Becoming Prom Queen

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<<if $masturbation.count("normalmasturbation") lt 10>><<pickup $masturbation "normalmasturbation" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "normalmasturbation" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <center><<if $cuck gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck20") is 0>><<set _messageseen to false>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck20" 1>><<include "Cuck20 Scene">> <<elseif $sexskill gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("SexSkill1") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "SexSkill1" 1>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing-table.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> My exploring hands roaming across my body, I discover the beauty of playing with different eregenous zones, in discovering the different areas of my body and how they react to my agile hands. And I feel myself squirm under my own touch in self-discovery. The softness of my skin clashes against my wanton search of pleasure and relief, and I slowly realize that different strokes have different effects over me, not quite wanting one in particular but rather a pletora of different ministrations. My self-pleasuring brings with it the realization that my body is special, intricate, unique. This knowledge also fits other bodies... And I notice that I now have a deeper understanding of what it means to make love or have sex. //Now let's cum.// I think to myself as my hands speed up on my body, searching for orgasm. <<elseif $sexskill gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("SexSkill2") is 0>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "SexSkill2" 1>>As my hands drift lower, playing with my folds as I toy with myself, I choose to help my imagination by watching a video as motivation. Let's <<link "Open the laptop and watch Oral Porn">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Porn Oral").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $sexskill gte 20 and $wardrobe.count("dildo1") is 0 and $wardrobe.count("dildo2") is 0 and $wardrobe.count("dildo3") is 0>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing-relaxed.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> As I play with myself today, I notice myself longing for something to train on, suck on. I need to get a dildo from Nexus Toys! This deep need inside of me needs to be tamed, at least once. It might not be the thing for me, but the only way I can find that out is by trying it, it's by buying that dildo, whatever its size, and trying it out as I play with myself here. And maybe also learn more about oral from watching porn, getting to know how to do it. Otherwise, I won't be able to improve my skills in that matter... My masturbation today is lackluster, I definitely need more. //Tip: Watch oral porn until you reach sexskill 25, and then use the dildo in the toys section.// <<else>><<switch random(1, 8)>> <<case 1>><img src="images/masturbation/rubbing1.jpg" width="60%"> Lying in bed, I play with myself over my clothes, eventually finding satisfaction. <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing2.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> Still in my panties, I drift my hands down to my folds, exploring my needy snatch and playing with myself until I reach orgasm. <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing3.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> Rubbing my clit softly and expertly, I bring myself to a very satisfying orgasm. <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing4.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> My body, long begging for a mind-shattering release, squirms and twists as I bring myself to a beautiful orgasm. <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing5.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> Feral in search of an orgasm, my fingers drift quickly over my pussy lips, rubbing them to satisfaction. <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing6.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> I can't help looking down at my body admiring my naughty curves as I play with myself to find my beautiful release. <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing7.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> My hands drift over my body in wanton abandon as I play with my curves, bringing myself to a satisfactory orgasm. <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/still.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> Fiddling with my clit as I rub it nicely, I bring myself to a beautiful, satisfying orgasm. <</switch>><</if>></center>

<<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming3.mp4' width='60%'/></center><</switch>> Playing with myself as I look at the activity on the screen, I end up cumming all over my fingers beautifully, enjoying the feeling of a full-body orgasm.

<<pichalf "dreams/cheer1.jpg">> My team has lost. Despite my cheering, despite my best at raising my people's spirits... We had lost. Against Egrogry! //Against Egrogry? My school team?// I looked down at the cheer uniform I wore. Something was off... This was our rival team's cheer uniform. Not our school's. And we had lost. I mean they had lost. My panties were lost... <<pichalf "dreams/cheer2.jpg">> I touched myself down below, noticing the lack of underwear, and noticing just how vulnerable I truly was... Rushing into the locker room, my team was here. Not my team, my high school's team. The ones who won. The ones who defeated the team I was cheering for. There was something messed up about the whole situation. I was not in control. They were celebrating their victory. Barely noticing me. Until <<light Jerome>> did. <<s Jerome>>Well look who's here!<</s>> He smiled at me, announcing my presence to the team that gathered around. <<s Jerome>>What brings you to us?<</s>> I spoke without even noticing. I heard myself speak without controlling the words I used. <<s Author>>I'm here to congratulate you. The victors.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>The victors. Shouldn't you be consoling your loser team?<</s>> His hand was already on my waist, and I was already succumbing to his touch. The rest of them were slowly drawing closer, a few of them already having their uniforms off as they were heading to the showers. <<s Author>>They don't deserve my attention, you do.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> smiled, I could see multiple faces around him, but <<light Samuel>> and <<light Julio>>'s jumped at me. <<s Author>>All of you do.<</s>> I continued my claim, honest and vulnerable. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> He smiled, a predator that caught his prey. I tried catching my breath. <<s Samuel>>Top off.<</s>> The other conquerer, <<light Samuel>>, ordered. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer3.jpg">> They were preparing themselves, ready for the absolute defilement that was to follow, their clothing being removed and mine following them on the floor. <<s Jerome>>Why do you deserve us?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> asked. Deserve them... I don't deserve them. But I still had to try! <<s Author>>I don't deserve you! I just want to pay my respects. I was wrong to ever doubt your abilities. I was wrong to ever cheer for anyone other than you!<</s>> I claimed, desperate, needing their attention no matter what it took, no matter what humiliation I had to subject myself to. <<s Author>>You deserve praise, adoration, and I'll be your biggest cheerleader, from now until the end of the school year, and beyond that! Their team is shit. Their team is nothing. Only you matter. Only your are the masters. The masters of the game, of this school...<</s>> I needed to say it. <<s Author>>The masters of my body.<</s>> The thrill that went through me was immense. They had placed me on my back as I begged for their bodies, for their masteery, for their control. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> <<s Author>>Please... At least give me just the tip. Please!<</s>> I was a desperate slut. Desperate, desperate slut. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer4.jpg">> Just the tip. Just the tip is all I deserved. I wanted more, but I was a dumb whore who deserved only what her masters would give her. I was a dumb bitch. <<print $name>> the dumb desperate slut, defeated at the hand of her strong black masters. I was defeated, weak, worth nothing. And they were my conquerers. I was theirs to control. I'd serve them no matter what it took. <<print $name>> the dumb desperate slut for black cock. <<pichalf "dreams/cheer5.jpg">>

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc-yara1.jpg">> My sexy, hot friend <<light Yara>> stood in front of me, attractive, sultry, erotically charged. In her underwear, she was a goddesss of beauty, a vision of attraction and undeniable eroticism. And she looked at me with eyes that told me there was a hot, heavy encounter waiting for us. She moved closer, each step more sultry than the one before it, each move making her even more attractive to my eyes. And I found my heart beating faster, stronger, and my folds growing wetter, eager... Yet it wasn't me she was looking for. It was for someone behind me. As her eyes drifted to what was behind, so did mine. <<light Yara>> was not attracted to me, no. She was attracted to the hulking black man behind me. The dominant figure that called her attention, commanded it. She immediately hugged the man, a stranger whose face I couldn't even see, and his hands were quick to remove her swimsuit. And they kissed passionately, as he grabbed her ass and lifted her up. My friend, long believed to be a lesbo, held no chance in front of the might of a powerful man with a big black cock. A big black cock that had quickly found its place between her needy folds. Fucking her pussy as they kissed. <<pichalf "dreams/bbc-yara2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Mmmm I can't believe I spent so long without a BBC inside of me!<</s>> My friend called out eagerly, the rubbing inside of her sending beautiful shivers through her. <<s stranger>>That's it. You're a slut for BBC. You're a slut for me.<</s>> The man's baritone voice rang out, deep inside of my head. She's a slut for BBC. I wish I was too. What a sexy sight! <<s stranger>>On all fours, slut.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara3.jpg">> <<light Yara>> was quick to follow his orders, eager to please. And he was equally eager to show her the pleasure she seeked. <<s Yara>>Oh fuck yes. I'm all yours. Fuck me like a common white whore!<</s>> //The mouth on her!// Long gone was the demure, attractive visage of a woman in control. <<light Yara>> was a slut for BBC, and the cock inside of her was drilling harder and harder inside of her. It didn't matter whatever control she had over me. Right now, all that mattered to her was the cock inside of her, me all but ignored. <<s stranger>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>A white slut.<</s>> <<s stranger>>What about that lesbian bullshit?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No lesbian can handle such a big fat cock. BBCs are the only true option!<</s>> Oh she was far gone! <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara4.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Prove it.<</s>> He had laid on his back, quickly followed by an eager <<light Yara>> who rushed to ride him. <<s Yara>>You can do anything to my body. Anything to your whore. Please just fuck me!<</s>> She called out, needy. <<s stranger>>Anything?<</s>> He was testing her. <<light Yara>> knew what he wanted. I knew what he wanted. No lesbian woman, no free woman, no independent women who claimed feminism and freedom of choice, would choose what she was about to accept. No, <<light Yara>> knew what he wanted, and she knew that deep down, that was her only purpose. She knew what was expected of her, and what deep down, she needed more than anything in the whole world. <<s Yara>>Impregnate me.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/bbc-yara5.jpg">> My once lesbian friend was too far gone. BBC had already won.

<<pichalf "dreams/yara-2bbc0.jpg">> <<light Yara>> stood in a Raven cosplay, a beautiful woman in black and purple, smiling wide at me. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me, as she flaunted her assets beautifully, a sultry appearance full of beauty and naughtiness. <<s Yara>>How about I show you more?<</s>> Without me having to answer, moments later, her clothing was dropped, revealing the purple underwear beneath. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc1.jpg">>And next to her, two hard black men stood to attention, dangerous-looking, cocks at attention and obviously looking forward to what would happen next with her. <<s Yara>>I love black and purple.<</s>> She claimed, her hands stroking the impressive black men as they lowered her panties to the ground, laying her bare for moments before they got to work. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc2.jpg">>Carried between the two beautiful bodies, my vulnerable friend had no control over her moans as one of them tasted her leaking pussy, savoring her juices and making her moan out in appreciation. I didn't quite know who I was jealous of, my friend who was being serviced by these two men, or them having the honor of being in her presence... I think I was in awe of them all, an eager voyeur of the whole scene unfolding in front of me. <<picmid "dreams/yara-2bbc3.jpg">>A scene that quickly shifted into a hard fuck, my friend's moans still rising to meet my ears as they both fucked her in turns, enjoying her body as if she was yet another conquest, experienced attackers of a vulnerable, supple, attractive body. Built for BBC, and eager to please them. <<s Yara>>Oh my god! I can't wait for you to find that pleasure! I can't wait for me to join you in servicing the BNWO!<</s>> My friend called out in between passionate moans, truly an inspiring, naughty sight. And a final sight that would be etched into my mind, hoping it would one day become reality... <<pichalf "dreams/yara-2bbc4.jpg">>

<<pichalf "dreams/leo-mother1.jpg">> The attractive <<light Maria>> stood in front of me in her sexy swimwear, a true vision of beauty and passion, an attractive sight that demanded attention, that demanded to be glorified. <<s Maria>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me, teasingly, as my mind went back to our latest conversation when I helped her in S&M. I tried speaking. But couldn't. To her left, <<light Yara>> called for her attention. <<s Yara>>Hey Maria... I know exactly what you seek, what you crave for.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>Don't be shy, embrace your true nature, embrace your love for women.<</s>> I watched in rapt attenton as my friend seduced my other friend's mother, a twisted thought... Why are these two together here? Did I want that to happen? To see them together? <<s Thomia>>You know you belong to the BNWO. You were made for BBC.<</s>> Another voice, to our right, spoke out for attention. A strage black man stood there, powerful, intimidating. <<s Thomia>>You've already went black. There is no going back.<</s>> He claimed, his voice strong and deeply unsettling, but undeniably hot and enticing. I watched, as the choice placed itself in front of the attractive woman in front of me, as she thought of the best way to move forward. And I knew that it was a dream, that I was in control, that I could guide her to go in the direction I wanted her to, with a simple thought. After all, one thought after the next would lead her to her purpose, would bring her to her destiny... <<pichalf "dreams/leo-mother2.jpg">> <center><<link "Lead her to Yara" "Management">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom Lesbo" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Black is better" "Management">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom BBC" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>></center>

<<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-1.jpg">> My date for the evening stood in front of me, back from our time at a fancy restaurant. <<s Leo>>I can't believe I accepted you paying for our meals.<</s>> The sexy lady spoke in a soft, feminine voice. <<s Author>>It's what anyone would've done for someone like you. You are my date after all.<</s>> I said, smiling softly at her. <<s Author>>Care to drink?<</s>> I asked as I got to pour myself my own cup. She sighed, her hand stroking her hair, and gave away a soft, prolongued, sultry breath. <<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-2.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Mmm I don't know... I already drank a lot.<</s>> She claimed, looking all sorts of sexy in her tight clothing. <<s Leo>>That wine sure was something.<</s>> I looked at her, her sexy physique, her beautiful curves, her hot body... I had asked her to wear a dress for the evening, and yet she had really outdone herself. A sexy woman in sexy clothing was ending the night with me, and I couldn't be happier. <<s Author>>Your "dress" suits you.<</s>> I said as I moved closer to her, my own drink in my hand and none to offer her, taking a seat on the couch. <<s Leo>>Oh really? You like it?<</s>> She asked, her hands roaming along her curves, enjoying the feel of the material she wore. <<s Author>>I love it. Finally you're not shy about your body.<</s>> <<s Leo>>How can I be shy when it was created by your hands?<</s>> //Oh to hear these beautiful words. Her acknowledgement that it was my actions that led her here.// Oh how beautiful it was to see her accept my control, my patronage, my impact, and embrace the sultry, sexy, hot thing that she has become... <<s Author>>How about you thank me for tonight's dinner?<</s>> I asked her, knowing full well how I expected her to thank me. Knowing full well that she knew what my expectations were. <<pichalf "dreams/leosub5-3.jpg">> <<s Leo>>It would be my pleasure, and priviledge.<</s>> She knelt, putting her body an display, as she slowly moved towards me. A date, and now a befitting ending. What more could I-

I am in Her bedroom. Kneeling. Naked. //Wait, why am I kneeling? Why am I naked?// <<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-2.jpg">> My hands are held firmly behind my back, grasping the opposite arm. //No seriously, why am I naked??// My //Mistress// <<light Yara>> strides into the room, but I know to keep my eyes down until called upon like a good //pet//. //What is going on? Pet? Something feels off...// My thoughts are interrupted as my mistress casually brings her foot up into my field of vision. I can feel the drool start to gather in my mouth and am doing my best to try to keep myself from licking it. //Oh so that's why I'm a pet! It does look delicious... Wait, no! It doesn't, does it?//<<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-3.jpg">> <<s Yara>>So, <<print $name>>, as I said last night, it's time to make a choice.<</s>> Her voice breaks my reverie, <<s Yara>>We can keep going as we have been doing since Prom Night, girlfriend at day and in public, and pet at night when we're alone...<</s>> //Wait, since when did we finish Prom night? She's my girlfriend?? What a catch! I'm so lucky!// <<s Yara>>If that's what you want, then it's okay by me, I'll play my part and that'd be the end of it. No pressure whatsoever. If that's what you want, all you'll need to do is stay kneeling there.<</s>> My mistress - //no friend// - was thoughtful, ready to take things at my pace, but part of me wanted to listen to what other option there were between us. Prom is done, we were free, //right//? <<s Yara>>Keep kneeling like a Good Girl...<</s>> //I loved it when she called me that!// <<s Yara>>Or...<</s>> Her eyes stared at me. I felt myself soften at that look. She held an undeniable power over me... <<s Yara>>If you REALLY mean what you said last night, if you are really willing and ready to act on it... All you'll need to do is follow me to the den.<</s>> //What I said last night? We were teasing, we were playing... But dream <<light Yara>> knew more than I did it seems.// <<s Yara>>But there's a catch. I don't want you walking there. Or even crawling.<</s>> She explained, and I was eager to know what was expected of me... <<s Yara>>No.. no, no...<</s>> She mused. And I listened intently. I listened with eagrness. I wanted to know what it took... <<s Yara>>I want you to squirm. Squirm all the way to me down the hall and into the den. Squirm like a good girl, and get your final reward. I'll be waiting...<</s>> //Oh... Oh my... My submissive urges wanted to just let go and follow her order... And I wanted to serve, squirm like the worm I was...// <<s Yara>>You have an hour, my dear <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-1.jpg">>I only hear her voice now, having left the room and heading to the den. From where I'm currently kneeling //like a nice pet//, the distance is short. Only 15 or so short meters between myself and my future. But down here, it felt like a mile away. I stayed there, on my knees, thinking of my options... Thinking... Thinking...

<<picmid "dreams/yarasub3-1.jpg">><<s Yara>>You have an hour, my dear <<print $name>>.<</s>> I only hear her voice now, having left the room and heading to the den. From where I'm currently kneeling //like a nice pet//, the distance is short. Only 15 or so short meters between myself and my future. But down here, it felt like a mile away. My mistress was waiting for me to head to her. To finally offer myself to her. To show her just how desperate I was for her company... I stayed there, on my knees, thinking of my options... But there was no true thoughts. There was a safe option, and there was more... <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-1.jpg">>Logic told me to stay right where I was. To keep things as they were. It was fun. Girlfriends by day, master and pet at night. A game, a hidden secret, no more. The Prom Queen and her mistress. //The Prom Queen...// That means I actually did it! I made it happen! Yet why did I feel unfulfilled? <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-2.jpg">>I was //Prom Queen//, but I didn't feel like I was satisfied. I needed more. I didn't become prom queen for a good time... I did it for a great time! So, of course, I composed myself. Like a queen would. And like a defeated queen would, like a pet who knows what's good for them, I started moving. <<vid "dreams/yarasub4-3.mp4">>One move after the next, I wormed my way over to my future. It takes me a while, every scratch of the way a challenge, as I squirm like the good worm I was towards Her. My mistress, my future. I pushed, pulled, struggled against the ground, alone. Not seen, but willing to make the sacrifice. Because that's what my mistress expected of me. Because that's what the dominant woman who I called girlfriend asked, and I was in no position to refuse... //How lucky I was to even dare calling her girlfriend. And that was about to change for a nicer name...// <<picmid "dreams/yarasub4-5.jpg">>I reach her, heaving in my dream, my heart beating quickly as I found myself back in my kneeling position. Ready to serve. <<s Yara>>Good job, <<print $name>>. I knew you'd make the right choice.<</s>> She smiled, right before her tone turned serious, bringing me to full attention. <<s Yara>>Now beg.<</s>> I turned my head sideways, as a dog would, trying to understand what her orders were. <<s Yara>>I want you to beg. To put into words exactly why I should interrupt what we have and collar you for the next 5 years. Put into words why you want to be a Slave, a pet.<</s>> //A slave? Pet? Was that my destiny? Was that where we were heading this whole time?// <<s Yara>>MY slave. MY pet.<</s>> Her voice was deep inside me, strong, powerful, demanding. //Her slave. That's what I'd be. My mistress' slave. Mistress... This whole time, that's what she'd been to me. This whole dream, and even the one before it. Gone was the name <<light Yara>>, here came the position, the ultimate position, mistress. And I her pet.// <<vid "dreams/yarasub4-4.mp4">>Beyond myself, I found I was lowering my head, lowering myself... Low low low... To only be as high as her feet. Low... Low... Low...

<<pichalf "dreams/bimbo1.jpg">> A hot, fucking attractive woman in the most sultry of swimwear smiled at me as she saw that I noticed her. //Where are we?// She smiled, as if she knew my thoughts. <<s Author>>Oh look at you, all confused. We're home sweetie!<</s>> She claimed. //Wait, she can read my thoughts!// <<s Author>>Of course I can, silly, I am you!<</s>> <<pichalf "dreams/bimbo2.jpg">> Her hands had mindlessly drifted to her swimwear, slowly removing it, lowering the bottom and displacing the top, revealing the perfect curves underneath. Beyond perfect. A vision of ultimate and absolute beauty. I was looking at beauty incarnate, and it claimed to be me. <<s Author>>Oh I've always been bi it seems!<</s>> She said, noticing the way I was looking at her. <<s Author>>Come on, don't be shy. You can look all you want.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Author>>Want to see more?<</s>> That was me, seducing myself, and I was succeeding. //I do want to see more, if I was being honest with myself.// <<pichalf "dreams/bimbo3.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ask, and you shall receive.<</s>> I said, as I removed the reastraints I had on me, and revealed my perfect body. I was a perfect vision of sexiness, and I was turning myself on. //Fuck am I hot!// <<s Author>>Not yet, but you will be!<</s>> She promised. //How? How can I be so perfect? So attractive?// <<s Author>>You're on the right track, darling. Just go deeper, looser, dumber.<</s>> //Dumber.// I could be dumb. She was stupid, letting go like that and removing her clothes like a common whore, revealing her perfect body, her beautiful curves, her absolute beauty... She was stupid to think I could never be that pretty. An airhead that thought too much, and too little at the same time. I was nowhere near where she was. I was still in control. <<picmid "dreams/bimbo4.jpg">> <<s Author>>Who said I'm not in control?<</s>> I asked myself. That's true. I am in control... //Which version of me, though?//

<<pichalf "dreams/pregobbc1.jpg">> <<s Author>>Guh Glug Glu-<</s>> I was choking on his magnificent cock, serving the best I could and trying to enjoy myself at his hard penis. My lover had taken care of me, had brought food for me to cook him as he came back home, and now was granting me the honor of serving his cock. <<s Jerome>>That's it you dumb fucking bitch. Choke on your master's cock!<</s>> It was only play. My lover loved me, and his words were only to my benefit, because I'm a dumb whore who gets off on humiliation, my master was giving me exactly that. Outside of bed, we were equal partners. As equal as a woman and her dominant man could be, me subservient and him in control, in charge, whip and leash and all. In bed, all bets were off. I was a dumb fucking bitch that needed to be put in her place, at the service of a superior man like him, and he was the man tasked with the burden of showing me my true nature, purpose, and goal. Servitude at the hand of the superior black man that he was, a dumb fucking cow with big boobs that is but a toy of the BNWO propaganda machine. <<s Jerome>>You fucking cow better use these no-good breasts of yours to pleasure me, fucking slut.<</s>> <<pichalf "dreams/pregobbc2.jpg">> I rushed to give my master what he wanted, my big stupid breasts-for-brains rubbing against his magnificent, dominating cock. And my pregnant belly behind, eager to take his cock back inside of my wet snatch once more. //Pregnant belly???// I was pregnant with his child! And still servicing his cock, still hoping for more fucking, more domination, more submission to his power, more creampies, to be claimed as a whore for his cock day after day after day! And I was submissive to his whims, eager to serve, to give him more and more every day. And my master was happy to take it, the more I debased myself for him, the more power he held. He had my womb, he had my life on a leash, I was to stay in his house and breed. Breed and feed, my huge udders made to pleasure his children, feed them so they grow strong and take over this world, his ancestors proud of his accomplishements, and mine in shame at my submissiveness and subservience. It was in spite of them that I took over this weak position in our household. They've always believed that women were inferior, and now I'd show them they were too right and too wrong at the same time. I'd submit my body to my master, my dominating, angry, agressive lover that'd put me in my place. And I'd wipe out years of "purity", to truly be cleansed from the sins of my ancestors. I'd brought low the whole of my family tree, to raise his up instead. My master's. <<s Jerome>>On all fours, bitch in heat.<</s>> <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc3.jpg">> Namecalling was our love language, and orders were our communication style. And my master's word was law, and I was indeed a bitch in heat eager to be impaled over his hard cock. My pregnant belly had been growing, but nothing would stop my master from getting what he wanted. Nothing would halt his movement. And on all fours, docile, submissive, a true animal needing to be bred time and time again, I took in his hard, powerful cock with an eagerness I've always wanted to have, happy to be taking him in. I'd raise an army of BNWO soldier to take over the world, hoping that in my lifetime I'd see the shift my society oh so desperately needs. It wasn't a fantasy no more, it was my reality, and a reality I fought for daily. I'd see it through, hell or high water. Or degrading, mind-blowing, copulation on the daily. <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc4.jpg">> My master was a loving one when he knew I could handle his cock no more. He was sure not to hurt the child that he'd placed into me. His child, a dominant, powerful person. A beautiful mixed child that I entirely hoped would take over the world and continue their father's glorious cleansing work. His hand, dominant, big, possessive, and beautifully clashing against my skin color, rested on my belly, and held me with passion, as he continued his thrusts. <<s Jerome>>You're the perfect dumb white whore for me.<</s>> His compliment, beautiful words of praise, coursed through me like an orgasmic crash of delight, as I shuddered at his beautiful attention. I moaned out in appreciation, my pussy cramping up on his cock. On his hard, drilling, and now cumming cock. Deep inside, one more creampie, another claim over my already defeated and entirely submissive body. He was the controlling master, and I his eager complacent subject, and we'd usher in a new era of change, one creampie at a time. <<s Author>>I'm yours, my womb is yours, I'm all yours!<</s>> My cries were muffled through the night. That creampie would be the first of many for the night. It was his right. <<picmid "dreams/pregobbc5.jpg">>

<<picmid "dreams/dc-strawman.jpg">> <<light Robert>> had me riding him, humiliating me in front of a crowd of people. <<s Robert>>That's it, slut! You get to fuck me without judgement, just because I was right in our debate!<</s>> She claimed. Our debate? Did he mean the fallacy argument he's created? I had forgotten all about what the fallacy was... Cancel culture? I wouldn't be cancelled even if I fucked him in front of a huge crowd? Wait, why would I want to fuck him? I moaned out loud as he thrust in a bit stronger. What the fuck was going on?? Iw as beyond confused at what was happening, but I had no control over my actions. Over the way I was eagerly riding his cock, willingly debasing myself in front of all these people. <<s Robert>>I'm right, aren't I? People should be free to do what they want without judgement, right??<</s>> he asked me, a constant tease in the back of my mind, as the flashes of people's cameras shot in front of me. What a fucking disgrace, a fucking loss of words... I didn't know what needed to be said. I was beyond confused. <<s Robert>>Say it, tell me I'm right. We should not be judged, cancelled. We are free to do what we want, right, slut???<</s>> His tone was demanding. My mind was demanding an answer from me. My subconscious was asking for me to admit something, to become conscious of a reality that I want to run away from... I needed to answer myself. I needed to answer the man who fucked me like a common whore in front of a crowd that watched eagerly. <center><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Yes, we shouldn't be judged." "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Judge me, I'm a whore!" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I judge these sick fucks watching me." "Management">><<add "subdom" 2>><</link>></center>

<<vid "dreams/ad-hominem.mp4">> Lying in front of me in a regal way, <<light Ria>> spread her legs, revealing the pussy that hid underneath her closing, inviting me in. <<s Ria>>Look at you, a desperate girl in need for guidance.<</s>> She said, mirroring her arguments from the debate club. A fallacy was somewhere there, right? <<s Ria>>Oh my... You need more than AI though... You, in particular, need a mistress! Someone to tell you what to do, someone whose commands you need to follow. You're not smart enough to make decisions of your own, are you??<</s>> She continued teasing, her voice in the back of my head, her words more felt then heard. <<s Ria>>You ache for someone to tell you what to do, constantly growing more stupid with every passing moment. Absolutely stupid, and eager to please, just like you should be.<</s>> She continued her teasing, mocking me again and again. And I took her mockery eagerly, wanting to prove myself to her. Didn't I? Wasn't she right? Did I not need guidance? <center><<link "I need her guidance." "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "I'm fine on my own, thanks." "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>></center>

<<pichalf "dreams/jerome1.jpg">> I kissed my lover passioantely. My dominant, powerful, intimidating and absolutely stunning man, a person who had impressive control over my body, carrying me like I was nothing. I felt small in his arms, easily manipulable, and safe. And I loved that feeling. Vulnerable. Vulnerable to his touch, to his control. To his big, fat, cock. The one that drilled into me and made me moan out in pleasure. <<light Jerome>> was a beast, an impressive man that truly knew how to give me pleasure. And I was his plaything, an eager woman that took him in willingly, openly. <<s Jerome>>I've claimed you, and you simply succumbed.<</s>> He said. And deep down, I felt something in me snap into alignment. He claimed, and I accepted. That's how it should be. And that's how it will be. I only need to keep getting close to him, and if I'm good enough, he'll lay claim to me. I only need to prove myself to the impressive man that is <<light Jerome>>. <<pichalf "dreams/jerome2.jpg">>

<<picmid "dreams/christmas-vibes.jpg">> My girlfriend and I were dressed in sultry Christmas lingerie, enjoying men's stares on us. We were attractive, we both knew it, and we enjoyed the attention. I thought to myself... I didn't know who stood next to me. We were both being naughty, attractive, hot pieces of ass that called for attention... Yet I didn't know who I shared this moment with. I was wearing the naughtiest of outfits, and the only reason I felt comfortable in it was because of another person doing the same. Yet I didn't know who that was. What an oddity. I turned to look at the person dressed in her hot lingerie, a beautiful sight to behold... <<link "It is Jasmin" "Management">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><</link>> | <<link "It is Yara" "Management">><<add "Yara" 3>><</link>> | <<link "It is Eva" "Management">><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/beauty.jpg">> A beautiful glade welcomes me with open arms, a green expanse ready to have me, eager to surround me. How beautiful... How relaxing... I wish I could forever live in such a calm and serene space...

<<picmid "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/10.jpg">> The post I had recently boosted was still fresh in my mind, as I rmembered all of the attractive figures in it. A strong, masculine, black man. A true athlete in a perfect body, as he should be. In control, ultimate power emanating from him. A soft, pliable, feminine sissy of a white man. A vision of soft feminine beauty, weak and pliable in contrast with the alpha male. A hot, powerful, strong, black lady. A true image of regal beauty, powerful and ultimately in control. And a beautiful, soft, submissive white woman. Waht I'd be, if I went all in. Or what my friends could become. All together... Though there was undeniably one of them that was most attractive to me, one that truly called to my attention, one that showed deep down, what I truly cared to see from the BNWO... <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>The Black Man" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>The White Sissy" "Management">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>The Black Goddess" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>The White Slut" "Management">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/sexy-panties-rubbing.jpg">> A flimsy underwear, a naughty disposition, and horny thoughts. My dreams were greeted by a wet disposition, a body on heat that demanded attention. I was on fire. I was in heat. I needed someone to rub me. I needed some attention, and I was nowhere near to getting it. I really wished I had someone to share my bed with. I really wished I had someone to drill my hole, make me his whore. Oh what a dream turned nightmare, this wetness having its strong grip on me and controlling my actions... //I need to be fucked, hard!//

<<vid "dreams/masturbation-soft.mp4">> It wasn't a dream. It was real. It was me, my hands all over my body, and my need too great to ignore. It was a rubbing that needed answers, and it was a need that had to be rubbed. My hands drifted over my body, searching for all the right erogenous zones, pinching and rubbing in all the right ways. I wanted to bring myself pleasure, and whether I was aware of it or not, I was going to find that pleasure, come what may. My strokes were firm, and soft at the same time. And my body reacted positively to all of that manual labor. //Manual labor.// My body was a temple, and I was building towards a valuable orgasm. Towards something beautiful, breathtaking... Towards-

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-3.jpg">> Nude, sexy, attractive. I could feel the wetness below, and unfortunately could do nothing about it. I wanted - no needed - to sleep, and my body was distracting me... How can I get a shut eye if I keep being turned on by nothing? //I really need to masturbate to deal with this.//

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-4.jpg">> A big, hard cock demanded my service. Pushed against my face. And I tentatively licked. My tongue grazed against it. It wasn't too bad. Only skin. That's fine. I licked more. //It's actually really tasty.// I felt myself grow wet at the thought of taking it in my mouth, my arousal slowly getting the best of me. Lick, lick, lick... Closer to sucking. //I want to suck it...//

<<pichalf "dreams/arousal-5.jpg">> A hard cock laid on my belly, its cum having covered my body entirely, shooting out with agression. Agression I welcomed, beautiful ropes of white liquid that made a painting on my body the canvas. I could feel that wetness on me and in me, my pussy lips in need, calling for attention. I was getting hotter, becuase of the simple thought behind a hard cock releasing itself on me. //Fuck... I really shouldn't sleep while horny.//

/*After flashing attempt event */ <<picmid "dreams/open1.jpg">> Tits and tits and tits. The courageous woman at the park really brought out an undeniable jealousy in me. Why does she get to be so confident and open, and me not?? I truly wish I had the courage to follow in her footsteps... //Oh boobies...// <<picmid "dreams/open2.jpg">>

/*Before flashing event */ <<vid "dreams/flashing-car.mp4">> My uber driver was taking me towards my destination. Where I was coming from didn't matter. Neither did my destination. Neither was the price to pay. There was a man next to me, who was driving me as a job. That didn't know my internal monologue. Long ago, a random stranger flashed her tits at me. And I liked it. And I failed to pay her kindness forward. Now, that thought played in my mind. It has been, for a while now. And It was bubbling upwards. And I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to prove to myself that I had what it took to entice other people the way she had enticed me. My hand mindlessly hooked in my top as I set out to reveal my tits to the stranger. I showed him my boobs without thinking too much about it. If I don't think, I'll be able to do whatever I set out to without something in me fighting against it. My boobs played around. I saw them from outside myself. Enjoyed their sight. As did the memory of a stranger. I felt proud of myself for making that courageous jump. My dream was telling me something. //I needed to find the courage, and not to think of my actions, if I wanted to be as open as I set out to be.//

/*Needs to have buttplug inserted */ <<vid "dreams/buttplug-ass.mp4">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "sexskil" 1>><<add "open" 1>> My little toy, albeit little, was a huge distraction as I tried to sleep with it in. A small thing that just requested all of my attention. And dreams, or hallucinations, that reflected its impactful presence. A piece of cosmetic, making my ass look beautiful, delectable. I was growing hornier by the second. And restless sleep awaited my night, full of plugged asses. I was growing into such a naughty person... I wanted to win the prom queen competition, and get crowned, while plugged. I wanted to be the buttplugged prom queen. //What a beautiful title for someone as naughty as I am!//

<<vid "dreams/athletics-open1.mp4">> Naked, exposed, attractive as fuck. I was working out in the sluttiest clothes I could muster. Once I noticed I could remove everything, I figured the best way to show off my assets was to work out with the sluttiest fucking bikini I could find. And here I was, in public, pumping my ass, on display, and openly hoping that someone would pump my ass, but in a different way. Because what's the point of working on my body if it isn't to put it on dislay, or if it isn't to use to to bring pleasure to myself and other people??

<<pichalf "dreams/open-5.jpg">> My hands were down between my legs, playing with my folds. In front of a mirror, I watched myself masturbate openly, enjoying my body as I've grown used to doing. <<s Author>>You like that?<</s>> I heard my own voice, taunting me, enjoying my show. <<s Author>>I like watching it.<</s>> She said, admitting to a voyeuristic urge that I knew now existed deep inside. <<s Author>>But you know you also love showing off.<</s>> She continued. <<s Author>>Showing off to yourself, and soon enough, showing off to other people.<</s>> I moaned in my dream, eager and embracing this debauchery. <<s Author>>Soon enough, you'll accept that, and openly do these naughty things that you believed should be private. And you'll love it.<</s>> //Fuck... Am I really seducing myself into more corruption? Where would the limit be?//

/*Sub Event 5 */ <<vid "dreams/master-call.mp4">> Darkness surrounds me. Fear. And a sense of confusion and loss that I can't quite understand. A nightmare. A frightful feeling where I feel like I didn't belong. I look around, hoping to find an answer. I notice I'm on my knees. I turn. I twist. And I see him. A dominating figure. A man in control, seated. Looking at me, yet I can't see his face. And his hands on his legs. In control. In control of his stature, the way he sits. In control of my attention. I look at him. He stares deep through me. Maybe it's not a nightmare... And it might still be. The stranger simply pats his knee. His meaning is clear. His intentions much less so. <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go to him" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Deny him" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>>

<<vid "dreams/sub-2.mp4">> Feminism, the fight for equality and rights for all. And I was a betrayer, an eager slut that wanted nothing mroe than to be outed as a traitor to the movement, hiding my true submissive naughty self behind false slogans. I knew, despite my fights for rights and equality, that not all men and women were created equal, and that I was indeed inferior to many others who'd constantly prove that as fact. My weak attitude had only grown weaker in these past few week, and it would continue to weaken as more situations put me even further in my place. I might not yet be fully aware of it, but my subconscious was already in action...

<<vid "dreams/sub-3.mp4">> A slave. That's all I was anymore. Stuck in a stranger's basement, I was tasked with serving him. Sucking him off. Chained to a wall, the thing around my neck a constant reminder of my status as an inferior person. A toy to be used for another's pleasure. Countless days and night spent chained to the wall, sleeping on a mattress with nothing to cover myself, always on display, my toilet being a bucket. A true submissive, absolutely himiliated beyond comprehension. And eager for it, embracing it fully. I meant nothing if I didn't serve my superiors. And now I meant something, after I've belonged to them. //That's my destiny, my one true purpose.//

<<picmid "dreams/subdom4.jpg">> Feet on my back. Kneeling on all fours. A simple furniture item for another's superior legs. I was an object, made for my superior's pleasure. And that's all I'll ever be.

<<picmid "dreams/subdom5.jpg">> Licking, serving, enjoying the depravity of the moment. My mistress was giving me, allowing me the honor of serving her, and I was embracing that beautiful pleasure. Kissing and worshiping the lowest point on her body, as a good slave pet should. And finding true fulfillment from it. I was beyond happy for that beautiful feeling of humiliating servitude.

/*Dom Event 5 */ <<pichalf "dreams/dom1.jpg">> Clad in leather clothing, I find myself with breasts revealed, a sultry vision of sexual beauty. Yet I didn't feel oggled or seen in any predatory way. No. Even though my boobs were out for anyone to see, I could feel deep down that I was in control of the scene I was engaged in. Dominant. A beautiful word to describe a person in control of their circumstances. And one that I felt described me in that moment. Breasts revealed, yes, but still in control. And one that would not waiver. One that would withstand anyone else that would want to bring me down, see me fail. I was in control, and I'd exert that control on whoever dared stand in my way. <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I am dominant" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Am I really in control?" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>>

<<picmid "dreams/dom2.jpg">> With a toy between us, I enjoyed myself as I watched my partner moan out in submissive delight in front of me, as I brought her closer and closer to her orgasm, pushing her over the edge. <<s Eva>>Oh god it feels so good!<</s>> The naughty submissive woman said. <<s Author>>Beg me. Beg me to allow you to cum!<</s>> I heard myself say back to her, eager to see her make her request. I found myself enjoying this sight, this position of control. Is this what it's like to be the one who holds power? //I want this. Always.//

<<pichalf "dreams/dom3.jpg">> Two beautiful women knelt next to me in bed, visions of beauty and naughtiness, that just called for my attention. Beautiful nymphs eager to be pleasuring me. And I was enjoying their attention. <<s Eva>>What do you want us to do now, mistress?<</s>> One of them asked. <<s Yara>>We're here to serve.<</s>> The other announced. //Mistress... That sounds nice.// I embraced the role, ordering them around as they served my superior body. //It feels good to be in control!//

<<picmid "dreams/subdom4.jpg">> My submissive pet was kneeling on all fours under my feet, calmly serving my superior whims. And I enjoyed having her in that inferior position. I was superior, more powerful, more important than she was. And her being in this position would help her slowly realize that. A whimper came out from her mouth. <<s Author>>Are you okay?<</s>> I asked. I may be dominant, but I had a responsibility too. To make sure that my lovely submissive would not be hurt. I was in control, and that meant I was also in charge of her safety. <<s Yara>>Yes... I'm good. I like this.<</s>> With her reassurance, I maintained my powerful position above her, as I've always been and will always be. //Consensual humiliation. How delightful.//

<<picmid "dreams/subdom5.jpg">> At best, it tickled my feet. But that was not something that I'd find physical pleasure from. My submissive was serving my feet, not out of desire of physical pleasure. No, that was something much deeper than our bodies. It was mental. Her servitude was not something tied to what we were doing here, it was beyond that. Serving my feet simply because they were the lowest point in my body. Embracing the urges that bubbled within her and allowing herself to show such a vulnerable, weak position. Simply because it pleased me to see her in such a place. My submissive was embracing her inferiority, and that brought me huge pleasure.

<<picmid "dreams/bbc1.jpg">> The porn I was watching, the social activity I'd been seeing, everything... Everything was about black men and white women. Everything was revolving around it. The world was growing more diverse. Yet in its diversity, it's finding conformity. His hands around her body, controlling, dominating. And her accepting his dominant position. A world that accepted differences, but whose main message was all and the same. If you are a white woman, your best future is with a black man... And even in my dreams, my subconscious saw the beauty in it. I was in a random black man's strong arms. //And I liked how safe he made me feel.//

<<picmid "dreams/bbc2.jpg">> <<s stranger>>And your prom queen is...<</s>> The anticipation was great, tension growing in the air. <<s stranger>><<print $name>>!!<</s>> Huge relief washed over me, as I hugged my friends who stood next to me. I HAD WON! I was prom queen! My future was ahead of me! I had won! I went up to stage, standing next to the prom king. A random black man. Someone I didn't recognize. Was that racist? I looked around at the faces that surrounded me. I recognized none of them. <<s stranger>>As winner, they'll both start with the ceremonial blowjob.<</s>> The person on the microphone announced. I turned to look at the annnouncer. He wasn't there. Only the KING remained. He looked at me intently, his stare deep. He was already lowering his pants, to reveal the ceremonious staff. <<s stranger>>The prom queen, beautiful in white, will now suck the big black cock. As she should.<</s>> The voice spoke from the speakers, sourceless. I looked down at the big black cock in question. A big piece of meat that demanded service. <<s stranger>>It is ceremony. It is tradition. The prom queen is no queen. She is servant to the king.<</s>> A beautiful commentary accompanied my slow decent to my knees in front of the powerful man. I didn't know who he was. But he was king, and I was queen, his servant. And ceremony ordered me to take his cock in my mouth. To show everyone there that I accepted his superiority. And I was a traditional woman, sho respected her better. He was my better. //They are all my betters...//

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc3.jpg">> A big, angry black cock rested on my pussy lips, threatening entry. No... Not threatening... Promising! Promising, yes! A reward, for being a good girl. A good white girl. An ally for the cause, who fought for the rights of individuals to co-exist! I was an ally, and I was about to get my reward, the thing I have been working for. My support was exactly for that reason. For a big black cock to stretch my pussy, and make me something better. Give me value. Oh my god, my dreams and subconscious thoughts were getting out of hand! I was feeling empty withut a black cock inside of me. The brainwashing I was helping in creating was also getting to me. And I was being affected by the lies that I was helping perpetuate. And... And... I LOVED IT. //I was lost, and I loved it.//

<<pichalf "dreams/bbc4.jpg">> Jumping up and down on the big, fat, juicy cock that stretched my hole, I was in heaven. I moaned out loud, embracing the feelings I was having atop the sexy body that drilled in me. I was in control of the interaction, but it was a precarious control I was exhibiting. His strength, his aggresive thrusts. At any moment he chose, he could turn me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat. I was a bitch in heat, eagerly jumping, putting in the effort to get fucked. And it felt glorious! I was enjoying this beautiful activity, a hard cock stretching me like I deserved, me jumping atop him with joy, abandon. I was loving it. I was loving it! I WAS LOVING IT! And I wanted nothing else but to get fucked like that outside my dreams. I'd seek it out, do whatever it takes for it! //I would ride black stallions, and find true satisfaction!//

<<vid "dreams/bbc5.mp4">> Prom night! The night of dreams, celebrations... And riding cock! A fulfilled prophecy, I was bouncing on a hard cock in front of a cheering crowd. I was prom queen, the hero of her story, and the beacon of resilience! And I was bouncing heavily on the cock that spread me out in front of the huge crowd. The propaganda of the BNWO was real, and I was one of its devices. If anyone leaves here without thoughts of black superiority and the defeat of my race at their hands, then I don't know what disillusionment they live in. I was showing them all that even the queen could not hold off against a hard cock. Neither would she ever need to. I was an eager tool of mass manipulation, a whore for black cock that would encourage others to do the same.

<<picmid "dreams/bisex1.jpg">> Linked. Connected. Pleasured. I didn't know who it was that was pushing the double-ended dildo further inside of me, and further inside of her. I didn't know who I was grinding against. I knew it was bringing me pleasure, and we were both enjoying our time together. And it was beautiful for the both of us. I could hear her moans, muffled, like in a hazy dream. And I wanted to give mine too, in retun. In answer. Yet I couldn't. I was trying my best. Oh to be fucked like that with my friend by our common toy. Oh to be pleasured alongside her. Oh to sleep with a woman... A woman... //Am I a lesbian?//

<<vid "dreams/bbcbisex1.mp4">> Spank. Spank. Spank. Hit after hit, my mistress was spanking my ass. All because I didn't follow her command. By virtue of our dynamics, I had to serve. I had tried standing up when she explicitely told me to stay kneeling. And I was getting punished for it. It was her right, and my privilege, for me to serve. //Hold on... What is happening?// I found great joy in serving my betters. And my better was a black woman. //What is my mind saying? That's not me, is it?// Part of me tried to fight against this naughty, evil, racist approach. Racist belief. Yet another needed to dive deeper into it. It was my place to serve, and her place to be served. There was no point denying it or fighting against it. She had the right to control my body. And I had the privilege to serve black people. //Is that... Did I really believe this?//

<<vid "dreams/bbcbisex2.mp4">> My dominant black mistress stood above me in a powerful, commandeering stance, her hand on the back of my head as she guided me against her folds in the right ways to service her. I had worked hard to get to this point, and I was finally able to find myself on my knees and serving her superior body. The propaganda, the fight for equality... It was all a play for me to kneel in front of her and confidently state that she was my better. No better feeling. It didn't matter how dominant or submissive I truly was with others. I was her submissive by simple virtue of her skin color. And she was my mistress simply because she made the claim. And I'd serve. Time and time again I'd serve. //Because that's what I've always been building up for, no?//

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes1.jpg">> The dominant tribal chief sat naked in front of me, on her throne of animal fur and wooden material. Her powerful body sat with an air of confidence that left me jealous. And she seemed to not mind my presence in front of her. Not care. Oh to simply be gazed upon by her greatness. Her eyes drifted towards me. <<s Tarnipp>>The pet awaits her orders...<</s>> She spoke, her heavy tone a thought more than it is actual words. I knew I was dreaming. I wanted that dream to last. I nodded at her, lowering my head in acceptance. The tribal chief was a beast of beauty, and one who's be an honor to serve. <<s Tarnipp>>Are you willing to do anything, pet?<</s>> //Pet. What a beautiful word.// <<s Author>>Anything.<</s>> She smiled at me, a cruel smile that told me she had me right where she needed me. Horny and needy. <<s Tarnipp>>Then wake up.<</s>> //How cruel!// My eyes opened of their own volition. What a cruel mistress!

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes2.jpg">> *SPANK SPANK SPANK* An ass was being spanked, and a hand drifted down to offer her that spanking, to show her the control that it wielded. And I was watching, in rapt attention. One girl was being dominated, the other held her in place and controlled her submissive body. And they wore interesting clothing. And I was watching it go down, impressed by the exchange. Unseen, unheard, stealthy. Or rather, that's what I thought I'd been... A voice came out from behind me. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> I did not recognize that voice, though it was vaguely familiar. It kept talking. <<s Yara>>See how the world turns? A dominant, and a submissive, a controlling master, and an eager slave... How beautiful.<</s>> //How beautiful indeed. What a sight to behold, what a beautiful balance of power.// <<s Yara>>Which one are you, girl?<</s>> The question drifted in my mind. The voice was inside of me. Demanded an answer. //Which one am I?// <center><<if $subdom gte -20>><<link "The mistress" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "The mistress" "I'm too submissive, I know it.">><</if>> | <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "The slave" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "The slave" "I'm too dominant, obviously.">><</if>></center>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes3.jpg">> A lesbian orgy, a debauched vision, opened itself up to my imagination. It had always been there, in the background of my mind, and now I was aware of it. That's the beauty of fantasy. The fantasies you get to create and explore in your own imagination. What a beautiful, naughty, sexy image. What a beautiful submission that I was a part of. <<if $subdom gte 0>>A slave between my legs, another watching and learning from her, I was on my throne being serviced, powerful, undeniable tyrant. And they were eager to show me they deserved to stay by my side. I knew I'd keep both, but nothing was better than a slave in fear for their position as the head slut. What sluts they were. //I was sovereign, and deserved it.// <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "Though part of me wondered what it would feel like to be in their place..." "Management">><<less "subdom" 3>><</link>><</if>> <<else>>I was servicing the one true mistress, leader of these lands. "A competition" She had said, "Between the two of you." If I was to prove myself worthy, I'd stay by her side. If I failed, the ugly merchant that awaited in the next room would receive me as a slave. The man would be the one in control of my body, instead of the powerful mistress I had been serving for years. <<s Yara>>Mmmm... That's it girl, you're doing well.<</s>> She claimed, and I found myself re-invigorated, eager to please her... Though part of me wondered if I should slow down... If servicing the lowly merchant was more like me, if I deserved to go for the other person, a man. There had been tales of black men wielding the biggest swords... Though I didn't know if I needed to prove or disprove these rumors... He could be a lowly merchant at the moment, but what if he wielded more power? Could he become sovereign with my help? Could he be more pleasurable to serve than my current mistress? Was I considering treason? For the myth of the big black cock? <center><<link "Slow down" "Management">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> | <<link "Go faster" "Management">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></center><</if>>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes4.jpg">> The impressive warrior stood in the middle of the bloody field, a true vision of power and impressive beauty. I was in awe of my enemy, the lady who had defeated every other member of my company. The one that demanded this one-on-one fight. <<s Author>>Are you sure you want to do this?<</s>> I asked her, trying to portray confidence. <<s Jia>>You better stand down, scoundrel.<</s>> She threatened back. I knew I was outnumbered. I knew she was an impressive fighter, I had seen her in action. I also knew the kind of character I was. What I would truly do in this situation. I knew there was only one option for someon like me. <center><<if $subdom gt -20>><<link "Fight to the death" "Management">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fight to the death" "Too submissive for that (20)">><</if>> | <<link "Surrender to the superior woman" "Management">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></center>

<<picmid "dreams/dnd-vibes5.jpg">> Wolves. Dangerous, hungry wolves looked at me with aggressive intentions. And I looked back at them with as much courage as I could muster. Eyes that wanted me, that would stop at nothing to put me down. I needed to watch out. Beware. I was in danger... I should find a way out.

<<vid "dreams/buttplug-insertion.mp4">> Vulnerable, open, eager. Spread, accepting. A buttplug inserted, and one I willingly took in. It feels good to be plugged. Really good. I could feel it in me even now. I love it.

<<vid "dreams/bekham-spanking.mp4">> *SLAP* A hand shot down on my soft bottom once more. I was still there. In my mind, in my dreams. In my imagination and hopes. I still leaned over my dominant professor's lap, and took his spanks dutifully. I wanted him to keep controlling me. Keep me on edge the way he has been. I dreamed about his hand, moving down to hit me. Put me in my place. Control my actions. I wanted him to control me. I wanted to be completely subservient to him. He was dominating, controlling. And my natural reaction was to accept him. A powerful hand, controlling my ass. <<s Bekham>>Keep being a good girl for me.<</s>> My professor said to me, aggressive and dominating. //Good girl... That's what I'd always hoped to be...//

<<picmid "dreams/bekham-2.jpg">> Kneeling subserviently to my master, I was eagerly anticipating his next move. He had ordered me down to my knees, and I had obediently followed his request. His word was law, and his wisdom was truth, and my subservience would be rewarded. Yes, I have chosen him, and yes, I'd keep choosing him. He deserved my devotion. //He deserved everything.//

<<vid "dreams/bekham-3.mp4">> <<s Bekham>>As you can see, class, Jasmin here is but a slut, a whore for cock.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Only b-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Any cock, this whore will take. Look at how desperate she is.<</s>> The whole class, me included, while watching as the dominant man put the naughty girl in her place, grabbing her by the pussy and putting her on display. A humiliation, but also a statement. I watched along as he explained even more about the //Male Gaze//... And I found myself wishing I was in her place. //Was that the Slut Gaze??//

<<picmid "dreams/leo1.jpg">> <<light Leo>> is a pretty little thing. A pretty little thing with secrets under her clothes. A boy on his path to become a girl. With pink linings and cute tidings. A beautiful little transforming butterfly, a worm that's about to discover its true colors. What a silly misguided young boy that's primed to be guided by me... I'll lead her to her true self. //How long till a bra carries her tits?//

<<picmid "dreams/leo2.jpg">> My feminine friend was working out at the gym, using the machines as he looked at me with a look that challenged me to stray. To go lower, and look at his beautifully growing tits. //HIS.// What a joke, the more time passes, the less <<light Leo>> looks like a "him" and the more she resembles a //She//. How long till they admit their true colors, accept their reality, and embrace their femininity? My dreams even knew her reality, her curves and their beautiful softness called for hands to stroke and rub them, begged for someone to pull moans of appreciation from their owner. Oh my how such a body desires to be rubbed and played with, and how much I wanted to be that person who put her in place. Who controls her body, embraces her curves, makes her moan in my hands. I'll have her in my hands with time. I'll have her submit. //What a pretty sight, what beautiful potential!//

<<picmid "dreams/leo3.jpg">> My feminine friend was naked on her machines, her cock hard and calling to attention. Nothing near other, harder and stronger erections that the media shows you. Soft, beautiful, feminine. A beautiful sight to behold, to want to embrace and toy with. My friend was pretty, and I was pretty attracted to her in such a position. I wanted to just embrace her, lower myself slowly on her penis, as I lissed her beautiful lips. <<s Leo>>What are you waiting for?<</s>> Dream <<light Leo>> beckoned me, wanting me to go to him, hug and kiss him, show him some loving. And I wanted it too. A fantasy, but one that was vivid in my mind. All it takes is seeing my friend naked one time, and I'm ready to jump his bones. Damnit he's starting to have a true effect on me! //I want his body against mine...//

<<vid "dreams/leo4.mp4">> Spread cheeks and naughty ass, a dangling pair of balls and clitty below. <<light Leo>> has been a beautiful project of femininity. And he's been growing more attractive, more feminine. More sultry. And it was thanks to my activity. What a pretty project. And what beautiful plans I had for him. He'd become a beacon of femininity thanks to my actions. My project, a beautiful piece of art under my control. My <<light Leo>> will be an inspiration to many others.

<<vid "dreams/sissy-frilly-anal.mp4">> I had imagined what her future would be, and now my subconscious added to that dream. Sexy, frilly, laced, submissive <<light Leo>> was locked. And sexy, frilly, laced, submissive <<light Leo>> was fucking her ass with a dildo I've gifted her to try and get pleasure out of her body. She was docile, a true submissive that eagerly debased herself in front of me, all in the search of a satisfaction that she'd grown to accept as fantastic. A satisfaction that was for a long time unfilfilling, but one she now begged for. <<s Author>>Time's about to run out, Ella! You better move quick!<</s>> I teased her further, knowing the fear that she wouldn't reach her satisfaction in time often pushes her over the edge, sometimes even prematurely. <<s Leo>>Please!<</s>> She was struggling. <<s Leo>>Please just give me a bit more!<</s>> I smiled down at her, in all her frustration. <<s Author>>I know you'd like to use your dildo throughout the day, but good girls like you need to cum on time. On command. Remember?<</s>> She moaned. <<s Leo>>Yes. Yes I remember.<</s>> She agreed to my statements, truly debased and humiliated, eager to do anything to reach her satisfaction. <<s Author>>I know you want more and more stimulation each time.<</s>> I smiled at her, alluding to the fact that she had started with a buttplug first, and was now taking a full-sized dildo up her pussy, <<s Author>>But a good girl is okay with just a little. Just a tiny bit. Just a touch.<</s>> She moaned, begged. <<s Leo>>Please! Just a touch.<</s>> She was eager, needy. I knew just a touch from me would send her over the edge. I had her in my control. Would I grace her with my finger, or leave her to another day of frustration?

<<picmid "dreams/eva-smarts1.jpg">> A vapid expression greets my dreams, a beautiful image of stupidity and vapidness. <<s Author>>Eva! Eva can you hear me?<</s>> She moans in my face, opening her mouth wide, awaiting something to find its way inside. <<s Author>>Eva! Listen to me.<</s>> She turns to me. <<s Eva>>This is your doing, <<print $name>>. You set me down this bimbo path, and I'll soon drown entirely in it. I'll make you proud!<</s>> She turns back to look up, her mouth agape, awaiting a strong erection. Would that really make me proud? Was that really what I wanted for my friend? Was that the destiny she held, the path I've put her down on?? //My friend was growing stupid, and I had a hand in that...//

<<vid "dreams/beauty-kneeling.mp4">> The beauty would always find the beast attractive. And <<light Eva>> was constantly finding her beasts attractive. Slowly growing more docile, more careless. More accepting. The last time we hung out, she didn't mention it. Yet right before it, we'd bought drugs from strangers. She'd do anything to get to her goals. Including being manipulated and dominated. Including kneeling to her beasts, accepting their domination. My friend was going down a dangerous path. She'd be a beauty tamed, controlled, subdued and submissive. //Kneeling to her beasts obediently.//

<<vid "dreams/eva-slutty-gaming.mp4">> My slutty friend was playing her video games. My mind was in shambles. <<light Eva>> never gamed, right? Yet here she was, in slutty fucking clothing and legs spread, shwoing off her feet, toying with me. A naughty vision of evil intent. Toying with me. Was it me she cared about? Or was she simply too far gone? Too slutty, too vapid, too stupid? All because of me? Or was she always doomed for that path? My friend was turning into a bona fide slut, and it might be too late for me to reverse that journey. I had started something that has gotten out of my hands. Where did that doom take her? Where and when could it ever possibly end? //I had to admit to myself... I dreaded her future...//

<<picmid "dreams/eva-smarts2.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Woof! Woof!<</s>> My friend's stupidity had grown once more, now a submissive and obedient pet waiting for her orders. Will she ever wake up and be aware of how far she'd fallen? When the time comes for her to notice that shift in character, will she be filled with fear, or embrace it? Will she be thrilled by the debauchery she'd fallen into, or dread it? I knew my stance on the subject, one of the main reasons behind her corruption. I had made it all happen, and her fate was in my hands... Just how far was I willing to push that dumb pet? How much more till another claims her as theirs? Need I lay claim before it is too late?

<<vid "dreams/eva-masturbation.mp4">> <<s Eva>>As you say, my mistress!<</s>> My slutty friends had no limits. Not anymore. Her pussy open and on display, she played with herself for my viewing pleasure, a broken down shell of her former self. An obediant pleasure doll who was satisfied with looking pretty. A hot sight with undeniable beauty, ripe for the taking, and looking tasty as ever. This was the <<light Eva>> that now stoof in front of me, a horny and naughty person who had foregone education and had embraced a slutty persona that none could hide anymore. And I was its catalyst.

<<pichalf "dreams/evasub1-1.jpg">>A beautiful, sultry appearance, a vision of sensuality and beauty that eagerly greeted me. <<s Eva>>Is this good on me? It's fine to wear in public?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was a submissive little girl that needed guidance, and she was looking for it with me. <<s Author>>Yes, you look fantastic like that, just pretty enough, not sexual.<</s>> I lied to her, knowing that such an appearance was beyond anything she could've even imagined for herself. <<s Eva>>I trust you.<</s>> //A well placed trust indeed!// <<picmid "dreams/evasub1-2.jpg">>

<<vid "dreams/yara-sub1.mp4">> Feet called for my lips, and my lips replied in submission. I knew I was serving <<light Yara>> without even having to look at her face. My mistress was loving, yet demanding, and I'd give her what she requested from me willingly. I loved my <<light Yara>>, and would do anything to please her. <<s Yara>>What a good girl you are!<</s>> Came her praise, sending beautiful shivers down my spine. I was being a //good girl// for her. That obviously means something, right?? I didn't see it, but I could feel her smiling down at me, the way an owner would towards their pet, someone entirely subservient and dependent on them. I was at my mistress' service, at her beck and call. And I'd show her she made the right choice enslaving me... //What kind of crazy thoughts was my mind taking me through??//

<<vid "dreams/ass-groping-sports.mp4">> My ass was poking out, my dominant friend holding onto it possesively, enjoying my curves. And I moaned in response, feeling her hands on mine. In reality, it was my own hands molesting my curves, my growing curves. In the dream, <<light Yara>> had all the control. Stroking me as she liked, enjoying my curves and strong shapely buttocks. And I enjoyed it beyond words. My subconscious continued stroking my curves, willingly accepting this other presence to control my actions, to match what my twisted mind was bringing me. I felt hot, heat rising through me and finding wetness between my spread legs. A wetness that she noticed. <<s Yara>>Horny for me, are you?<</s>> My dominant friend spoke teasingly. <<s Yara>>Hot and bothered for your friend?<</s>> She asked. No... Not my friend. A friend doesn't catch another like that, doesn't stroke her that way, doesn't dominate her so easily. We were more than friends, and she knew it. She knew the effect she has on me. We both knew just how vulnerable to her touch and control I truly was. And I knew that my body was truly hers in that moment, my subconscious working on my body to follow her actions. I was falling deeper and deeper. //I needed to snap out of it, or I'd lose myself to her control...//

<<vid "dreams/yara-sub1.mp4">> My friend knelt at my feet, serving my feet, licking them as she has countless times before. <<s Author>>Good job, Yara.<</s>> I praised my submissive pet as I pushed my toes deeper in her mouth. She moaned in response, accepting my domination, revelling in it. <<s Yara>>I live to serve.<</s>> That she did. My pet was an athletic prodigy. Yet behind closed doors, she knelt to her knees and served. As was her rightful place. She might hold olympic gold, but at the end of her days, the only gold she's care for was the mistress that has her under her control. <<s Author>>You'll stay at my feet, no matter how far you think you've gotten.<</s>> I reminded her. //Could this be her future? Our future? The great <<light Yara>>, brought down to be my pet. Delectable!//

<<vid "dreams/ass-groping-sports.mp4">> My friend's shapely body was under my control, as I stroked her beautiful curves and controlled her every movement. She was a star athlete, yet at the moment, her body was not hers to compete with. It was mine to enjoy, appreciate, dominate. I could feel her wetness against my hand, as the other kept rubbing her beautiful derriere. <<s Author>>Someone's eager for more!<</s>> I said, immediately receiving moans of agreement. My friend was indeed eager. My dream was telling me something about her that she'd find really hard to admit. But I knew, deep down, that my friend looked for someone to play with her and dominate her the way I have been. She'd willingly accept my control, and with time, I'd expertly put her under my wing. It'd be a masterful performance, turning her into my submissive toy. //And a game that I looked forward to playing with her...//

<<vid "dreams/yaradom3.mp4">> I didn't need to see her face to know how laid down underneath me, servicing my cunt like the lowly creature that she was. <<light Yara>> was doing a good job of keeping me satisfied, and I was pleased with her actions, pulling at her tit-chain to reward her with the painful pleasure she continued moaning for. <<s Author>>Good job, you lesbian slut! You're doing well!<</s>> I gave her praise as I pulled on her bitch-tits, smiling as I revelled in the fact that my once dominant friend was literally eating my ass and moaning out for it. A beautiful sight that was all mine to enjoy. //What a good submissive slave she'd make!//

<<vid "dreams/lostbikini.mp4">> There it was! In public, with my date, and my bikini missing. On the beach, with <<light Eric>> by my side, searching for the missing bikini. Such a gentleman, who seemed to care more about helping me find my clothes than enjoying the sight I offered. One that strangers preferred to see rather than help. The good boy would miss out, and random people would enjoy the sight of his girlfriend. //Girlfriend...// Is this how I saw my potential relationship to the white boy that scurried around next to me? What did that word mean when I control him so easily? I had all the control in this relationship, and I loved it. And he seemed to accept it, maybe even love it himself. It wasn't what I thought I'd be into, but it totally had become that. And if I wanted it, I could flash random strangers while my boyfriend worked for me. I could show them what I'd make him work to deny himself. The thought sent beautiful tingles down my spine. //Was this where our "relationship" was headed?//

<<vid "dreams/eric-cunni.mp4">> His beautiful hair in my hands. My moans rising in appreciation. Licking away at me, sucking, rubbing his nose against me. Trying to get the most he could from me. Serving my body quite good! My date, my friend, my lover, was offering me beautiufl pleasure the best he could. And I loved it. I could see this becoming habit. I could really see this becoming something that I'd love to keep going. What a good boy my <<light Eric>> is becoming. //At least, the version in my dream is...//

<<vid "dreams/jia-lesbo.mp4">> Her face was between my legs. Her beautiful, red-haired face, was licking away at my folds. She was servicing my body. His ex, my bitch. I rubbed my pussy against her submissive face. That face that I saw online, a face that my friend was once obsessed with... Was now kneeling between my legs, licking away dutifully at my folds. What a beautiful, good pet. I moaned out, enjoying her against me. <<s Author>>Not so mighty now, are you?<</s>> I trash talked her. She could only moan in reply. My words hit the right nerve. I smiled to myself. //All toys in my hands. All toys.//

<<vid "dreams/cuck-premie.mp4">> Submissive <<light Eric>> knelt in front of me, a docile person waiting for my dominant hand. Eager, anticipating, awaiting. A prey to the predator that approached him from behind. <<s Author>>You'll cum for me, and you'll cum fast.<</s>> I announced as I got close. <<s Author>>You'll be a good boy, a nice docile toy, and you'll cum for me as soon as I touch you.<</s>> I was smiling to myself. How submissive he'd become under my hand. <<s Author>>As soon as I touch you, you'll cum, because you want nothing more than to prove you are worthless to me.<</s>> My fingers grazed his erect penis at the end of that sentence. And true to his promise as a failure, he came prematurely. <<s Author>>Good, disapppointing boy.<</s>>

<<vid "dreams/cuck-asseating.mp4">> His face was in my ass, and <<light Eric>> was servicing me under the shower head. I had him wrapped around my finger, a docile boy that was eager to eat my ass to show his subservience. <<s Author>>That's it you fucking pig. Eat my ass like the true submissive you are.<</s>> He moaned and groaned under me as I pushed myself further onto his face. <<light Eric>> might've been a successful student and person outside. In our shower, he was an ass-eater, the lowest of lows he could ever achieve. A truly broken man who'd want nothing more than to serve my dirtiest parts. Because at the end of the day, that was exactly where he belonged, on his knees, behind, and serving me, his goddess.

<<vid "dreams/eric1.mp4">> My hot friend had me lying back on my bed, spread out, ready to receive him. And his cock slapped against my needy, pouty lips. I was ready for him, and he continued teasing me, slapping me against the cunt and making me moan out for him. If I gave him space, he'd be dominant! <<s Eric>>Yeah, you like that, whore??<</s>> His voice carried with it an authority that made me melt for him. Oh how hot he was when he's in control. //I'd help get him to that powerful stage, I'm sure of it!//

<<vid "dreams/eric2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Please! No! Please fuck me!<</s>> I cried out as the man between my legs came over my belly, not heading my wanton request. <<s Eric>>No. Not today.<</s>> My lover said, <<light Eric>>'s voice reaching my ears as I pouted at him. <<s Author>>But I want you inside of me! Please!<</s>> I called out, already playing with my cunt, as his cum was nice lubrication. <<s Eric>>That's what you get for not getting condoms, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Fuck... I'd end my night frustrated and unsatisfied, just because I wasn't smart enough to remember the condoms. Since when was he the responsible one? Were we not meant to be high-school lovers? Shouldn't that mean that a condom didn't matter? As I dealt with the random, seriously corrupted thoughts that coursed through my mind, I found that my night had ended, cum drying on my skin, as I...

<<vid "dreams/jasmin1.mp4">> Sexy schoolgirls in each other's hands. An enticing image for anyone to see. <<light Jasmin>>'s lips on mine were soft, beautiful. I wanted her body, as my hands roamed with passion across her. <<light Jerome>> would not have her today. He can watch all he wants, but I had her all to myself. <<s Jasmin>>What's gotten in you?<</s>> My friend asked in between passionate kisses, melting between my hands. <<s Author>>I need your body. Only mine.<</s>> I said, noticing how desperate I looked. But part of me didn't care... I truly needed to feel her body against mine... I needed to show her how much she meant to me. Desperation, probably... I needed to keep my friend safe. For now, I'll start with her lips, covering them with mine. //I'll keep her safe!//

<<vid "dreams/jasmin2.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>. Light and dark. Sexy and angry. My friend's dominant lover drilled deeply into her as I looked at them, impressed by his stamina, impressed by the way she took his cock. She spread her ass, taking him in, and moaning out. I was impressed, and jealous. I wanted to be a part of this. I wanted this twosome to turn into a threesome. I leaned in, and went straight to her snatch, licking her pussy. Her gaping mouth found my nipple. I licked, slowly moving to lick the cock that drilled in and out of her. And she moaned against me, as I did against her. Beautiful pussy lips, beautiful cock. I was lucky to be there with them... Maybe I needed that threesome more than I'd like to admit. Even if it was with a demanding asshole like himself. Was I willing to accept him to have her? Would I ever have her truy with him in the picture? Or did I secretly deeply want him? Was it jealousy? //Towards who???//

<<vid "dreams/lesbo-cumkiss.mp4">> <<light Jasmin>>'s lips were tasty against mine. Or was it the cum that we were sharing? My naughty friend licked against my lips as we shared <<light Jerome>>'s latest load. And I was lost and confused. Was I kissing her because I wanted her lips alone against mine? Was I kissing her because I wanted his sperm to myself? Or was it both that were attractive thoughts to me? The reason behind my interest was just as lost to my conscious thought as it was to my subconsciousness. I didn't know if I was being a lesbo because of my love for BBCs, or if I was being attracted to thick, impressive cocks because of my love for my friend's feminine body. All I knew with certainty, was that I was being a degenerate. Not "being" in the third person. I //was// a degenerate who willingly debased herself for sex. //Where would that take me?//

<<pichalf "dreams/jasmin4.jpg">> Stretched open, my friend's pussy welcomed her lover's BBC eagerly. I didn't need to see her face to know who it was that was impaled on the impressive black cock. She was destined to keep heading in that direction, and was now embracing it mroe and more. And I was now witnessing it firsthand. <<light Jasmin>> was a whore for BBC, and my choice was relatively simple: //Join her or lose her forever...//

<<vid "dreams/jasmin5.mp4">> Collared, submissive <<light Jasmin>> was once mroe in my dream, serving BBC with a clear passion, eager to be sucking the cock that ebbed and flowed in front of her, a beautiful vision of masculine power that commanded respect. And she respected it with her mouth, slobbering all over the impressive member and showing it the appreciation she felt it deserved. And it deserved it, making a mess of the girl that knelt in front of it, eager to be serving it without any remorse. My friend was turning into a complete slut for BBC, and I was her first witness. //How far until I join her on my knees with complete obedience?//

<div id='masturbation'><<pichead "masturbation/banner.jpg" "Masturbation play">><<add "masturbateweek" 1>><<less "arousal" 80>><<if $arousal lt 0>><<set $arousal to 0>><</if>> <center><<link "Play with myself">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "BedroomPlay">><</replace>><</link>> | <<if $sexskill gte 10>><<link "Watch some porn">><<replace "#masturbation">><<picmid "masturbation/laptop-bed.jpg">><<include "Cumming Home">><</replace>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("PornWatch").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I need to improve my sexskill">><</if>> | <<if $sexskill gte 25>><<link "Use toys">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toys Masturbation">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I need to improve my sexskill">><</if>></center></div>

<<pichead "masturbation/toysbanner.jpg" "Play with toys">> <center><<if $wardrobe.has("dildo1")>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/dildo1.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Dildo1">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("dildo2")>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/dildo2.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Dildo2">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("dildo3")>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/dildo3.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Dildo3">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("dildo4")>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/dildo4.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Dildo4">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has("wand")>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/wand.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Wand">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<link "<img src='images/clothes/showerhead.jpg' width='150px'>">><<replace "#masturbation">><<include "Toy Shower Head">><</replace>><</link>> </center>

<<if $masturbation.count("showerhead") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "showerhead" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "showerhead" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("showerhead") is 1>>Distracted, horny, and looking for a release, my hands drift in search of something to calm me, to bring me to an orgasm. And as I find myself in the shower, feeling the water drift all over my naked skin and caress me in all these beautiful ways, I look at the shower head for an answer. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/shower2.mp4' width='50%'/></center> The intensity of the rushing water firing at my sensitive parts brings me great pleasure as I moan out from the beautiful orgasms that rock through my body. This might not be a sex toy, but I'm definitely using this shower head again for sex! <<else>><<switch random(1, 2)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/shower1.mp4' width='50%'/></center><<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/shower2.mp4' width='50%'/></center><</switch>> The shower head is an interesting toy to be enjoying, as I use it to get myself off on this lovely day. I don't even need to go out of my way to get the sheen of sweat off my body, I'm already there! <</if>>

<center><<if $sexskill lt 40 and $masturbation.count("dildooral") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<elseif $sexskill lt 60 and $masturbation.count("dildonormal") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "dildonormal" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>></center> <<if $sexskill gte 40>><<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding1.mp4' width='70%'/></center><<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding2.mp4' width='70%'/></center><<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo1-riding3.mp4' width='70%'/></center><</switch>>My body in heat requires something to quench that thirst inside, and as I think of what needs to be done, I find myself succumbing to my inner needs. My hands find the dildo and start inserting it inside of me without a second thought. My body is ready for it, taking it beautifully as I bring myself to an orgasm. <<elseif $sexskill gte 30>>My exploration of what it takes to completely pleasure a cock continues, as I push my limits with the dildo I had recently bought. <<switch random(1, 2)>><<case 1>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral1.jpg">><<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral2.jpg">><</switch>> Eager to be trying this girthy member, I push myself onto the cock, trying to take more and more of it in my mouth. Although my gag reflex is still there, I find myself outgrowing it, my body adapting to the activity and eager to be taking more of it inside. I can feel the progress clearly as I toy with my nether regions, spit dripping all over my heaving breasts. It's getting closer!<<elseif $sexskill gte 25>> With my new toy in hand, I issue the challenge to myself to take all of its length inside of my mouth, to go deeper in my depraved search for accomplished blowing. <<switch random(1, 2)>><<case 1>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral1.jpg">><<case 2>><<picmid "masturbation/toys/dildo1-oral2.jpg">><</switch>> I gag quite a bit as I struggle to take the huge member in, but am hopeful to be finding the right angle to work with. As I finish, I notice the mess I've made of myself with all the spit I've let come out. This is gonna take a while to master...<</if>>

<center><<if $sexskill lt 40 and $masturbation.count("dildooral") lt 7>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<elseif $sexskill lt 60 and $masturbation.count("dildonormal") lt 7>><<pickup $masturbation "dildonormal" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>></center> <<if $sexskill gte 40>><<switch random(1, 2)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding1.mp4' width='70%'/></center><<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo2-riding2.mp4' width='70%'/></center><</switch>> My body in heat requires something to quench that thirst inside, and as I think of what needs to be done, I find myself succumbing to my inner needs. My hands find the dildo and start inserting it inside of me without a second thought. My body is ready for it, taking it beautifully as I bring myself to an orgasm. <<elseif $sexskill gte 30>>My exploration of what it takes to completely pleasure a cock continues, as I push my limits with the dildo I had recently bought. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo2-oral1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Eager to be trying this girthy member, I push myself onto the cock, trying to take more and more of it in my mouth. Although my gag reflex is still there, I find myself outgrowing it, my body adapting to the activity and eager to be taking more of it inside. I can feel the progress clearly as I toy with my nether regions, spit dripping all over my heaving breasts. It's getting closer!<<elseif $sexskill gte 25>>With my new toy in hand, I issue the challenge to myself to take all of its length inside of my mouth, to go deeper in my depraved search for accomplished blowing. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo2-oral1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> I gag quite a bit as I struggle to take the huge member in, but am hopeful to be finding the right angle to work with. As I finish, I notice the mess I've made of myself with all the spit I've let come out. This is gonna take a while to master...<</if>>

<center><<if $sexskill lt 60 and $masturbation.count("dildooral") lt 10>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<elseif $sexskill lt 80 and $masturbation.count("dildonormal") lt 10>><<pickup $masturbation "dildonormal" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "dildooral" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>></center> <<if $sexskill gte 60>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo3-riding1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> There I was, using yet another toy as a means to an end, wanting to achieve orgasm no matter what it took, riding it on top of a table and looking for that sweet release, enjoying the feeligns coursing through my body. <<elseif $sexskill gte 40>>My exploration of what it takes to completely pleasure a cock continues, as I push my limits with the dildo I had recently bought. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo3-oral1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Eager to be trying this girthy member, I push myself onto the cock, trying to take more and more of it in my mouth. Although my gag reflex is still there, I find myself outgrowing it, my body adapting to the activity and eager to be taking more of it inside. I can feel the progress clearly as I toy with my nether regions, spit dripping all over my heaving breasts. It's getting closer!<</if>>

<center><<if $masturbation.count("dildonormal") lt 13>><<pickup $masturbation "dildonormal" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "dildonormal" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>></center> All caution is thrown to the wind as I ride my girthy toy, looking to take it all inside of me and enjoy its power, squating down on it like a bitch in heat. <<switch random(1, 2)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding1.mp4' width='70%'/></center><<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/dildo4-riding2.mp4' width='70%'/></center><</switch>> I find sweet release after a while of this beautiful game, enjoying myself beyond my mind.

<<if $sexskill lte 45 and $masturbation.count("wanduse") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "wanduse" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "wanduse" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("wanduse") is 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand1.mp4' width='70%'/></center>My new toy in hand, I position myself on the bed, ready to enjoy my time with it, feeling its vibrations as I test it a few times. And then, naked, legs spread, I slowly lower it to my lips with anticipation. //The vibrations are strong.// I think to myself as I lower the intensity, making sure to rub myself in all the right places... And it's still intense, a true work of art that really gives you a challenge. And I love it! This toy will definitely be one I keep playing with for a while now! <<else>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand1.mp4' width='70%'/></center>I look down at my body reacting to the wand I am carrying, and enjoy the look of it squirming under the intense pleasure. <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand2.mp4' width='70%'/></center>I leisurely start playing with myself, enjoying the vibrations of my wand. <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand3.mp4' width='70%'/></center>Waves of pleasure rock my body as I rock at the strong vibrations of my wand. <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand4.mp4' width='70%'/></center>Riding my wand on this fantastic day is a lot of fun, all the way to an intense orgasm. <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand5.mp4' width='70%'/></center>I feel extremely satisfied with the game I play with my wand, enjoying its vibrations as I spread my legs wide. <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/toys/wand6.mp4' width='70%'/></center>My toy in hand, I cast sells of naughtiness on myself, moaning at the intensity of my magic wand.<</switch>><</if>>

<<set $pornwatch to true>> <div id='pornwatching'><<if $masturbation.count("PornWatch") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "PornWatch" 1>>The world is a wide place, with a lot to discover. Logging into the web and finding my way across websites, I come face to face with an interesting proposition... <<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Softcore'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Softcore">> Looking at people playing with one another like that is odd to me. I never imagined the world would have such a thing so publicly accessible... And I kinda like it?<<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<if $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts") is 1>>A new kind of porn calls to my attention, <<link "big breasted babes playing with cocks.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Boob Thoughts" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Thinking about my body.", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Boob Thoughts 2").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><br><</if>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Softcore'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Softcore">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Oral'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Oral">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $bisex gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Lesbian'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Lesbian">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $bbcworld gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/box.jpg' width='150px' title='BBC'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn BBC">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $cuck gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Cuckold'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Cuckold">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35")>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Sissy'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Sissy">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Threesome'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Threesome">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 4>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Bimbo'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Bimbo">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $sexskill gte 45>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Anal'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn Anal">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $sexskill gte 65>><<link "<img src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/box.jpg' width='150px' title='Double Penetration'>">><<replace "#pornwatching">><<include "Porn DP">><<add "arousal" 20>> <<if tags().includes("Location") and $arousal gte 80>><<link "Masturbate" "Cumming Home">><<set $arousal to 0>><<script>>Dialog.close();<</script>><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><</if>> <</if>></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img 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<<if $masturbation.count("softcorewatch") lt 10>><<pickup $masturbation "softcorewatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "softcorewatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 11)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><<if $masturbation.count("softcore question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "softcore question" 1>>As I watched this POV scene, a penis penetrating across these lovely folds and spreading them to welcome them, I felt my iamgination fill in the blank, imagining one of my friends and acquaintances instead of the stranger in the video. <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Imagine Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The old flame that has returned was the one on my mind as I played with myself, watching the penetration on my screen. Part of me wished that <<light Eric>> was at me side, his own cock penetrating my folds...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Imagine Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My odd friend with a heart of gold, who was grpwing into a more confident character in recent weeks, came to mind as I watched the white cock spread that beautiful pussy in front of me. I rejoiced in this beautiful imagination of being with someone so thoughtful...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Imagine Bekham">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The dominant adult, old enough to be my father, immediately came to my mind as I watched that cock stretch the pussy in front of me... And I silently lusted after him as I thought of his body on mine, controlling me physically as he did the conversations in his classes.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Imagine anyone but Eric">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The thought of the man that was obviously into me watching me get fucked by a cock that wasn't his brought naughty chills down my spine as I continued playing with myself... <<light Eric>> would learn to love to watch.<</replace>><</link>> | </div> <</if>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/10.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<default>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/softcore/11.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("lesbianwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "lesbianwatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "lesbianwatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><<if $masturbation.count("lesbian question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "lesbian question" 1>>The hot scene on my screen was beautifully engaging, a hot woman licking another, on her knees and eagrly worshipping. My own pussy throbbed in excitement as I thought to my own friendships and the things I'd love to be doing with them... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'd lick Yara hard">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Even in my fantasies, I found myself on my knees in front of my friend, eating her out and bringing her a pleasure she deserved, and enjoying that action. I hoped that this fantasy would become reality soon as well!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Yara would look hot between my legs">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My imagination roamed, replacing the woman on her knees on the screen with my friend's face, eating me out and servicing me, eager to please my own whims, and my body shuddered at the beautiful emotions that this idea brought me.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'd lick Eva hard">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>Even in my fantasies, I found myself on my knees in front of my friend, eating her out and bringing her a pleasure she deserved, and enjoying that action. I hoped that this fantasy would become reality soon as well!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Eva would look hot between my legs">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My imagination roamed, replacing the woman on her knees on the screen with my friend's face, eating me out and servicing me, eager to please my own whims, and my body shuddered at the beautiful emotions that this idea brought me. After all, with how submissive she is, it does feel like her rightful place to do so!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/lesbian/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbo-licking.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbian-worship.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("oralwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "oralwatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "oralwatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("Oral Porn") is 0 and tags().includes("Masturbation")>><<pickup $masturbation "Oral Porn" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>>On my laptop, I call to my help a video of a beautiful interracial couple, their hands roaming across each other as they discover the other's body. The contrast between their skins is enticing, as I feel myself drawn to the action happening on the screen. Their sweaty bodies, hard, in heat, merge against one another. Then his hand rests on the top of her head, lowering her to her knees, as she stares at the python hiding behind his pants. She reaches up and removes the cloth, lowering it to the ground to reveal the huge member waiting for her oral attention. <<picmid "masturbation/porn/oral/interracial-bj.jpg">> She looks at it with need, before attacking it with her lips and mouth. And I watch in rapt attention as she keeps trying to get more and more of it in her mouth, eager to show that she has what it takes to push herself further. And she does! The huge member disappears into her mouth and down her throat, as I keep my fidgeting and my hand working on my clit, searching for pleasure of my own. //How can she take all of this in her mouth?//<<replace "#masturbation">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming3.mp4' width='60%'/></center> Thoughts swirl in my head as I reach my satisfaction, eager and happy to have found this sweet relief. I wonder how hard it is to do what she does... Maybe I can find something to help me discover that? //I can now check out the dildos at Nexus Toys...//<</replace>><<else>><<switch random(1, 11)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation3.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation4.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation5.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<default>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/bjmotivation6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $masturbation.count("cuckoldwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "cuckoldwatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "cuckoldwatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("Cuckold") is 0 and tags().includes("Masturbation")>><<pickup $masturbation "Cuckold" 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center><<replace "#masturbation">>As I watch this new category of porn and revel in what it has to offer, I can't help but think back on the past time I played with myself and how <<light Eric>> had decided to talk to me out of nowhere, how needy he was and how annoying he became with the way he talked. Despite myself, I started imagining him in the place of this third member of these scenes, an observant to these naughty scenes, supporting the action taking place... Would I be willing to turn him into a cuck like that, have him watch as I got railed by men that are better than him? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>His destiny is to be cucked.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Indeed, all I could think of was to have him defeated at the feet of better men, watching as I got railed instead of him, helpless. I hoped to find a way to make that dream a reality. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't care to cuck him">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't care about him enough to cuck him though. And after all, if I was to be involved with him why would I go in that path? He deserves better, doesn't he?<</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>> <<else>><<switch random(1, 12)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/10.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 11>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/11.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 12>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/cuckold/12.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $masturbation.count("sissywatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "sissywatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center> <<if $masturbation.count("sissy question") is 0 and $masturbation.count("sissywatch") is 4>><<pickup $masturbation "sissy question" 1>>The sexy sissy on the screen immediately made me think of my own friendly project, my sexy <<light Leo>> who was slowly shaping up to be a very sexy and feminized version of himself. And thoughts related to what I had been seeing out of that sissy porn swirled in my head... Could I see my friend wearing chastity, a humiliating image all for my own twisted pleasure, or did I want him to keep his penile freedom? <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Leo needs to be caged">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<pickup $masturbation "LeoCaged" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>A true sissy needs to be caged. And seeing the sissy on the screen, imagining my friend in her place, caged and submissive as she is... It brought beautiful chills of pleasure down my spine. <<light Leo>> would make a great caged sissy, and that was his one destiny after all! //I'd get him there.// <</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>A cage doesn't make a sissy, attitude does.">><<pickup $masturbation "LeoFree" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My friend has been growing a lot in these past few weeks, and these changes were beautiful to see, they were empowering... None of that caged humiliation stuff would change the truth that my friend has been finding themself more, and that I'd need to support them through it, not force them down one path or the other...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $masturbation.count("sissywatch") is 1>>As I looked at this new category of porn, curious of the word <<light Yara>> had used of <<light Leo>>, I was mesmerized by the sights I was seeing on the screen. Caged bois acting out like girls, fucking themselves raw... And it was beautiful... Although I didn't quite know if that was the path <<light Leo>> was destined for, it truly was an interesting sight to witness!<</if>> <<else>><<pickup $masturbation "sissywatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 7)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/panties-rubbing.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/sissy/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("threesomewatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "threesomewatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center> <<if $masturbation.count("threesomewatch") is 1>><<light Jasmin>> has sent me this very peculiar scene to watch, looking to have me... I had no idea why she'd send me something like that to see, but I had to admit it was quite the intriguing and hot sight...<<elseif $masturbation.count("threesomewatch") is 2>><<light Jasmin>> was truly pushing for a certain agenda with me, and while I'd hate to admit it, these scenes she'd shared with me so far were... Pretty hot. I was liking what I saw, and couldn't help but imagine myself in the place of the woman in these scenes.<<elseif $masturbation.count("threesomewatch") is 3>><<light Jasmin>> would've been happy to see me now, playing with myself softly as I watched the action on the screen. I'd love to be in a threesome like the one I was watching... Maybe I'd better talk to her about it?<</if>> <<else>><<pickup $masturbation "threesomewatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 4)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/threesome/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("bimbowatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "bimbowatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center> <<if $masturbation.count("bimbowatch") is 4 and $masturbation.count("bimbo question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "bimbo question" 1>>As I looked at the sexy bimbos on the screen, their big boobs and vapid expressions on display, a caricature of femininity and dumbness, I couldn't help but think back on my naughty friend <<light Eva>> and the new improvements she'd found for herself, a complete change in character that saw her improve her assets to resemble these horny women on my screen, women who were turning me on... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "Eva should be with them">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The way <<light Eva>> has been evolving, a horny version of these sexy women and just as hot... I couldn't help but feel that she belonged with them, on such sites, a bimbofied shell of her former self. The idea brought a thrill to my body, a shiver of horniness running down my spine at the thought of my friend selling her body for porn like that... //It was an odd stray thought... But it was hot as fuck!// <</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Eva and them are inspirations">><<less "smarts" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>The way <<light Eva>> has been evolving lately, the way she'd been growing more carefree, happier, vapid like these women... She, just like them, was an inspiration and someone I was growing increasingly jealous of... Maybe I should join their ranks? Life does seem easier to them...<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "I need to stop all of this.">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>This path that my friend has started on would eventually spell her ruin. I need to stop her from pursuing it further or risk losing her to... I don't know to what but I knew she'd be in danger of losing herself.<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<else>><<pickup $masturbation "bimbowatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 9)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/7.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/8.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bimbo/9.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("analwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "analwatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "analwatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<if $masturbation.count("Anal") is 0 and tags().includes("Masturbation")>><<pickup $masturbation "Anal" 1>><<replace "#masturbation">>My recent exposure to the world and its people pushes me to a different kind of search as I start playing with myself today, lying in my bed. As I look at the screen of my laptop, I am intrigued by the appearance of a video titled "Anal Training: The guide to a fulfilled sex life." //I want to have a fulfilled sex life!// Eager to learn what this video has to offer, I click on it, as it starts with video after video of phat asses twerking in front of the camera. These different sexy asses floating in front of my face are soon joined by a feminine voice over, enticing people to work on their butts, and improve them, claiming about their importance in grabbing men's attention. Clamoring for the naughty art of self-exploration, not willing it to end at the front, to allow our hands to explore the back, to allow more than our hands to explore the back. And I listen, allowing my hands to drift lower, behind, to explore my backside, my ass, my other hole. And I play, and allow fingers to drift in, as I follow the guidance of the video. <<picmid "masturbation/anal-exploration.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Need more? You can get more. A buttplug is constant, passive training. Get yours now, grow your anal capabilities today.<</s>> I am taken by the beauty of the video, the beauty of the bodies drifting in front of me, and I allow myself to explore more, two fingers, three... I need to buy a buttplug from Nexus Toys if I intend to train myself better. There is a beauty to this, and I need to seek that beauty.<</replace>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center><<else>><<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><<picmid "winter/anal-bbc.jpg">> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><<if $masturbation.count("anal question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "anal question" 1>>Looking at the hot woman, kneeling on top of her dildo and training her ass to take the plastic toy, I thought to myself about how hot it would be to copy her movement, play with myself and impale my own ass on top of the dildo, a mirror to her actions... <div id='pornchoice'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Life imitates Art">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<goto "Cumming Home">><<replace "#pornchoice">>She was an inspiration, and whether I liked it or not, I was getting inspired. Letting go of inhibition and bringing my dildo out to play, I found myself in the middle of my living room copying her actions, impaling myself on a cock of my own, stretching my ass to welcome the intruding member. I'd become a three hole whore, just like the inspiring woman in front of me!<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>I'm only watching her">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>I was watching porn for a reason here, and that was to learn more about sex. And learn I did, watching the sexy woman intently, enjoying her activity and trying to remain cerebral about the fact that I was being a horny woman watching another fuck herself raw. //I might be naughty, but I was smart too, I had limits to my debauchery.// <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/anal/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $masturbation.count("dpwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "dpwatch" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<if $masturbation.count("dp question") is 0>><<pickup $masturbation "dp question" 1>>I'd been playing with myself watching women take on two cocks at once for a while now, the idea that such a thing could be humanly possible playing in my mind in naughty compelling thoughts... And I was gettign inspired, thinking to myself of buying a new dildo to enjoy some of that stretching play myself... //We can buy another dildo at NEXUS TOYS to train now// <</if>><<pickup $masturbation "dpwatch" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 6)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/dp/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<<if $masturbation.count("bbcwatch") lt 5>><<pickup $masturbation "CHANGEDSTAT" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><center><div class="sexskill">Sexskill<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> +1</div></center><<else>><<pickup $masturbation "CHANGEDSTAT" 1>>//Doing this will no longer benefit my skills. But it is still a lot of fun!//<</if>> <<switch random(1, 11)>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/1.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/2.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/3.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/4.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 5>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/5.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 6>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/bbc/6.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 7>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbcvirginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<case 8>><<if $masturbation.count("bbc question") is 0>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $masturbation "bbc question" 1>>Watching the women getting impaled on the BBC beneath her, railed and fucked hard like she should be, I imagined myself in her place, being controlled by a dominant black man and allowing him to fuck me to completion time and time again. I was getting hornier by the second, imagining that black man underneath me, thinking about someone as the man in my mind morphed to become a person I knew, fucking me hard with his big black cock... <div id='pornchoice'><<if visited("HRC BLM Jail")>><<link "Imagine Thomia, the convict">><<add "open" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">><<pic Thomia>>The charismatic convict<</pic>> I imagined that impressive man who had such a powerful control of our conversation when we visited him a time ago... and imagined myself getting fucked by that convict, a stranger that has done illegal things, now fucking me like a common whore, and making me moan out his name in submissive delight... And I loved the idea of being just another whore to such a powerful, evil man. <</replace>><</link>> | <</if>><<link "Imagine Jerome">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My dominant friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Imagine Julio">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My passionate friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Imagine Samuel">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#pornchoice">>My attractive friend's face came to mind, as I imagined myself riding his huge cock with delight and passion, impaling myself atop his huge cock and enjoying his body against mine... //I wanted him in me, and soon...//<</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-hardfuck.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 9>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-penetration.mp4' width='50%'/></center> <<case 10>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-pregnancy.mp4' width='60%'/></center> <<case 11>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-virginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <</switch>>

<center><<set $smartsweek to true>><img src="images/locations/laptop.png" width="100%"> Opening my laptop, I open a browser and look at the different options available to me, wondering which of these topics I want to have more knowledge in, and what benefits might come out of them. <div id="LaptopResearch"><<if $corruption <= 30>><<dark "Look at porn<img src='images/icons/corruption.png'>" "Porn doesn't interest me.<br>I'm not falling for that ploy.">><<elseif $masturbateweek <= 3>><<link "Look at porn<img src='Images/Icons/Corruption.png'>" "PornWatch">><<less "smarts" 1>><<set $porn to true>><</link>><</if>>|<<if $sportsmarts == 3>><<dark "Research Sports and Workouts<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>" "I've researched enough on the topic of sports and my body.<br>I don't feel the need to know more and don't believe it'll aid me in any way.">><<else>><<link 'Research Sports and Workouts<img src="Images/Icons/Athletics.png">'>><<replace "#LaptopResearch">><<if $sportsmarts == 0>> Looking at different charts and pictures tied to female bodies and how sports affect different muscles, I find myself more knowledgeable, eager to apply this newfound knowledge during my own workouts. <<elseif $sportsmarts == 1>> Intensifying my research into bodies, I notice the amount of papers related to glutes and the different workouts related to this part of the human body, and how important it is to intensify workouts related to it. I vow to concentrate on that in my next workout.<<elseif $sportsmarts == 2>> My research today takes me to see videos of influencers and fitness practitioners with intensive knowledge leading active workout session across the web. Taking that information to myself and boosted by a wave of energy, I find an opportunity to engage in a workout of my own, should I choose to do so too.<br><<link "Workout" "Workout">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "sportsmarts" 1>><</link>><</if>>|<<link 'Study<img src="images/icons/smarts.png">'>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#LaptopResearch">>Going back to the coursework and doing my own additional research, I give myself the space to study and improve on whatever I might have missed earlier in class. I feel quite accomplished in doing so, although it doesn't seem like it aids me in my goal to become Prom Queen.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "Remove the laptop" "Management">><</link>></center>

<<if $work.has("DealerWork")>><<pic Mark>><</pic>> The strange dealer who had approached <<light Eric>> and I on our last date greeted me with half a smirk, before he turned stern. <<s Mark>>Ready to work for me?<</s>> He asked in a hushed tone, his raspy voice grating against my senses. <<s Author>>I'm not quite sure what all of this entails.<</s>> I admitted to him. <<s Mark>>Easy. I give you the stuff, and you'll sell it. Less eyes on you.<</s>> He explained, his words not clarifying anything for me. I looked lost still, which prompted him to speak some more: <<s Mark>>I give you what amounts to 100$ of weed. You can sell it for more or les, it's up to you. But at the end of your time selling it, I'd better receive my 100$ or my weed.<</s>> He said. Now it made more sense. <<s Author>>And how much would I be able to sell it for?<</s>> <<s Mark>>Honestly at the very least, try to go for 150$. You could even reach higher if you're the right kind of persuasive.<</s>> He explained. 50$ for something illegal... Or more... What had I gotten myself into? <<s Mark>>Come on, here's your first mission. And I've told my own clients to visit you, so it'll all be easy for you today.<</s>> He said, already handing me a bag of the illegal substance, giving me a quick spank on the behind as I headed on my way. <<link "Start selling weed" "Dealer Work 1">><</link>> <<else>><<pic Mark>><</pic>> <<s Mark>>Fancy meeting you here, sexy girl!<</s>> The familiar stranger greeted me as I approached him, reluctant to truly give him too much attention. <<s Mark>>Come on, you obviously need the money, and I am offering a job. Just go for it.<</s>> He tried to entice me. <<s Mark>>Don't worry, you won't have to use your body for this.<</s>> He smiled, looking me up and down. <<s Mark>>You'll just have to sell some of my stuff, that's all!<</s>> His playful tone was annoying. But his proposal was enticing. Working in such a relaxing location might be beneficial, even if what I was doing was illegal. <<if $open gte 60>>//Did I really care anymore about legality?//<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Agree to his proposal">><<pickup $work "DealerWork" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I found myself enticed by th eidea of the job he offered, excited by what could be done and the amounts of money I could do. <<s Author>>Wouldn't hurt to try..<</s>> I mused out loud. <<s Mark>>Awesome. You'll make a fine addition, nerdy girl.<</s>> He said to me. That might have been my former image, but it was quickly morphing into something more, my openness guiding my actions even further... <<s Mark>>So here's how it goes: I give you what amounts to 100$ of weed. You can sell it for more or les, it's up to you. But at the end of your time selling it, I'd better receive my 100$ or my weed.<</s>> He said. Now everything made more sense. <<s Author>>And how much would I be able to sell it for?<</s>> <<s Mark>>Honestly at the very least, try to go for 150$. You could even reach higher if you're the right kind of persuasive.<</s>> He explained. 50$ for something illegal... Or more... What had I gotten myself into? <<s Mark>>Come on, here's your first mission. And I've told my own clients to visit you, so it'll all be easy for you today.<</s>> He said, already handing me a bag of the illegal substance, giving me a quick spank on the behind as I headed on my way. <<link "Start selling weed" "Dealer Work 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Agree to his proposal" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "Take a raincheck on it">><<replace "#choices">>I figured I'd better neither deny nor agree to his proposal, and so was clear in my comment: <<s Author>>I'll take a raincheck on that.<</s>> He scoffed. <<s Mark>>You know where to find me when push comes to shove, nerdy girl.<</s>> He said. //Nerdy girl..// I was a nerdy girl who was considering becoming a dealer... A lot has changed since the year started... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I would never accept this.">><<pickup $work "DealerWork Denied" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had to make my position clear, just like I had made it when he found me during my date. I looked at the man sternly and with all the confidence I could muster, and spoke up: <<s Author>>I would never stoop so low as to join you in your illegal activities.<</s>> I said confidently. The man straightened up at my statement, looking at me with shock, before deciding to walk away, tail between the legs. //He better run, yes.// I might have been changing in recent years, but I am yet to reach these levels of debauchery! <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

An easy mission with trusted buyers to get the whole thing started, coming in the next update ;) <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<drop $work "ElioCooldown" 1>><<drop $work "JordanCooldown" 1>> <<if $jordanscenes is 9>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>>Work at creamart was a fun venture, but today, there was something odd as soon as I got to work. <<s Elio>>Heya, <<print $name>>! How's it going?<</s>> <<s Jordan>><<print $name>>. Good to see you.<</s>> No, it wasn't that they both were here, unusually so for them who often were found working on different days. It was that there was a third person currently behind the counter, who also greeted me. <<s Benoit>>Hey, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<light Benoit>>, <<light Eric>>'s stepfather, was approaching his job as owner of Creamart in a bit of a more hands-on manner. New, but not unexpected, especially after my last conversation with <<light Jordan>>. <<s Author>>Mr. Gladstone! It's good to see you.<</s>> The attractive man smiled, a big flashy, bright smile that would make any woman swoon. And I smiled back. Wouldn't hurt to be acting well in front of the owner of the place, right? <<s Benoit>>Seeing as Jordan here will be a bit busier in the coming weeks, I figured another firm hand wouldn't hurt in running this place, help him in his other endeavors.<</s>> It was a sweet gesture of him, taking a more personal approach while one of his employees went on to open a business of his own... A business that would be a direct competitor? No, no, no. There wasn't anything weird about this whole thing. <<s Benoit>>I'll be in charge on the weekends from now on.<</s>> He further explained. //It seems like I could now work alongside the big boss...// <<s Benoit>>Obviously, this is but a momentary arrangement, by the time we'd have found an adequate replacement to Jordan as manager.<</s>> He elaborated, looking at the both of us. <<s Benoit>>There's a lot to prove.<</s>> Last week's conversation, this week's revelation... There was an opportunity with this job knocking at the door, and I'd have to step up if I wanted to answer it. I looked at <<light Elio>>... Would he be a chalenger or a nuisance? There was a lot of factors that I needed to account for, should I want to improve my position in this job... //And <<light Benoit>> taking a more personal approach was an additional piece of information that I'll need to use to my benefit...// <<else>><<if $work.has("ElioPayment Denied")>><<dark "Elio Scenes" "I've denied him my help">><<elseif $work.has("ElioPayment Delayed") and $money gte 500>><<link "Give Elio the 500$" "Elio Payment Cutscene">><<drop $work "ElioPayment Delayed" 1>><<pickup $work "ElioPayment Accepted" 1>><<less "money" 500>><<add "Elio" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "elioscenes" 1>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("ElioPayment Delayed")>><<dark "Elio Scenes" "I need to have enough money (500)">><<elseif $elioscenes is 5>><<dark "Elio Scenes" "All scenes visited">><<elseif $day is 1 and $work.count("ElioCooldown") is 0 or $day is 3 and $work.count("ElioCooldown") is 0>><<link "Elio Scenes">><<replace "#work">><<include "Creamart Elio Scenes">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("ElioCooldown")>><<dark "Elio Scenes" "Too early to go back to it.">><<else>><<dark "Elio is not working today" "He's here on Mondays and Wednesdays">><</if>> | <<link "Random Work Day (Recipes work)">><<replace "#work">><<include "Creamart Random Work">><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "Work Normally" "creamart">><</link>> | <<if $jordanscenes gt 9>><<dark "Jordan Scenes" "All scenes visited - See you next update!">><<elseif $day gte 5 and $work.count("JordanCooldown") is 0>><<link "Jordan Scenes">><<replace "#work">><<include "Creamart Jordan Scenes">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $work.has("JordanCooldown")>><<dark "Jordan Scenes" "Too early to go back to it.">><<else>><<dark "Jordan is not present today" "He's here on the weekend">><</if>><</if>>

<<link 'Recipes'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Recipes", "res"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Recipes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<switch random(1, 6)>> <<case 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 1" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>Cappuccino<</s>> . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is true and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is false and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the cappuccino cup I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<case 2>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 2" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>Cafe Latte<</s>> . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is false and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is false and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving2.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the cafe latte I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<case 3>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 3" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>Mocha Cafe<</s>> . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is false and _chocopowder is true and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is false and _sugar is true>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving3.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the Mocha Coffee I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<case 4>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 4" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>White Mocha Coffee<</s>> . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is false and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is true and _caramel is false and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving4.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the White Mocha Coffee I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<case 5>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 5" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>Caramel Macchiato<</s>>. . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is false and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is true and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving3.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the Caramel Macchiato I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<case 6>><<pickup $work "Creamart Random Event 6" 1>><div id="drink">The client requested a <<s Author>>Plain American<</s>> . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> Espresso Shot</label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> Steamed Milk</label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> Caramel Sauce</label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is false and _foam is false and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is false and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving2.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the Plain American I have created with a smile. The plain client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$.<</replace>><<else>><<replace "#drink">><video src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips.<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <</switch>>

<<pickup $work "ElioCooldown" 2>><<switch $elioscenes>> <<case 1>><<add "elioscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Elio Event 1" 1>><<pic Elio>><</pic>>Hard at work to create orders for clients, I notice that <<light Elio>> is half-assing his job today, basically all but distracted. I know he's my superior at work, but I don't know how to react to this. After all, we're co-workers and are supposed to pull for each other... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Call him out">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I approach my coworker, trying to get him back to work. <<s Author>>Hey Elio, a bit of help here? I'm kinda swamped!<</s>> <<s Elio>>Hey <<print $name>>... You sure you are? You seem to be handling it just fine...<</s>> His confident tone is quite unnerving as I look at him, incredulous. <<s Author>>Well I'm not sooo...<</s>> <<light Elio>> scoffs, before putting him phone away. <<s Elio>>You really need to work on your speed, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He eventually joins me at work, his experience immediately apparent as he fires through the requests like a machine. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Call him out" "I'd rather avoid the confrontation (<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> less than -5)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent about it">><<add "Elio" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting a meaningless confrontation, and truly believing he had a reason for his distraction, I am hard at work to fill people's orders, exerting myself to really push my limits. Thanks to that, I also manage to collect a nice tip on top of my regular work. <<light Elio>> smiles at me towards the end of the shift. <<s Elio>>You did a great job today, <<print $name>>. Thanks for picking up the slack.<</s>> I feel oddly proud of myself, despite not really caring about his praise. <</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 2>><<add "elioscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Elio Event 2" 1>><<pic Elio>><</pic>>Working with <<light Elio>> is a coin toss. Sometimes he is the hardest worker in the room, and other times he simply has no intention to work whatosever. Today was one of these moments where I almost don't have to do anything, as he takes up most of the work. Towards the end of our shift, we are lucky not to have any clients to order their drink. <<s Elio>>Hey <<print $name>> think you could help me with a few knots in my back?<</s>> He says, painfully trying to reach his back and scratch it against the back of his chair. <<s Author>>That's what you get for being so active!<</s>> I point out, standing to step behind him. I looked at the task that awaited me, and considered my options. <<picmid "work/creamart/elio-massage.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Really get to work on him.">><<add "Elio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I guess he deserves a real massage... Putting my hands out, I get to work kneeding and pulling at the muscles on his back, expertly trying to find the knots he previously mentioned and rub them away, methodologically working across his whole back to give him the comfort he needed. His soft, tame moans of appreciation and grunts of accepted pain tell me even more on what to keep doing, as I keep the pressure where it needs to be, presenting a great work. Eventually, I find the need to separate from his muscular back as a client comes up to the counter to ask for a beverage, leaving my friend behind to reel with the effects of my masterful massage technique.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Half-ass it. Not worth it.">><<replace "#choices">>Not really caring to give it my all (after all he isn't a tiping customer), I get to work on his back, softly pulling across it and kneeding his muscles. My work seems to relax him for a bit as he offers a soft smile. Soon, we are interrupted by an approaching customer, and <<light Elio>> rushes to their aid, massage forgotten. //That oughta do it.//<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 3>><<add "elioscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Elio Event 3" 1>><<pic Elio>><</pic>><<s Elio>>So where are you going from here?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know, probably to the park, why?<</s>> <<s Elio>>No, I mean after highschool, after work here, what will you be doing?<</s>> He asked me. <<s Author>>Oh that's a big question. I have no idea!<</s>> <<s Elio>>Aren't you like some kind of prodigy?<</s>> I scoffed at his question. <<s Author>>In this day and age, that doesn't get you anywhere.<</s>> I laughed. <<s Elio>>Welcome to late stage capitalism.<</s>> <<s Author>>We're the biggest examples of it, aren't we!<</s>> I quipped as I welcomed yet another customer. A while later, we were back to hanging out together. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Ask him of his own plans">><<add "Elio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What about you, Elio?<</s>> I asked him, <<s Author>>What are your plans for the future?<</s>> He smiled at me. <<s Elio>>I'm a DJ. I'm hoping it turns into a full-time thing.<</s>> I was impressed. <<s Author>>Oh really?<</s>> He smiled at me, flashing his pearly whites. <<s Elio>>It'll take time, but time will take me to where I need to get. This is but a pitstop.<</s>> The man had dreams. At least he had that going for him... <<s Elio>>If you're ever looking for a DJ for any of your parties, lemme know.<</s>> He added, ever the entrepreneur. //I wasn't quite the party girl, but who knows what the future might hold...// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just finish my work day.">><<replace "#choices">>The man liked having conversations, but I was currently at low power mode. I needed to save my energy for other things. And so I completely ignored his earlier line of questioning, being satisfied with letting the day pass by before I had to finish my work shift. //Did I really need to be friends with my coworkers?// <</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 4>><<if $work.count("Creamart Elio Event 4") is 0>><<pickup $work "Creamart Elio Event 4" 1>><<pic Elio>><</pic>><<light Elio>> was less than enthusiastic than he usually was. And that, coming from someone as usually charismatic as he was, was worriesome. But I knew better than to pry and ask too many questions. That is until he reached out to me instead. <<s Elio>>Hey <<print $name>> got some time? I have a favor to ask for...<</s>> He said. I would listen to him. I nodded. <<s Elio>>I know it's a lot to ask, and you can say no. No hard feelings.<</s>> There was clear worry in his eyes. <<s Author>>What is it, Elio?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Elio>>It's... I need money.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>That's what we're working for, is it not?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Elio>>It's more than that... I have a big event coming soon. Some private party. And they want me to organize everything that has to do with the music...<</s>> <<s Author>>An actual opportunity.<</s>> <<s Elio>>Exactly! Except... My equipment is not the best out there.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>So you need an upgrade. Aren't you getting paid?<</s>> <<s Elio>>It's complicated. But I'll pay you back as soon as I make the money back. With that opportunity, it wouldn't take long.<</s>> He said, hopeful as I saw his point of view, his hopes. This clearly meant a lot to him... <<s Author>>How much money do you need?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Elio>>Only 500$. I will be paying you back.<</s>> //500$! That was no easy number!// But then again, he believed he'd be able to pay me back. And the dude was quite the strong character... Though me denying him aid might carry with it some negative outcomes in our work together, it would be the safe way to go. I'd keep my money to myself. On the other hand, lending him a helping hand could be a good strategy, he'd have my back in the work we're sharing together. and helping him will gain me a friend... <<if $money lt 500>>Than again, I didn't have the money to aid him...<</if>><<else>><<pic Elio>><</pic>>My friend still looked at me hopefully, the memory of our conversation still fresh in my mind. 500$ is a huge amount, but would change his life...<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $money gte 500>><<link "Give him the money">><<pickup $work "ElioPayment Accepted" 1>><<add "elioscenes" 1>><<add "Elio" 3>><<less "money" 500>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I've got the money you need, Elio.<</s>> I claimed, ready to bet on my friend's success. We might have only this job as a common thing, but I knew his potential. His head was often in the clouds while we worked together, and it seemed that there was a true reson behind it. When someone dreams, they dream big. They dream big. And he was a dreamer, that knew how to make his dreams come true. <<s Author>>It's a loan, we can agree, but I'm betting on you.<</s>> I don't know what it was entirely that made me make this "leap of faith", so to speak. He had his event, and his needs, and I had the money that would answer his need. How could I not help him? <<s Elio>>You truly will not regret it, <<print $name>>!<</s>> He said emphatically his hands grabbing mine, and his care showing through his tone. He was grateful for the aid. And I was happy to give it. All things considered, I'd be glad to help my disadvantaged friend in his dreams. You can't put a price on that. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Give him the money" "I don't have that amount! (500)">> <<link "Promise to lend him the money when I have it.">><<pickup $work "ElioPayment Postponed" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm sorry, Elio, I don't have the money now.<</s>> I said to him, sad that I couldn't help him with his quest just yet. <<s Elio>>Oh I see...<</s>> He said, a bit hurt. <<s Author>>That doesn't mean I'm not willing!<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>It just means that I won't be able to help you just yet.<</s>> <<s Elio>>So you mean...<</s>> <<s Author>>Once I have the amount I'll come to see you. You deserve the support I can offer.<</s>> Truly, my friend deserved the help. I just hoped I could provide it to him in a timely manner. <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "I can't afford to help him">><<pickup $work "ElioPayment Denied" 1>><<less "Elio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at <<light Elio>> with a morose tone, making it clear that despite my personal emotions, I had to be logical about this. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, Elio, but I don't see myself sparing the money to support such an endeavor.<</s>> I said, truly sad not to be able to help him, but releaved I won't have to. If anything, he made this whole thing easier by asking too much of me. We'd remain coworkers, and we'd keep talking, but in this "business opportunity", I wasn't going to keep going much further... <<s Elio>>I understand, <<print $name>>. That was a mistake, I'm about to accomplish great things, but I understand.<</s>> He said. But deep down, I was sure he felt even more frustrated than he ever let on. I'd not jeapordize my future and financial safety for his. He was barely an acquaintance, and would stay that. <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Ends Elio's storyline">></div> <<case 5>>Happy with the money, event is coming. <<case 6>>The event was a success, money's not around. <<case 7>>He has the money, times are tight. Will I let it go for now? <<case 8>>He can give me the money, but maybe I want to give him more time. <<case 9>>He deserves the money, right?? <<case 10>> <<default>>Something went wrong, next time it'll work out, don't worry! <<set $elioscenes to 1>> <</switch>>

<<pic Elio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Elio, how's it going?<</s>> <<s Elio>>Hey... I'm going to clean the cups don't worry about it.<</s>> Yet again, my coworker had forgotten to finish his job, and I've taken over and helped with the dishes that he was supposed to do. <<s Author>>No, no, it's not about that! That's alredy done.<</s>> He took a breather as he heard that statement, turning his attention completely towards me. <<s Elio>>You... You're too happy.<</s>> He said, worried. <<s Author>>Oh come on, no need to keep the suspense much longer. I've got you with the money, Elio.<</s>> I said, looking to alleviate his worries. He looked confused. <<s Author>>For your DJing work.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>I've managed to gather the money.<</s>> His eyes lit up like a child discovering his presents under the Christmas tree. <<s Elio>>Seriously?<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Author>>Yes, Elio. You deserve it.<</s>> I claimed, <<s Author>>Just make sure you invest it well.<</s>> <<s Elio>>It will be given back, I promise!<</s>> He hugged me, excited. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure of it.<</s>> I half-joked, still hoping this was not a huge 500$ mistake. //I guess only time will tell...//

<<pickup $work "JordanCooldown" 2>><<switch $jordanscenes>> <<case 1>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 1" 1>><<pic Jordan>>Friendship: <<print $Jordan>> My boss at Creamart.<</pic>>Our boss, <<light Jordan>>, doesn't often survey our work, so long as we don't receive complaints from customers. Today, however, is a different tale, as his scrutinity is unmatched, constantly remarking areas where we might need improvement. It is a tiring day that ends with me even more tired than usual. //I really need to find a way to get on his good side..// <<case 2>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 2" 1>><<pic Jordan>>My boss at Creamart.<</pic>> Working at Creamart has its high moments, and its lows. These later ones often come when <<light Jordan>> is around. Often serious and demanding, this time however was unusually peaceful, as we shared the load of work. <<s Jordan>>You're really a smart girl, do you know that <<print $name>>?<</s>> Came his unexpected compliment. I looked at him confused. <<s Jordan>>You know how to listen, you take criticism well. I like that about you.<</s>> He clarified. I felt myself blush a bit. <<s Author>>Wow. Thank you. That's kind of you.<</s>> I was flattered. <<s Jordan>>Keep it up. I have high hopes for you.<</s>> Smiling to myself as he got back to work, I couldn't help but feel proud in that moment. //Why does his opinion matter so much?// <<case 3>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 3" 1>><<pic Jordan>>My boss at Creamart.<</pic>> Working alongside <<light Jordan>> yet again, I notice that his mood isn't always sour. He is just a serious man, but also has a kind heart. My mind goes back to the last time we worked together, and I double my effort as I remember the compliments he gave me. <<case 4>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 4" 1>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>> The watchful eye of my manager, <<light Jordan>> was ever present on the weekend. And I was aware of that throughout the day... A customer approached the counter, immediately placing their order as I filled it out for them. Momentarily distracted by the drink I am making, I look back up to see that they had disappeared and went to sit at a table. We're not usually a place where we follow people to their tables... <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Leave the cup at the counter for him to take">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Doing my job to the letter, I place the cup on the counter and go to work cleaning the different machines we use. It is around 10 minutes later that he comes back for it, and by then it is cold to him. <<s stranger>>Not quite what I expected.<</s>> He announced, not bothering to tip for a... well... mediocre service. <<light Jordan>>, looking at the scene pan out, was also unimpressed. //Is the service industry truly about being docile and submissive??//<</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Walk over with his drink">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jordan" 1>><<set _tip to random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/work/creamart/satisfied-guest.mp4' width='50%'/></center> Grabbing the drink and wanting to please, I walk over to the customer with it and hand it over, flashing a wide smile. <<s Author>>Your drink sir.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Ah what a nice service. Thank you my dear.<</s>> He smiles back, tipping me a nice little sum of <<print _tip>>$. <<s Author>>Thank you sir.<</s>> Slightly bowing out of respect, I take my leave, my eyes catching those of <<light Jordan>>, who is pleasantly impressed. //Seems like I am doing something right!//<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Walk over with his drink" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough (5)">><</if>></div> <<case 5>> <<if $time is 5>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 5" 1>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>>As I have taken over a late afternoon shift, I end the day by closing up shop with <<light Jordan>>. <<s Jordan>>Thanks for staying with me. This whole closing up thing takes a lot of time alone.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it. It's a nice change of pace honestly.<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Hey if you like it I wouldn't mind your company more often.<</s>> He flashes his wide smile, <<s Jordan>>The late shifts are often less crowded. No one wants their coffee in the evening.<</s>> I nodded, getting his point. <<s Author>>Now is it that you care about me not being tired or that you'd like to have someone to close up shop with you?<</s>> I asked him teasingly. <<s Jordan>>Why can't it be both?<</s>> He asked me back. //Well... It seems like if I want to have some quality time with my manager, I'll need to work here in the evenings.// <<else>><center><img src='images/work/creamart/brew2.jpg' width='70%'></center>Supremely tired today, I choose to brew myself a cup of coffee, needing the liquid boost to keep me concentrated. The rest of the shift passes in a flash as I fire through orders with an erratic smile. <<light Jordan>> appreciates my activity, not quite finding the time to talk to me. Something seems to be on his mind. //Maybe I'll choose to work in the evening next time, then I'll have the chance to talk to my manager...//<</if>> <<case 6>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>><<if $time is 5>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 6" 1>><<s Author>>So, Jordan, what is your next step, after here?<</s>> I asked my manager, closing time drawing near and only a couple of late workers seated and using our wifi for their late work deliverables. <<s Jordan>>That's a loaded question!<</s>> He claimed, smiling. <<s Author>>I don't see it like that... You're an awesome manager, and I find it hard to believe you're fine staying here at this job.<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Well yes, I'm not the owner here, but rather only a worker like you technically.<</s>> He explained, <<s Jordan>>But I am saving up.<</s>> That peaked my interest. <<s Author>>What for?<</s>> He looked at me and chuckled. <<s Jordan>>Someone's really interested with what I am to say...<</s>> He teased. <<s Author>>Hey I'm just making conversation!<</s>> I excused myself, frowning. <<s Jordan>>I'm joking, quick-trigger.<</s>> He laughed, <<s Jordan>>I'm saving up to open a coffee shop of my own.<</s>> <<s Author>>Woah! Look at you go!<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Once the right opportunity presents itself and the papers are signed, I'm good to go.<</s>> I wondered what that meant. And as I was about to ask, he cut me off. <<s Jordan>>Enough about me, what about you, smart girl? What's your plans for the upcoming year?<</s>> He had asked just the right question. And that man, if anything, valued a correct, true answer. The question is, do I make it clear I have my doubts about my future, or do I try to hide it all behind an air of confidence? //Fake it till you make it?// <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "I'm honestly struggling to find the next step...">><<add "Jordan" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured, if it was honesty that <<light Jordan>> would need, it was honesty I'd give him. <<s Author>>I'm honestly struggling to find the next step... It's like everything I do is wrong.<</s>> I spoke in a vulnerable manner, and he was quick to move closer to me as he saw my weakened state. <<s Jordan>>Hey, hey now. We can't let things decide for us.<</s>> He said, <<s Jordan>>We need to keep out head high.<</s>> I couldn't quite figure out how I was supposed to do that, but I felt comfort in finding an understanding in his tone of voice. <<s Author>>I'm trying. But it's hard to keep your head high when all you've done means nothing.<</s>> He shook his head "no", not agreeing to my words. <<s Jordan>>I've been at this job, and similar ones, for a while now. A while meaning years. And now, I finally can look and hope for more. But did I keep my head down this whole time? No. The time will come for you to make your moves.<</s>> He said beautiful words, despite the harsh truth that they carried. <<s Jordan>>And if it's any consolation, I'll be looking at people to man my stations at my job.<</s>> He smiled at me, making it obvious that I'd be considered, should things come to it. I could only breathe, and accept the hug that he decided to give me, hugging him back. <<s Jordan>>You're too bright to fail, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said softly as he held me tight. I felt safe, if but for a moment. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm honestly struggling to find the next step..." "Too dominant for that (10)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not sure what my future holds...">><<less "Jordan" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If I was to be honest, I was to be clear: I had no fucking idea where I was, and where I was headed. <<s Author>>I'm not sure what my future holds. I'm just going with the flow.<</s>> He looked at me, a stare that told me he wasn't entirely satisfied with my answer. <<s Jordan>>Let's be honest, I expected more of you, <<print $name>>. You always seemed so sure of yourself.<</s>> <<s Author>>I most definitely am not.<</s>> I laughed, more at myself than anything else, <<s Author>>I'm lost and confused, and everything I've done has helped me reach nowhere.<</s>> He took my words in for a moment, before speaking up. <<s Jordan>>You are young, you have time to discover yourself.<</s>> And with that, he left me behind to care for some budgeting things. And I was left with my thoughts. Did I share too much? Probably. And did it impact the way he saw me? Definitely... I might've made a big mistake here and now, and I didn't know what the future of this back and forth would hold. Just like my entire future, in a sense. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "I'm confident I'll be accepted at the universities I've eyed.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Jordan" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If anything, I was a confident individual. I know what my future held, and it held success. <<s Author>>I'm confident I'll be accepted at the universities I've eyed.<</s>> I said. Beyond that, I was confident of the path I had placed for myself. First, Become Prom Queen, then become queen of whatever university I choose to go to. That was my future. And the smile he showed at that statement, he saw something more to me, even more than what I've already showed him. <<s Jordan>>I see you, <<print $name>>. I see your character. A fighter.<</s>> He complimented me, as I took it in stride. Our common smile, eye in eye, was a nice ending to the shift. two fighters, making things happen. //There was a true connection there...// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm confident I'll be accepted at the universities I've eyed." "Too submissive for that (10)">><</if>></div> <<else>>A normal work day presents itself to us, and despite how much I want to come up with conversation, I can't quite find the time to with drones of customers visiting the shop... //Maybe I should heed his recommendation and start joining him in the evening shifts instead...//<</if>> <<case 7>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>><<if $time is 5>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 7" 1>> <<s Author>>Hey Jordan... Why do we not wear costumes when working here?<</s>> <<s Jordan>>There is the apron.<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean, yeah, but that's not really a costume, is it?<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Of course it isn't, <<print $name>>. We're not in a dress-up game or whatever. We put an apron, work, and then go home.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know, I think I'd look cuter in a costume.<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Of course you'd think that, <<print $name>>. Can you help me with that sac there?<</s>> I guess that guy doesn't like costumes... <<s Jordan>>If it's any consolation, my coffee shop will have a dress-code for the employees.<</s>> <<s Author>>You included?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Jordan>>Most definitely not!<</s>> He quipped back. //Whenever that time came, I would definitely be interested in seeing what that place would be like...// <<else>>A normal work day presents itself to us, my apron quickly gathering spots of coffee because of the equipment we've been using. Despite how much I want to come up with conversation and adress that issue, I can't quite find the time to with drones of customers visiting the shop... //Maybe I should heed his recommendation and start joining him in the evening shifts instead...//<</if>> <<case 8>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>><<if $time is 5 and $ericevent gte 3>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 8" 1>>Once more, there was calmness and stillness to our late shift at creamart, as <<light Jordan>> sat making sure the bills were right for the end of the day. <<s Jordan>>I heard you met Mr. Gladstone.<</s>> He said. I thought of what he said. <<s Author>>The creepy looking guy that wanted his drink served exactly to his table?<</s>> <<light Jordan>> scoffed. <<s Jordan>>No. Benoit Gladstone.<</s>> He said. <<s Jordan>>Your friend's father.<</s>> He further explained. <<s Author>>Oh! Him!<</s>> I finally put two and two together. <<light Jordan>> was alluding to <<light Eric>>'s stepfather, the one that was looking at me in his kitchen when I went to study with his adopted son. That man, the owner of Creamart apparently. <<s Author>>I had no idea that he was the owner of creamart.<</s>> I stated, speaking with honesty. <<s Jordan>>It's quite obvious, isn't it?<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>How so?<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Well his "son", Eric was it? The first time he brought you here, he didn't pay for anything. He's also been here a couple of times since...<</s>> Now that he's put it out so clearly like that, it made sense. I just didn't anticipate or care to make the logical ties between these two events. <<s Jordan>>I just figured you'd known.<</s>> <<s Author>>Anyway it's not like it would change anything.<</s>> I said, confident. <<s Author>>I'm only friends with Eric and his father wouldn't care about it.<</s>> I tried to dismiss any ties. <<light Jordan>> had a different thought in mind. <<s Jordan>>I don't quite see it like that.<</s>> Sure, I was curious, but was it all speculation or was there truth behind his claims? <div id='choices'><<link "What do you mean?">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jordan" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I bit the bullet. <<s Jordan>>Eric obviously has a crush on you.<</s>> He said. I mean, sure... But it was now confirmed since other people saw it as well. <<s Author>>Nothing entirely new.<</s>> <<s Jordan>>And here I thought you didn't know! Turns out you're leading him on!<</s>> He smiled, appreaciating the revealed naughtiness of the interactions we've had. <<s Jordan>>But also, Gladstone has been asking about you, specifically. Said he's seen you here and at his house.<</s>> He further explained. <<s Jordan>>With them moving here and him about to take a more hands-on approach to managing this location, things are probably about to change around here, and he has his eyes on you.<</s>> That was indeed new information. And with <<light Jordan>> soon to be gone to open a business of his own, things were about to get real interesting and real different here. <<light Eric>> being into me is nothing new, he's made it entirely obvious since day one. His stepfather taking an interest in my work... That was an entirely different thing.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't delve deeper.">><<replace "#choices">>I decided not to ask too much. Speculations and rumors would get me nowhere, and I was not about to start worrying myself with things I had nothing to do about. <<light Jordan>>, noticing that I wasn't willing to delve deeper, let go of the subject, moving on with his work.<</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>A normal work evening presents itself to us, and despite how much I want to come up with conversation, there doesn't seem to be much to talk about with my manager... I wonder what can be done about that... //Getting to know the owner might be a smart move...<<dark "*" "Eric Event 3">>//<</if>> <<case 9>><<pic Jordan>><</pic>><<add "jordanscenes" 1>><<pickup $work "Creamart Jordan Event 9" 1>> <<default>>Something went wrong, next time it'll work out, don't worry! <<set $jordanscenes to 1>> <</switch>>

<<if $sportsmarts == 3>> Basing myself off of what I've learned from my research these past few weeks, I start understanding the different muscles involved in my workouts and how to best activate them. Making sure to stretch out well as a start and intensifying certain workouts, I can feel the positive effects on my body, despite the pain and tiredness I feel from the workout itself. <<add "athletics" 2>> <<else>> <<if $athletics < 10>> At home, I decide to start working out, doing a few jumping jacks, and moving around a bit, stretching my body to its limit the best I can. While the workout is lackluster, I still manage to break out a sweat. I can't help feeling that if I had a bit more knowledge of sports and my body, I'd be able to be more effective in my workouts… <<add "athletics" 1>> <<else>> Despite my willingness to accomplish more and be effective in my workouts, I still struggle to make it work for me as my lack of knowledge doesn't aid in my goals. I feel like I wasn't able to accomplish much today except maybe maintain my fitness level. <</if>> <</if>> <<set $workoutweek to true>> <<link "Let's do something else" "Management">><</link>>

<nobr><<if $friendsevents.has("Notice 0.4.0")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/class.png' width='200px' title='Go to Class'><br>Go to Class">><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/class.png' width='200px' title='Go to Class'><br>Go to Class">><<if $femnippleevents is true and $bra.has("nothing")>><<add "femnipplecount" 1>><</if>><<add "classnumber" 1>><<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<if $day is 1>><<goto "Group Project 1">><<elseif $day is 5>><<goto "Bekham Classes">><<else>><<goto `$classEvent1.pluck()`>><</if>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb">><<if $day is 1>><<if $midgamejump is "Valentine">><<goto `$classEvent2.pluck()`>><<else>><<goto "Group Project 2">><</if>><<elseif $day is 5>><<goto "Bekham Classes">><<elseif $valentine.has('Announcement') and $valentine.count('Announced') is 0>><<goto "Valentine Announcement">><<elseif $valentine.has('Approach') and $day is 3>><<goto "Class before Valentine">><<else>><<goto `$classEvent2.pluck()`>><</if>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar">><<if $day is 1>><<goto "Group Project 3">><<elseif $day is 5>><<goto "Bekham Classes">><<else>><<goto `$classEvent3.pluck()`>><</if>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr">><<if $day is 1>><<goto "Group Project 4">><<elseif $day is 5>><<goto "Bekham Classes">><<else>><<goto `$classEvent4.pluck()`>><</if>><<elseif $corruption lt 75>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><<elseif $corruption lt 150>><<goto "Random lvl2 Class">><<else>><<goto "School">><</if>><<addtime>><<set $classvisitday to true>><</link>><</if>></nobr>

<<if $ericmessagepre is 3>><<set $ericmessage to 3>><</if>> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<if $Bekhamc is 7>><<goto "Alpha vs Beta">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 8>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 1">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 9>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 2">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 10>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 3">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 11>><<goto "Bekham Pre-Meeting 4">><<else>>End of content in Friday classes for this update.<</if>><<elseif $class.has("Tarnipp")>><<if $Bekhamc is 7>><<goto "Tarnipp is Back">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 8>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 1">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 9>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 2">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 10>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 3">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 11>><<goto "Tarnipp Class 4">><<else>>End of content in Friday classes for this update.<</if>><<elseif $Bekhamc is 0>><<goto "Meeting Mr. Bekham">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 1>><<goto "Intro to Philosophy">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 2>><<goto "The Male Gaze">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 3>><<goto "Sex in Cinema">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 4>><<goto "Visiting Mr. Bekham">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 5>><<goto "A New Light">><<elseif $Bekhamc is 6>><<goto "The Lion's Den">><<else>> There was probably a mistake that brought you here. Regardless, enjoy the other facets of the game! <3<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <<add "Bekhamc" 1>>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Meeting Mr. Bekham</h3></center><center><<pic Bekham>><</pic>></center><<if $metEric is true>><<set $ericmessage to 1>><<else>><<set $ericmessagepre to 1>><</if>><<s Bekham>>I understand you all had Ms. Tarnipp taking care of this class for the past few months, but unfortunately, due to a family emergency, she had to step down from her teaching position. That is where I come in; as for the foreseeable future I will be teaching you this philosophy class.<</s>> Standing in front of us, Mr. <<light Bekham>> was extremely well dressed. His suit, his demeanor, everything about him told of his level of self-importance, and I, alongside many of my fellow students it seemed, were impressed by what we were seeing. <<s Bekham>>Let us start with something simple. Who here believes philosophy is obsolete?<</s>> This question startled me. How can someone ask something so bluntly, especially about the class they were teaching? Quite a few of the students raised their hands. <div id="choices"><<link "Raise my hand">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I joined the students that were raising their hands. Philosophy might've been something important in ancient history, but nowadays it loses its meaning. <<s Bekham>>I understand the sentiment. What use is it to proclaim thought and existence if it doesn't move us forward? What use is it to explore the meaning of life if there obviously is deeper questions in the world?<</s>> I could feel myself nod along to what he was saying. <<s Bekham>>You'll be surprised to know that the antithesis of philosophy is philosophy itself. The thought behind the lack of thought is thought, and the reality remains the same whether we observe it or not.<</s>> //That doesn't seem right.// <<s Bekham>>...and it is the same reality and existence that we attempt to shape and morph into our image. Do we believe that there should be an inequality between men? A set social order that we need to follow, with a certain race or gender on top and the other a follower?<</s>> A few were shaking their heads no. <<s Bekham>>I think not! But it is through the optics of morality, ethics, and all that follows, that we are capable of understanding the inegalities in life, of knowing where we are doing wrong as humans, and knowing where we can move forward. Biology will tell you one thing about the differences in gender, and will try to explain behavior due to different brain chemistries. I intend to make you understand that things are tied to something deeper than that, for if we are to understand life's psychology we need to understand human philosophy.<</s>> His speech was entertaining, engaging. I could feel myself somehow understanding his approach. Whether or not he was correct in his assesment was a different thing, but at least he was logical. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Philosophy is important">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't raise my hand to that statement. Philosophy is real, it existed and had its impact on life. Bekham looked at the rest of the students. <<s Bekham>>I understand the sentiment. What use is it to proclaim thought and existence if it doesn't move us forward? What use is it to explore the meaning of life if there obviously is deeper questions in the world?<</s>> I could feel myself nod along to what he was saying. //He was good.// <<s Bekham>>You'll be surprised to know that the antithesis of philosophy is philosophy itself. The thought behind the lack of thought is thought, and the reality remains the same whether we observe it or not.<</s>> //He's actually making a lot of sense!// <<s Bekham>>...and it is the same reality and existence that we attempt to shape and morph into our image. Do we believe that there should be an inequality between men? A set social order that we need to follow, with a certain race or gender on top and the other a follower?<</s>> A few were shaking their heads no, I enthusiastically join them. <<s Bekham>>I think not! But it is through the optics of morality, ethics, and all that follows, that we are capable of understanding the inegalities in life, of knowing where we are doing wrong as humans, and knowing where we can move forward. Biology will tell you one thing about the differences in gender, and will try to explain behavior due to different brain chemistries. I intend to make you understand that things are tied to something deeper than that, for if we are to understand life's psychology we need to understand human philosophy.<</s>> His speech was entertaining, engaging. I could see myself in my third eye enraptured with what he was saying. I am brought back to reality when he turns to look at me, and smiles. //He's happy with me.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Introduction to Philosophy</h3></center> <<pickup $club "DebateProposal" 1>><<pickup $class "Intro to Philosophy" 1>> The new professor Mr. <<light Bekham>> has been getting a lot of attention at school, with students interested in his personal life and others intrigued by his electric personality. And here we had him in front of us droning about theories in philosophy and whatnot. <<s Bekham>>I recognize some of you are bored, so I suggest we open a debate here in class, what do you say?<</s>> I perk up slightly, that seems like a fun idea. <<s Bekham>>I am a strong believer that it is through discourse that we can truly find out the hidden truth.<</s>> Headed towards the list of names that he has on the desk, he calls out two names. <<light Eva>> and - lo and behold! - me! We both stand and head towards the front of the class, similarly shy. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/initial-debate.jpg">><<s Bekham>>The topic up for debate is the concept of <b>Solipsism</b>. The idea that existence is there simply because it exists in our minds and we are but wandering thoughts in a vast expense of nothingness. You are either for it, and thus believe that your perception of reality is what makes it real; or against it, meaning that reality exists outside of our perception, and we just happen to stumble upon it.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "Debate in favor">><<replace "#choices">>//Convinced I'd do a better job defending our perception being reality, I speak out immediately.// <<s Author>>I'd like to debate in favor of it.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Go for it, you start.<</s>> I take my time to situate myself before speaking out. <<s Author>>"I think therefore I am". This famous quote by Rene Descartes is not only a superstition and arrogant way of saying he's a philosopher. It's at the base of existence. My thoughts, my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me are what make existence real. In knowing so, one can accept the fact that only the self, the existence of the self, can be a proven concept, and therefore it is through our own minds that we create meaning and a reality that fits our perception. It's quite simple actually.<</s>> Everyone's eyes turn towards <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>I appreciate the fact that you basically gave me the argument I need. "my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me". You admit that existence is there, whether under the eye of an observant or not, it exists. The fact that there is an interprative power is unimportant to its existence. As such, we can clearly say that it is through a lens that we see reality, yes, but our perception is an interpretation of what exists there. The issue is complex, reality is complex, and our mind often are unable to fathom or understand the complexities of it, making apparent that it exists outside of our vision only.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "Build a strong counter-argument">><<add "grade" 2>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//She seems to have come prepared? Is this a setup?// <<s Author>>You seem to be well read on the topic, and I appreciate your distanced approach to reality, wanting to believe that we are but observants of a fait-accompli. This sentiment has long been the downfall of humanity. "This exists, seperate from myself, and so nothing can be done to impact it" has long been the argument of generations who did nothing to improve the "reality that exists" However, it is through dreams, at least from what we hear of history, that individuals were able to shape the world in the way they want it. Stories that you accept to be true constantly tell you of how one's perception of his reality was able to shape it to how he wants to see it. Only through seeing things and experiencing things do we give them life.<</s>> I can hear the class' reaction to my speech, silently cheering and with a few applauding me. But <<light Eva>>'s reaction is more drastic. Moving up to me, she decides to slap me on the face. A simple, soft slap, but a slap nonetheless. <<s Bekham>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Did you want this slap to happen? Did you will it into existence?<</s>> Stunned, all I find myself to do is shake my head no. <<s Eva>>Sorry about the slap, but there is much worse happening all around us. The abused doesn't will their abuse into existence. It exists and they interpret it. What you're describing, using as argument, is Solipsism in reverse. You're trying to rationalize the relative external world and justify its existence through the optic of the self.<</s>> I'm stunned still by the actions of my friend, but I can see their capacity to drive the idea home. //She's kind of right.// It's at this point that Bekham dismisses the class, sending the students on their way, but asking me to stay back for a bit. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/home-visit.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>You did well. Her arguments are strong, and defense of Solipsism is difficult, but you did well <<print $name>>. Good job.<</s>> Glad with his assesment, I head out. //He complimented me// //No. He complimented my mind!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Build a strong counter-argument" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "Get frustrated and stumble on my words">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//She seems to have come prepared? Is this a setup?// <<s Author>>That's not the point. The point is that I see therefore I interpret and then...<</s>> <<s Eva>> You're basically imagining your own quotes now. Is this still an interpretation of reality? A subjective view?<</s>> //Her taunts are getting to me.// <<s Author>>It's more than that. When I observe things, I know they exist. A person in a cave see shadows or objects on the outside at night. To them, to their world, their existence, the night bring shadows. It matters not what is there, they see shadows and that's all they need to know.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That is an old view, comparing humans to neanderthals. But still, whether or not they believe the outside to be shadows or not, the outside still exists, it is still present regardless of the caveman's interpretation of it, and it is real. You simply view it in a certain way<</s>> I feel frustrated, exhaspered by the way things were going. <<s Author>>It doesn't matter...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'm ending the debate here. We all can see who won.<</s>> Cut off by <<light Bekham>>, I frustratingly make my way back to my chair. As we leave the class, I pass by the professor. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Just a pretty face<</s>> His insult, whispered and precise, cuts deep. //He's right... I'm just a pretty face, no more.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Debate against">><<replace "#choices">>//Which position will be better for me to defend?// In analysing both facets of the topic, I am beat to the punch by <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>I'd like to debate in favor of it.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Go for it, you start.<</s>> She takes a short moment before she begins to speak: <<s Eva>>"I think therefore I am". This famous quote by Rene Descartes is not only a superstition and arrogant way of saying he's a philosopher. It's at the base of existence. My thoughts, my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me are what make existence real. In knowing so, one can accept the fact that only the self, the existence of the self, can be a proven concept, and therefore it is through our own minds that we create meaning and a reality that fits our perception. It's quite simple actually.<</s>> Everyone's eyes turn towards me, seeing the small smile forming on my face. <<s Author>>I appreciate the fact that you basically gave me the argument I need. "my perception and interpretation of the things that surround me". You admit that existence is there, whether under the eye of an observant or not, it exists. The fact that there is an interprative power is unimportant to its existence. As such, we can clearly say that it is through a lens that we see reality, yes, but our perception is an interpretation of what exists there. The issue is complex, reality is complex, and our mind often are unable to fathom or understand the complexities of it, making apparent that it exists outside of our vision only.<</s>> <<light Eva>> takes a short while to come up with her counter-argument. I savor the victory silently as she tried to find what to say next. <<s Eva>>You seem to be well read on the topic, and I appreciate your distanced approach to reality, wanting to believe that we are but observants of a fait-accompli. This sentiment has long been the downfall of humanity. "This exists, seperate from myself, and so nothing can be done to impact it" has long been the argument of generations who did nothing to improve the "reality that exists" <</s>> I'm startled. This argument alone seems to change minds as I can see individuals agreeing to what she's saying. <<s Eva>>However, it is through dreams, at least from what we hear of history, that individuals were able to shape the world in the way they want it. Stories that you accept to be true constantly tell you of how one's perception of his reality was able to shape it to how he wants to see it. Only through seeing things and experiencing things do we give them life.<</s>> I can hear the class' reaction to her speech, silently cheering and with a few applauding her. I needed to come up with a solid counter-argument, feeling my emotions bubbling inside. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Mount a solid counter-argument">><<add "grade" 2>><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>//The contradictory nature of Solipsism calls to me.// <<s Author>>Well said. Very logical.<</s>> Glad with my compliment, <<light Eva>> is brought into a false sense of security. <<s Author>>The simple idea of Solipsism implies that logic and reasoning are meaningless. We exist, we perceive, and that's it. there is nothing beyond the face value of the things that we observe. However, reaching belief in Solipsism is through reliance on logic and reasoning. As such, it in inheritely contradictory in nature, since it refutes these themes yet counts on them to prove its existence. That is how I know it doesn't truly represent reality, since something so contradictory cannot govern existence, very simply.<</s>> Impressed by my solid argument, Mr. <<light Bekham>> halts class there, naming me winner. The complicit smile he gives me tells me all I need to know regarding how he views me. //I made him proud. Good.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Mount a solid counter-argument" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "Use my emotions to drive the point">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>A thought goes through my mind. What I feel like doing is powerful in its message. Moving up to her, I raise my hand up and slap her on the shoulder. A simple, soft slap, but a slap nonetheless. <<s Bekham>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you want this slap to happen? Did you will it into existence?<</s>> Stunned, <<light Eva>> shakes her head no. I continue to argue my point. <<s Author>>Sorry about the slap, but there is much worse happening all around us. The abused doesn't will their abuse into existence. It exists and they interpret it. What you're describing, using as argument, is Solipsism in reverse. You're trying to rationalize the relative external world and justify its existence through the optic of the self.<</s>> Still stunned, <<light Eva>> seems to be more and more convinced by my argument. Mr. <<light Bekham>> decides to stop the debate at that point, not before giving me a complicit smile as he asks for everyone to leave. Glad with my performance and his approval of my actions, I head out. //He was happy with me.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Lose control of my emotions">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>The adrenaline, the strong emotions of fighting a losing battle from the start, the feelng that I've been setup in this whole endeavor, merge and mix and all get to me. I crack, and what I do next I am not proud of. I hit my best friend. A slap across the face, I send her stumbling back for a bit, gritting my teeth and wanting to see her hurt. <<s Author>>Interpret that reality.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Woah okay this is the end of that debate. Everyone's dismissed, $name stay behind.<</s>> <<light Eva>> rushes out as the other students leave right behind her. They clear the class as Mr. <<light Bekham>> and I stay back there. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>What the hell was that about?? Do you not have any manners?<</s>> <<s Author>>She got under my skin ok?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Got under your skin? Is this what your parents have taught you? Is this what your father has taught you?<</s>> <div id="choices3"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reveal my father's death">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>My father's dead.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Figures.<</s>> I look at him shocked. <<s Author>>How could you say that? My father died. He was murdered in a mugging gone wrong. Wrong place, wrong time they said. And she wants to argue that this is a perception of reality? Reality exists, in all its ugliness, and we interpret it. That's all there is to it. I would never imagine such a thing.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>There it is.<</s>> I look at him incredulous. <<s Bekham>>That was a better argument than slapping your debating opponent.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/home-visit.jpg">> I notice that he's right. I let my emotions get to me, not knowing why. <<s Bekham>>I'm sorry about your father.<</s>> I don't know what got over me. Something about his authority impacted me in a certain way. I find myself hugging him. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> He allows the hug to last for a bit, before moving me back. I wipe a tear off my cheek. <<s Bekham>>Not move along, missy.<</s>> he says, pointing at the door. I start heading towards it, before I hear him call for me. <<s Bekham>>Oh and <<print $name>>. Everyone is here to support you. Talk to me if you need it.<</s>> I nod at him. //That was generous.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Bite my tongue">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Silent, I look him in the eyes with confidence. <<s Bekham>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable. It further proves my point that some people simply are incapable of improving. That's unfortunate, I thought you had more in you.<</s>> He furrows his brows. <<s Bekham>>Calling you up was a mistake, I should've went for someone else.<</s>> He looks at me, then down at my body. <<s Bekham>>All beauty, no brains. You're dismissed.<</s>> Incredulous at his last remark, I hazily grab my bag and head out, listening to him mumble under his breath: <<s Bekham>>Women.. All the same.<</s>> //Despite his sexism... Is he right? I was emotional...// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">></center> <center><img src="images/classes/the-male-gaze.jpg" width="600 px"><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>The Male Gaze</h3></center> When I walked into class today and saw the scene on the screen, I felt giddy with excitement at a movie session. However, noticing Mr. <<light Bekham>>, my philosophy professor, seated on his desk with a serious look on his face, I knew that an intense lesson was about to take place. I wasn't sure I was ready for it. <<s Bekham>>The Male Gaze. Many count it as a sin of cinema, others as a blessing. What exactly is it? For years, it was what made the movie industry function and grow and work, because it was what ''subconsciously'' brought audiences to theaters.<</s>> His approach has long been unusual, but with what he's currently saying and the way he's saying it... He had my attention. <<s Bekham>> Feminism is quick to bash loads of things, attacking the established systes in order to build a new world. However, we need to be aware that there are things that exist for a reason. If feminism tries to redefine the world and its subjects, it will need to understand their current definition first. The male gaze exists for a reason. It is necessary, and feminism need not get rid of it, but make use of the potential it carries.<</s>> The professor, in his lecture, made sure to survey the entire class as he gave his speech. At this last sentence, he looked at me straight in the eyes, daring me to agree or disagree. <div id= "choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/media.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Nod my head yes">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I feel myself nod along, enthralled by his speech and engaged by what he is saying. Being a feminist, I am beyond interested by what he is explaining as a way to use the way men look at me to further my own agenda. It seems logical. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Don't move a muscle">><<replace "#choices">>Not giving him the satisfaction of my acquiescence, I decide to hold his 'male gaze' and look back at him. As he moves his eyes away to continue his course, I can't help but feel successful in proving his point wrong. What was his point again? <<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>> <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Disagree with what he's saying">><<replace "#choices">><<add "subdom" 1>><<s Author>> I disagree actually.<</s>> The professor seems impressed by me speaking out. He smiles. <<s Bekham>>Oh really? Please, put forth your counter-argument young miss.<</s>> His hand, upright and pointing at the board, calls me to stand up in front of the whole class to give my argument. Apprehensive but not willing to give him the satisfaction of my compliance, I stand firmly and walk in front of the class to put forth my argument. <<s Author>>The male gaze is an antiquated, old ideology that had helped under a patriarchal society but is meaningless in the new world. Women now work and provide for themselves, they are no longer dependent on men to provide for the family as they sit at home like some docile housewife.<</s>> <<s Bekham>> This is all great in theory, however your arguments are flawed. Women currently work in male-dominated fields, and whether they like it or not, cannot be taken in exclusion of the society they live in. They still count on men's weaknesses to boost their own agendas, and that my dear is still part of the male gaze. Furthermore, study proves that movie-goers are more often male rather than female, especially in higher grossing movies. Whether or not the movie holds a male gaze or not is not accounted for in this kind of viewership, but we have long seen movies addressed to a female audience flop because it didn't cater to the larger ''male'' market.<</s>> As the professor goes on to explain his arguments, I couldn't help but feel frustrated by the way he so clearly put forth his case. It's as if he wanted me to speak up and embarrass myself. I needed to make a choice, and make it quick. <div id="secondchoice"> <<if $smarts >= 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Put forth my own counter-arguments">><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#secondchoice">><<s Author>> What you are saying is pretty and all, but it doesn't deny the fact that feminism has found other ways to switch things up and repurpose the male gaze into something quite different from what it is, to the point where its presence is obsolete. You can see nowadays how action movies cater to what is essentially the female gaze, placing their protagonists in situations where they need to be shirtless. That is because despite the majority of the viewership being male, studios understand the improtance of a female audience in bringing in revenue. It is not the male gaze that brings in an already established audience, but something else that is employed to bring in a new, larger audience.<</s>> As Mr. <<light Bekham>> is still processing what I just said, I continued elaborating on my adverse theory, and with my speech over, received the applause of my fellow students just as the bell started ringing. Smiling to myself, I start heading out of class, when the professor stopped me in my tracks. <<s Bekham>>Good speech, $name . We'll see if you truly believe in all this in time.<</s>> <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<dark "Put forth my own counter-arguments" "<b>Smarts <img src='Images/Icons/Smarts.png'>lower than 15</b>">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to distract him somehow">><<add "open " 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#secondchoice">>His arguments were strong, well constructed, defined. I couldn't stand a chance so I did the only thing I thought I could in that situation. Looking at Margot Robbie on the screen and taking her lead, I walked with certainty to the professor's desk, sat on the table, and pulled up my dress, revealing my legs. I could immediately imagine what was going through his head <center><img src="images/classes/male-gaze-bekham.jpg" width="600 px"></center> <<s Bekham>>Excuse me miss $name what are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh nothing. I am still all ears professor.<</s>> The professor stammers as he tries to continue his speech, obviously distracted by what I have been doing, hi eyes stealing glances at my legs. <<s Author>>What's the matter professor? Cat got your tongue?<</s>> The class starts laughing as the professor sighs. I reveal a smile, confident in my victory. With authority, Mr. <<light Bekham>> clears his throat, before turning to address the class: <<s Bekham>>Now then, who here bought Ms. $name 's arguments?<</s>> A few of the students, mostly men, raise their hands, nodding along and smiling at me. I smile back, triumphant. <<s Bekham>>You're victorious. See? All of these students simply agree with your point of view because you were able to silence your adversor. But how did you accomplish that?<</s>> I blink my eyes a few times. I beat him by- <<s Bekham>>You beat me by catering to the male gaze. You used a man's natural need to oggle your body in order to prove a point, in order to further your own agenda. In order to defend feminism. By doing so, you only reinforced my point, and I thank you for it. You also gave everyone an unobstructed view of your legs. Good girl.<</s>> I blush, cover myself up, and am saved by the bell ringing as the rest of the students hoot and laugh at my predicament. Why did I have to speak up? Mr. <<light Bekham>> looks at me triumphantly as I leave the room, slipping a glance at my legs. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay Silent">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#secondchoice">>Try as I may, I can't seem to come up with a solid enough argument to oppose what the professor is saying. He wanted me to argue with him so he can further his point, and I simply fell for the trap. He might not be right in what he's saying, but he proved his point much better than I did. Is he right? The bell rings as the rest of the students start walking out of class. Mr. <<light Bekham>> looks at me sympathetically as I rush out with them. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">></center> <center><img src='images/classes/sex-in-cinema.jpg' width='60%'><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Sex in Cinema</h3></center> I have grown accustomed to Mr. <<light Bekham>> sharing the most obscene of scenes and trying to pass it off as some sort of philosophy in his classes, and today's session was no different than the previous ones. Lecturing about -apparently- sex in cinema, he found it adequate to share a particular scene from Game of Thrones with us, in which future queen Danaerys Targarian finally accepted her role in bed with her brute of a husband. <<s Bekham>>As such, human's true nature and intentions are revealed in the carnal acts of pleasure. Him, his bruteness and animalistic nature subdued, and her, her submissive tendencies revealed, for all to see.<</s>> His logic was obviously flawed, but I didn't want to go through a public prosecution with it, especially not with someone as smart as he is. And so, as the bell rang and I intended to head outside for the day, I was unnerved when he stopped me from stepping out. <<s Bekham>>It seemed like you had something to say during class today, but bit your tongue, <<print $name>>. Care to share it with me now?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's unimportant, really. I'm sure we can have diverging viewpoints and still respect the other's opinions.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>What is it exactly that doesn't seem to sit well with you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> From his seat at his desk, he seemed to be the one in control. And well... He was. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Don't show weakness, face him.">><<add "smarts" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Standing up from my desk, partly to even the playing field and partly to truly look him in the eyes, I approach his desk. <<s Author>>I don't quite understand how you so falsely interpreted the scene.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I beg your pardon?<</s>> <<s Author>>No need to.<</s>> I smirk, <<s Author>>You obviously have taken the scene in a vaccum, and have decided to impart your erroneous wisdom on your students.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>How so? Be so kind as to enlighten me, young miss.<</s>> His arrogance was about to be taken down a notch. <<s Author>>It's quite simple, really. This scene was all about Danaerys taking control of her destiny, about her starting to understand how to warp the brute of the husband she was forced to marry in order for him to finally do her bidding for her.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>She gets drilled like a common whore in that scene.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, she does. But the next time they're together, she's the one on top, calling the shots.<</s>> He looks at me, incredulous. <<s Author>>What, you thought I hadn't seen these? Young people like me have a lot of free time on our hands. These scenes are all about female empowerment, not us being docile creatures or whatever you'd want to lead people to believe.<</s>> His smile, his arrogant smile, betrays a knowledge I am not sure I want to be privy to. Yet his arrogance and need to be right knows no bounds. <<s Bekham>>Despite your staunch need to be right, you just further proved my point.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was exasperated. Would he ever admit defeat? <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whetever, used sex in order to control her man in later stages. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>This was never the point you were trying to make, sir, respectfully. You were trying to claim that women are submissive in nature and that it shows during sex, which honestly is repulsive and wrong.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Young lady you've said enough. Please leave my class. You are just unwilling to listen and accept criticism. Why even bother?<</s>> Scoffing at him, I decide to collect my stuff and leave the class. //His arrogance truly knows no bounds. When will they fire him already?// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Play his game, see where it leads.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to approach his seat of power, trying to find a road to understanding. <<s Author>>I believe this scene was all about Danaerys taking control of her destiny, about her starting to understand how to warp the brute of the husband she was forced to marry in order for him to finally do her bidding for her.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>She gets drilled like a common whore in that scene.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, she does. But the next time they're together, she's the one on top, calling the shots.<</s>> He looks at me, incredulous. <<s Author>>What, you thought I hadn't seen these? Young people like me have a lot of free time on our hands. These scenes are all about female empowerment, not us being docile creatures or whatever you'd want to lead people to believe.<</s>> His smile, his arrogant smile, betrays a knowledge I am not sure I want to be privy to. Yet his arrogance and need to be right knows no bounds. <<s Bekham>>Despite your staunch need to be right, you just further proved my point.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was exasperated. Would he ever admit defeat? <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whetever, used sex in order to control her man in later stages. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well if that's the point you're trying to make...<</s>> I was considering what he was saying. <<s Author>>I guess it does make sense that during sex people's inhibitions are lowered.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. And what are movies but windows to a person's soul or a culture's truths?<</s>> <<s Author>>That is right...<</s>> He had a certain understanding, beyond just philosophy, that fascinated me. <<s Author>>It's only when people are at their weakest, most vulnerable, that their true nature is revealed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. You get it.<</s>> His sweet, drilling smile was contagious, and I felt myself smiling back. <<s Bekham>>Now off you go. I have another class I need to prepare to.<</s>> Gathering my items, I headed out of class. //I really liked this private time with him and reaching an understanding...// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to find common ground.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 2>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to understand where he was coming from. I wanted to know what he was trying to teach us with all these oddly erotic materials he has been sharing. <<s Author>>Sir... what is it about these topics that we really need to learn? I'm at a loss.<</s>> Stunned by my honesty, he takes a breath before answering: <<s Bekham>>It's complicated to go into the details of it now. But there is more to this world than what your school has taught you for all these years.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure they could teach us about sex in cinema when we were teenagers?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Definitely not.<</s>> His smile shows he understands the irony of the situation, as he stands to go to the front of his desk. <<s Bekham>>There are topics that most people spend their whole lives not learning, and it is my personal philosophy that by understanding human behavior we can shape it, and we can further understand the way minds have shaped across centuries.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but what about sex?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>The lady in this, future queen or whetever, used sex in order to control her man. She had to ultimately resort to his base instincts to impart some sort of control in her relationship. And she was able to. You see, it doesn't matter what happens during the carnal act, although quite revealing and baring in nature. Them engaging in this unravels other aspects of their relationship. It's the end, and the means, justified all in one. Do you get the point?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well if that's the point you were trying to make...<</s>> I was considering what he was saying. <<s Author>>I guess it does make sense that during sex people's inhibitions are lowered.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. And what are movies but windows to a person's soul or a culture's truths?<</s>> <<s Author>>That is right...<</s>> He had a certain understanding, beyond just philosophy, that fascinated me. I could feel myself gushing a bit, as he stepped closer to my desk. <<s Author>>It's only when people are at their weakest, most vulnerable, that their true nature is revealed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Exactly. You get it.<</s>> His sweet, drilling smile was contagious, and I felt myself smiling back as I looked up to him. His hand rested on my desk, close to me. I felt butterflies flying- <<s Bekham>>Now off you go. I have another class I need to prepare to.<</s>> Allowing myself to breathe again as he turned to go back to his desk, I struggled to gather my items. <<s Author>>Thanks for the lesson, sir.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You're welcome, <<print $name>>. I see real potential in you.<</s>> Something in me stirred, as I made my way out of class. //I really liked this private time with him and reaching an understanding... Did I really wish he'd do more than just theorize? Was there practice in philosophy?// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Visiting Mr. Bekham</h3></center> <div id="continue">Today's class with Mr. <<light Bekham>> was quite uneventful. However, as it neared its end, I was approached by a thoughtful professor. <<s Bekham>>See me after class. I have an offer.<</s>> //Odd…// There was a palpable tension in the air after that, and I was curious to find out what he might want from me. Something told me that whatever it was he needed, it would be interesting. Maybe even dangerous? The way he was looking at me was making me slightly uneasy, yet there was a delectable thrill through it all. It seemed like at every moment, he was making a new decision regarding me, and I didn't know which way he would take the constant evaluation in his mind. <<if $Bekham gte 3>>Despite feeling that we are close, I felt like I might have been mistaken and that it would all come crashing down here and now.<<else>>We weren't close, as I constantly challenged him in class, and I knew that it would come back to bite me. I never thought it would be so soon.<</if>> <center><img src="images/classes/bekham-classes/observing.jpg" height="400em"></center> As time passed and the tension rose, I couldn't help but think back on our previous professor, Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, who was taking a leave of absence. It has been almost 2 months since the winter season with no news of her. Although a forceful character, she still respected us as individuals in her class, unlike Mr. <<light Bekham>> and his misogynistic views. The bell rang, announcing the end of class, as my classmates started gathering their books and items and headed out of class. <<s Eva>>Is everything okay?<</s>> Noticing I wasn't moving for the door, <<light Eva>> the constant friend checked up on me. <<s Author>>It's all good.<</s>> Mr. <<light Bekham>>, noticing the interaction, butted in. <<s Bekham>>If you'll excuse us, Eva, I need to talk to <<print $name>> for a moment.<</s>> <<link "Wait for her to go out">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/classes/bekham-classes/thoughtful.jpg" height="400em"></center> Left alone in his class, I waited for my professor to start talking as he looked out of the window in obvious thoughtfulness. <<s Bekham>>I appreciate you staying behind for this.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not really like I had a choice, is it?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Well seen. But nevertheless, I appreciate you being cordial about it.<</s>> I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. <<s Bekham>>Ms. Tarnipp will be back next week.<</s>> Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, the old philosophy teacher who disappeared after the winter break inexplicably, was coming back to school. Him being her substitute teacher, that meant… <<s Bekham>>That doesn't mean that I won't be teaching this class anymore as she isn't capable of carrying the same load as she once did.<</s>> I didn't yet understand the purpose of this meeting… <<s Bekham>>It does mean that I'll have less of the workload I currently have, and that students have their choice.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you wanted to see me because…<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'd like to take you on as my assistant. <<if $Bekham gte 3>>You are studious, smart, and capable, and having you by my side will be extremely valuable.<<else>>Despite our differences, I can appreciate a smart person when I see one, and believe you have what it takes to excel in my classes, or at least elevate them.<</if>><</s>> That was an unusual proposal, and I didn't know what benefit it would bring me. <<s Bekham>>I can see your hesitation. I had a talk with the SA Office recently, and they told me about your college applications. "Teacher's assistant" would look great there, don't you think?<</s>> He made a valid point, although I did find it unusual that he'd suggest such a thing, especially since we're… In high school? <<s Bekham>>You don't have to give me your answer today, I just felt like informing you of my intentions. I would appreciate it a lot if you did consider this offer, it might be of great value to the both of us, and I am sure that our partnership will help us both in uncovering a lot more truth regarding the human condition.<</s>> //He does like the sound of his own voice// <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Leaving class, I was left with the choice and considerations to make ahead of next class. Did I want to stay with him in his classes despite his extreme ideologies? He always preached some sort of misogyny, or something along these lines. The lines were blurred with him, and I felt that it would be dangerous to go down that road. However, Ms <<light Tarnipp>> was not any better, as she always preached quite the opposite and her classes were often boring. Her affinity towards women is an asset however, a surefire way for some easy grades… I guess I'll have to make my choice next week… <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>A New Light</h3></center><<pickup $class "A New Light" 1>> <div id='continue'>Throughout today's class with <<light Bekham>>, I felt pulled and twisted trying to understand whether or not at the end of this session I'd agree to his request to join him or I'd deny myself the position of Teacher's Assistant. Then again, I had no idea what the position would entail and what to expect from it... <<s Yara>>Someone's head is in the clouds!<</s>> My athletic friend shimed in, smiling sweetly at me. <<s Author>>What? Oh sorry. I'm just thoughtful.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Meet me after class.<</s>> <<light Yara>> had always been demanding, assertive. I couldn't fulfill her request this time. <<s Author>>I have to do another thing...<</s>> <<s Yara>>No. You'll want to meet me, trust me..<</s>> There was a sense of urgency in her voice, something she knew that I didn't. Mr. <<light Bekham>> continued with his class. <<s Author>>Hello sir...<</s>> I had approached his desk by the end of the class. Children were still filtering through. <<s Author>>About today...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I'm sorry to say, our meeting will have to wait for later. I have a meeting with Dr. Priscilla.<</s>> His meeting with the school principal saved me from having to bail out on the meeting myself.<<if $valentine.has("BekhamHorny")>> <<s Bekham>>It's about the future of philosophy at school, but I've got this.<</s>> He clarified, his stare intense as I remembered how he looked at me a few nights prior...<</if>> I nodded, understanding his case, and headed out to meet my friend. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<s Yara>>Weren't you busy?<</s>> She was quick to ask, a sly smile forming on her lips. <<s Author>>Mr. Bekham was busy.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good. You didn't make the mistake yet.<</s>> The relief she showed worried me. <<s Author>>What's that supposed to mean?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Eva told me about you two's meeting last week. The secrecy of it.<</s>> She explained, before continuing, <<s Yara>>He wants you to stay in his class, maybe help him even, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Where are you getting with this?<</s>> <<s Yara>>There's a reason this guy gives everyone the ick, <<print $name>>. He's a misogynist who abuses his power.<</s>> <<s Author>>And Ms. Tarnipp doesn't?<</s>> <<s Yara>>She does, but she also helps girls like us succeed.<</s>> I had that exact thought last week. <<light Tarnipp>> might not be the best teacher out there, but she was the lesser of two evils. <<s Author>>I'm to be his teacher's assistant. That means I have some say in what he does in class. I can sway him to do right.<</s>> I explained, trying to convince myself more than I was my friend. <<s Yara>>'I can fix him!' She claims! Why fix him when you can cruise through with easy grades?<</s>> <<s Author>>Because I need the position if I want to continue my higher education. Grades aren't enough anymore.<</s>> I was frustrated at the whole thing, at having to take a decision in the first place. At the system. <<s Yara>>Look, give it some thought, I know I'll be in Tarnipp's classes, and so will Eva be. Your presence with us would mean a lot.<</s>> At the same time, <<light Bekham>> was a figure of authority that might have a positive impact on me... <<s Author>>Thank you for your concern. I am still to make my decision about this.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Yara>>I'll see you around.<</s>> She let her hand rest on my shoulder for a moment or two, before heading away. //I'm more lost than I was when class began. What will my choice be?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<less "classnumber" 1>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Special Event</h2><h3>The Lion's Den</h3></center> <div id="continue">A choice had to be made today. Whether I liked it or not, <<light Bekham>> wanted me to be his assistant, helping him with his class material with a promise of it paying off with my university applications. While it might not help me with my plans in becoming prom queen, I couldn't deny the importance of having a faculty member by my side to facilitate my academic goals should I need any help... On the other hand, there was the return of Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>, who, although overbearing at times, taught of more... Appropriate subjects. While Mr. <<light Bekham>> taught slightly misogynistic topics, she held strong feminist views. Both were extremists, in their own ways. <<if $subdom gte 5>>I felt however that whoever I chose, I wouldn't struggle much with keeping on top and having my impact on what was happening. I knew I could stand my ground with either, and I knew that if I was with Mr. <<light Bekham>> I would be able to influence his teaching, and maybe him eventually.<<else>>I knew that whoever I chose, I'll probably be following and learning from, and it really felt like I was deciding on who to trust to shape my mind... <</if>> Either way, it was time to head into the Lion's Den, and inform Mr. <<light Bekham>> of my decision. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Entering his office, I could immediately sense the kind of person that he was, as a prominent masculine aura filled the air. He noticed my arrival and gestured me in, standing to close the door behind me. I felt slightly vulnerable. <<s Bekham>>Glad to see you could make it, <<print $name>>. How did you find today's class?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Good">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It was good. Enlightening.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Glad to hear.<</s>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Not so great honestly">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, not so great. I was expecting something else.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Well that's unfortunate to hear.<</s>> His irritation was well apparent. <</replace>><</link>></div> He moved to take his seat in front of me at his desk, his posture intimidating albeit attractive somehow. <<s Bekham>>Have you given my offer some thought?<</s>> I nodded. <<s Author>>I have.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Before you make your decision, I hope you understand what you're getting into. If you choose to be my assistant, I will expect you to give me a lot of your time. It might go beyond just Friday classes.<</s>> Noticing my apprehension of the idea, he continued: <<s Bekham>>Worry not though, it won't impact any other classes, and we'll make sure it doesn't take away too much of your personal time.<</s>> Looking at me, he felt it important to add: <<s Bekham>>You also won't have to worry about your grades with me. Like at all.<</s>> That was an indeniable relief to hear, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought. He smiled back. <<s Bekham>>The choice is ultimately yours. But I know I'd be very happy to have us working closely together.<</s>> There was no hiding what he meant by that last sentence, as his choice dropped just a tiny bit. The man was sly, and he knew his way around with words. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel like I might miss out if I don't take Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>'s classes. She could really help me become more in tune with my strength as a girl, more in line with the feminist movement... <<s Bekham>>So. What do you say?<</s>> <div id='decision'><<link "//Closely together...//">><<replace "#decision">> <div id="choices2"><<if $Bekham gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Accept his offer">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $class 'Bekham' 1>><<replace "#choices2">> Eager to begin a new stage in my life, or maybe eager to be spending more time with this charismatic man, I inform him of my choice. <<s Author>>I believe this is the start of something beautiful.<</s>> His smile is wide, almost predatory.<<s Bekham>>I am sure it is. I'll see you next Friday. Be ready for an intense class.<</s>> And there it was. He already had plans for me and I feared what this meant. This was going to be interesting. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept his offer" "I don't feel close enough to him (Friendship<img src='images/icons/friend.png'> less than 3)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Reject his offer">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<pickup $class 'Tarnipp' 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Something inside of me fought against joining this man as an assistant to his classes. I had to decline his offer. <<s Author>>I am sorry, but this might not be the best choice for me.<</s>> His disappointment is obvious as he doesn't attempt to hide it from me. <<s Bekham>>That is most unfortunate. I'll see you around then.<</s>> His ability to bounce back however stunned me. It seems like he already had plans for what to do... Who knows what the future holds... From now on, Friday classes would be with Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Alpha vs Beta</h3></center> <div id='continue'>I had made my bed last session. Now was time for me to lie in it and see what kind of dreams (more probably nightmares) that will bring me. Today, I have found myself in a class mostly consisting of boys. All enamored by their newest teacher's confidence and gravitas, they were eager to continue learning from him about our society and the way it works. <<s Bekham>>Thank you for all of you who decided to stay with me through these classes. I am sure you're excited for what's to come, but I do believe some business and important announcements are to be shared first.<</s>> He had started talking, and everyone was listening. Sitting at the front of the half-filled class, I looked around to see that very few of my friends were taking the class with him. This would've worried me, had I had the time to think before he called on me. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>>. Mind standing in front of the class?<</s>> I listened to his request and stood. He elaborated. <<s Bekham>>I have decided to take on <<print $name>> here as my teacher's assistant. She will be aiding me in delivering the material and will serve as liaison between you and me whenever I am busy. Seeing as I will soon be having a lot of other ventures to care for, I trust her to keep the contact between us.<</s>> His hand rested on my shoulder, calmly, reassuringly, and I felt myself warm to his touch. //Why does this feel... Good?// <<s Bekham>>You may sit.<</s>> I listened to his words, and went back to my seat. I could see a few nasty stares granted in my direction. I guess I'll have to win them over moving forward. <<s Bekham>>For today's lesson, we're diving in the deep end. You all are aware of the kind of philosophy and life lessons I teach, so there will be no holding back in what I offer.<</s>> He announced, going for the jugular. <<s Bekham>>ALPHA VS BETA. Who knows the difference?<</s>> Boom. Class had started and it was a woozy. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>With the class over, I was called by <<light Bekham>> to join him at his desk as he packed up. I complied. <<s Bekham>>I didn't say this well enough earlier, but I really appreciate your choice to be joining me in these classes. I can see us doing great things in educating these young men together.<</s>> He praised me, and his words had the desired positive effect on me as I smiled. <<s Bekham>>I'll see you before class next Friday to prepare for the lesson. I have a plan for the class.<</s>> He announced, before ushering me on. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Praise his teachings in today's class">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey sir, thank you for today's class. It was truly enlightening.<</s>> I smiled sweetly at him, as he spoke up. <<s Bekham>>I'm glad to hear that. Your opinion is important. Especially when you're aware of what you're saying.<</s>> He meant especially when I agree with what he's saying. <<s Author>>Of course, sir. If more people were like you, we wouldn't lose what it means to be masculine in this world, and we'd have more opportunities to build stronger generations moving forward.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I should've gotten you to talk in front of this class today. Maybe next time things will be different then.<</s>> He announced, ushering me on. //Did I really want to suck up to my teacher like that? He did have some valid points on what it takes to make stronger men...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just leave">><<replace "#choices">>I preferred not to interject or give him my opinion on today's class. He didn't ask me for it, so I shouldn't give it to him, right? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Reprimand his alpha/beta approach">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stay silent. He had placed me as Teacher's Assistant for a reason. I had agreed for a reason. A reason I had shared with <<light Yara>>. <<s Author>>I'm not so sure about the meaning of what you taught today though sir.<</s>> I interjected, not willing to stay silent on the matter. <<s Bekham>>And what exactly do you not agree with?<</s>> He was intrigued. <<s Author>>This whole separation of masculinity between alpha and beta, between dominant and subjugated. This causes unnecessary tensions. Mental health...<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Mental health is for the weak. In this world, it's survival of the fittest. It's eat or be eaten, and...<</s>> The debate was on. <<s Author>>We no longer live in a jungle where these ideologies are prevalent, sir. We live in a society that has outgrown its meager origins.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Why is it then that the bad boy always wins the girl? Why are you attracted to the manly man, the one who subjugates others?<</s>> He might have thought he had a valid point. I didn't agree. <<s Author>>It's quite the opposite, sir. You think that's what the world hads come to. But women are not so vapid, so easily swayed.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I look forward for the day where you realize that what you're saying is false, dear miss. Until then, I'll meet you ahead of class next Friday.<</s>> He had dismissed me, debate ended just as quickly as it had begun. But I could recognize the glint of interest in his eyes. The glint of a challenge that he eagerly approached. And I was ready to spar. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Tarnipp is Back</h3></center> <div id='continue'>There was an obvious sense of excitement in the air, a thrill at the return of our old teacher to class. As we sat down to wait for her arrival, I looked around at who was present in that class. Almost all of my friends had elected to be joining this alternate, initial educational path. <<light Yara>> smiled at me, obviously happy with my choice. But <<light Eva>> was missing. I was intrigued, and figured I'd chek up on her later on. Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> walks in from the door, eager to get this class started, as she smiles at us and greets us. <<s Tarnipp>>It is so good to be back, and to see so many of you have elected to be taking this class again with me.<</s>> Indeed, most of the ladies in the class had noticed how easy it was to please our old teacher simply by virtue of our gender, and had decided to make use of that fact. I felt the same. I smiled at the realization myself. <<s Tarnipp>>Before we're back to class and the teachings that we're about to share, I'd like to announce that due to new regulations tied to our parallel teaching among Mr. <<light Bekham>> and myself, I will be grading your assignments and exercises on a curve. The verdict on this is final.<</s>> The shock that spread through the class like the soundwave of a nuclear bomb was instant, all of us reeling with the implications of such a revelation. //Was it too late to change classes? To accept <<light Bekham>>'s proposal?// Then the actual explosion happened. <<s stranger>>But miss, you can't do that! No one else grades on a curve!<</s>> <<s Yara>>What about universities?<</s>> <<s Eric>>My mom will hear about this.<</s>> Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> was firm. A strong hand that knew how to keep people in line. <<s Tarnipp>>The verdict is final. If anyone has a problem, you're welcome to take it up with Dr. <<light Priscilla>>.<</s>> The principal. No one dared talk. Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> started her lesson. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "Out of class">> As we walked out of class, <<light Yara>> and I were travelling alongside each other, talking about the newest revelation. <<s Yara>>Can you believe this!<</s>> She felt even more of the heat of this new advancement, as she hadn't always been the most active when it comes to philosophy. <<s Yara>>That's what was missing, wasn't it! A philosophy class graded on a curve to put me at the bottom of the class and jeapordize my chances of getting anywhere in this life.<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Aren't you going to be attending colleges under a sports scholarship?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Yara>>Only if my grades allow them. They don't just want athletes, they want smart athletes. And I am smart, just not at the philosophical life-questioning stuff!<</s>> <<s Author>>You are smart.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Regardless. I need to find a solution for it.<</s>> She was convicted. The oddest idea came to my mind. <<s Author>>Hey. What if you and I-<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey girls!<</s>> Out of nowhere, <<light Eva>> appeared, eager to be talking to us. We were equally stunned. <<s Yara>>Eva! You're here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Of course, why wouldn't I be?<</s>> It was obvious to her, but not to us. <<s Author>>We figured you skipped school. What with you not coming to class and all.<</s>> She was quick to understand our confusion. <<s Eva>>Oh! Yes Ms. Tarnipp is back. I understand your confusion.<</s>> She understood. We didn't, and our faces showed it. <<s Eva>>I chose to take Mr. Bekham's classes.<</s>> She announced matter of factly. I was beyond confused. <<s Eva>>He even asked me to be his teacher's assistant.<</s>> I didn't know how to react to this situation, to this new advancement. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Good for her, I guess.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the different factors of this new revelation, I felt untethered to the intricacies of the changes happening. I made my bed, it was time to lie in it. And so I smiled while <<light Yara>> frowned, and rushed to talk first: <<s Author>>I'm happy you made your choice and stuck to it. I hope it isn't too much of a dick-fest there!<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled at me, happy to have received my acquiescance. <<s Yara>>I'm not happy with this though. You could be doing better.<</s>> My friend wasn't as thrilled. <<s Yara>>Bekham is the worst teacher at school, and now you're his assistant. It's going to be really bad.<</s>> I was out of it for now. I had other things to worry about than my friend having a good opportunity to make it through college. <<s Eva>>Regardless. What's done is done. It's only one class a week.<</s>> We took our leave, each headed her own way. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>She's doing something stupid.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't thrilled with this new advancement. <<light Eva>> had done a mistake, and I had to mention that, as a friend. <<s Yara>>That's maybe the dumbest thing you've ever done, Eva.<</s>> My athletic friend beat me to it. <<s Author>>It really is. You've put yourself in a really bad position.<</s>> <<s Eva>>The position of Teacher's Assistant? I think not. It'll be amazing for my college applications.<</s>> <<s Author>>He told me the same thing.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's the same bullshit he'd tell anyone gullible enough to buy it. And the position we are referring to is under this misogynist's control.<</s>> My friend clarified. <<s Eva>>You're just jealous you weren't asked.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yes, cause I'm not stupid!<</s>> A shot was fired. I preferred to calm the issue down. <<s Author>>Let's leave it at that. Good luck Eva.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I won't need it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You will.<</s>> We took our leave, each headed her own way. Tension was high for sure, so I decided not to talk to <<light Yara>> about this just yet. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I'm mad at Yara for taking this away from me.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was stunned by this recent development. And more than anything, I felt annoyed at my friend <<light Yara>> for taking away that option from my hands. <<s Yara>>That was the dumbest thing you've ever done.<</s>> My friend exclaimed. <<s Author>>The dumb thing was listening to you, Yara. I lost that chance.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Seriously?<</s>> She was blindsided by my reaction. <<s Author>>She's grading at a curve.<</s>> I reminded her. <<s Yara>>I mean...<</s>> She knew I had a point. I turned to my nerdy friend. <<s Author>>Good luck with your new position. I'm sure you'll do great.<</s>> She smiled at me, and I smiled back. <<light Yara>> still thought of the way I reprimanded her. We took our leave, each headed her own way. //I need to remember to reach out to <<light Yara>> to hopefully study for these philosophy classes together!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Bekham>>Thank you for meeting me, <<print $name>>. There's a lot to prepare for today's class.<</s>> The man's desk was disheveled, as he worked on organizing his papers and tried to sort them out. <<s Author>>How may I help you?<</s>> I asked him, trying to know where my aid was needed. <<s Bekham>>Here. Sort through these and let me know if you find anything related to the whole "gender" thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>The gender thing?<</s>> I asked, not quite understanding the task. <<s Bekham>>Yes. These are historical documents or at least documents about history that talk about different genders in indegenous tribes. Some of them are relevant to today's lesson and others are not.<</s>> <<s Author>>And what is today's lesson?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Bekham>>What gender is and how it is dictated by society.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well that's progressive.<</s>> I was already working on sorting through papers with him. <<s Bekham>>You'd think that, but there's always a message with me, as I'm sure you've gathered by now. I am looking to aid these young men and women to accept the limitations of their gender. So come on, help me with those shall you?<</s>> It was more of a command than a question, as we set out to work on the presentation that he'd want to present to class later today. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/paper-sorting.jpg">> At one point in our research, I saw a group of files that were related to ancient tribes that did not follow the "traditional" gender norms. In reading the file, I gathered that these tribes had female hunters just like they had male ones, and the roles of their society were equally separated, even at home. This interesting, different outlook on gender norms, would potentially aid in the professor's presentation. But it also did not aid in driving his particular case home. <div id='choices'>//Should I add it to the presentation?// <<link "A presentation about historical facts cannot ignore some of them." "Bekham Class 1 Inclusive">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><</link>> <<link "It doesn't help the point we're making. Let's keep it away." "Bekham Class 1 Exclusive">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Author>>Laws and Behavior?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Bekham>>Yes. It's about the philosophy or laws, and the morals behind them. How they clash with ethics.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's an interesting subject.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I knew you would appreciate it.<</s>> He said, smiling. <<s Bekham>>But the real question is what you think of it.<</s>> He elaborated, looking at me for a conversation. These meetings ahead of the lesson have been mostly about discussing these topics, about revealing more of my character to him, about showing my colors to him. And the recent months have had their impact on my character, helping me become more open to experiences, helping me discover my character more. <<s Bekham>>How do you define morals and ethics in relation to law and behavior? Should an individual in society remain lawful in all circumstances? Or does he lose of his humanity if he were to comply?<</s>> That was a loaded question, which in turn requires a loaded answer... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?">><<add "Bekham" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?<</s>> As I said the words, I noticed that I might have shared too much, my eyes catching my professor's, afraid of what he might say... <<s Bekham>> Only a crush?<</s>> He asked, encouraging my ideology. I was already in the shit, I needed to get out. <<s Author>>Well... Yeah. Kind of?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I believe it's much more than that, and I believe the upcoming class will prove it. Now explain your point, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, sending shivers down my spine. I sure was pliable... <<s Author>>It's usually unlawful for a professor to be with any student. In univerity settings, they ban such relationship, regardless of age.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>It's not that I have eyes for anyone...<</s>> I lied very clearly, <<s Author>>It's that should an indivdual, consenting of adult age, be interested in a romantic or sexual relationshop with any other consenting adult, who's to say what they can or cannot do?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>And how does that relate to morality and ethics?<</s>> I would dive in the deep end. Morality means nothing in the face of our urges. <<s Author>>What's unethical is attractive. A student being with her professor, neither knowing who's controlling the relationship, everyone else not knowing what happens between closed doors. There's something undeniably attractive about that game of "will they won't they". Ethically and morally, that is still frowned upon. But the heart wants what it wants.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Or the penis.<</s>> <<s Author>>That too.<</s>> I blushed as I looked at him. Part of me unconsciously argued in favor of the both of us engaging in some sort of naughty relationship... But I' sure he didn't take it that way, right? The way his eyes drifted across my body's curves suggested otherwise... <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 15 and $open gte 20>><<link "In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Even religion bans it. It is a sin.<</s>> <<s Author>>And yet most countries were founded on the basis of separation of church and state. So why does religion impose its laws on government?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You do have a point there. While ethical from a religious standpoint, it's immoral from a humanitarian view.<</s>> He stated, seeing my point. <<s Bekham>>Although one would argue that members of this community would benefit from being more open to morality themselves.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>How so?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Should they experience what it is like to be with a real man, should they allow themselves the pleasures of this fliratious endeavor, let go of their inhibitions and allow themselves to be attracted to true masculinity, and not that fake one that plagues the world, things would be entirely different.<</s>> He said, his words clashing with my ideologies. <<s Author>>I'm not quite sure that they care for masculinity.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>True masculinity can attract anyone.<</s>> <<s Author>>Is that so?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Bekham>>You'll see. Let's go to class.<</s>> <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Open below 20 and Bisex below 15">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "Conformity in society does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animals.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Conformity does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animalistic behavior.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>So laws are there to quench our animalistic urges and make us humans. And without laws we're nothing but animals?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not entirely. Our morals and ethics are the ones that made law possible. A common sense made clear between all individuals in society. That's what makes us human.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Yet we punish by law those who break the ethics of their nation as opposed to those who go against their own morals.<</s>> <<s Author>>Morals and ethics are ever in conflict, as are morals and our animalistic urges. I think that's the real plight of society.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Interesting you would say that. So without morals and following ethics and the law, all should be good?<</s>> <<s Author>>I guess...<</s>> I had somewhat lost the thread of the argument, but the logic was present there. <<s Bekham>>So the relationship between man and wife, ethical in its lawfulness, can forego morals. The man can bend her over his leg and spank her, and she'll submit to his dominant touch, simply because they are man and wife following their animalistic impulses. He can fuck her wherever and whenever, so long as they follow the law.<</s>> The professor spoke with crude words, an argument I couldn't counter. <<s Author>>Following the logic, yes.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I look forward to the day you're wedded and bedded, <<print $name>>. You'll make a good wife.<</s>> I did not expect the argument to get here. <<s Author>>Wouldn't you like to know!<</s>> I tried retaliating. <<s Bekham>>We're about to find that out.<</s>> He said. <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Smarts below 30">><</if>> <<link "I don't know... Why don't you tell me?">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel ready for such an argument, and if there's a reason I was his teacher's assistant it would be to learn and be taught by this wise man. <<s Author>>I don't really know... Why don't you tell me?<</s>> I asked him. That didn't sit well with the man, who was quick to criticize me. <<s Bekham>>I did not expect you to be such a docile girl with no real opinion of her own.<</s>> He said, immediately hurting my pride. <<s Bekham>>But then again, I shouldn't have expected any better than someone without a true sense of morality.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why are you talking like that?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>I took you in as teacher's assistant to take your opinion on things. Not to stand next to me and pretty. I need your mind to work, not be docile.<</s>> He stated. And he had a point. <<s Bekham>>Regardless. The upcoming class should give you what you want since that's what you're looking for.<</s>> <<link "Go to class" "Bekham Class 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg">> The spanker sat at his desk, his confidence unwavered. Our last time together, he had me bent over his lap in front of a class full of people. And part of me liked it. <<s Bekham>>Why are you still at the door? Come, take a seat.<</s>> The domineering individual spoke with authority, ushering me towards one of the chairs that faced his desk. I complied and sat there, my ass resting on the cuchions and remembering the hard hand going down on it, a threatening reminder of the danger that lurked behind the eyes of the man that I currently faced. <<s Bekham>>You know, I never expected this... partnership to bring that much benefit with it.The students are praising me after the last class.<</s>> I was smart enough to know the reason behind it. <<s Author>>That's because you appeal to their male gaze, sir.<</s>> I stated. The smile creeping on his face was reassuring. We were talking on common ground. <<s Bekham>>I have respect for you, <<print $name>>. Moreso than I usually would for a student. Or a girl.<</s>> I found it in me to stand up to him for a bit. <<s Author>>Respectfully sir, I am no girl.<</s>> I said. He would not belittle me. <<s Bekham>>Indeed, you are not.<</s>> His eyes roamed across my body, resting on my chest. <<if $boobsize is "C-Cup" or $boobsize is "D-Cup" or $boobsize is "E-Cup">>He was impressed by what he saw.<<else>>He hoped to see more.<</if>> <<s Bekham>>But I'd gamble that they aren't the only ones that enjoyed the last session.<</s>> He said pointedly, his eyes moving back to bore into mine, challenging me. <<s Author>>I did my duty. But I hope it is not something to be repeated.<</s>> I said, trying at the same time to fool myself and him. Whether I liked it or not, accepted it or tried to dismiss it, part of me liked the tension permeating the air. Liked the challenge that his sight brought. <<s Bekham>>Is that so? Are you to convince me that this is where the game halts, where things end for you?<</s>> He said. Apparently, for him, it was all to my benefit. I knew the case to be different. But despite conflicting emotions, I knew that this game of ours would play out one side of the other, our flirtations (or lack thereof being a fliration of its own) would come to a heed. Would I be the one in control or would he take the reins of the conversation? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -15>><<link "I need to keep some control. Let's tease the man.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My strategy needed to keep up with his. He was obviously into me, and I'd use that to my advantage. <<s Author>>I don't believe that is where things need to end, sir.<</s>> I said as I stood up from my desk, moving slightly away from him and in the open space of his office. <<s Author>>I do believe though that you hold less power than you think you do.<</s>> I claimed, my hands already moving to start taking care of my clothing. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease1.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Oh and what exactly do you think you're doing here?<</s>> He said. <<s Bekham>>How exactly do you claim to hold power in the face of your professor.<</s>> I tutted, knowing that by the simple fact that he was asking questions, my teacher lacked aspects of the conversation. He did not know what awaited him. <<s Author>>Good sir. I control the pace. I decide what articles to remove.<</s>> I said, my fingers teasing the hem of my dress, my bra barely showing underneath my slightly open shirt. <<s Author>>And I get to decide, at any moment, to call for help. What will people say when they see a student in a vulnerable position, with a dominant, evil man next to her?<</s>> I teasingly asked, raising the skirt I wore to show a bit more skin. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease2.jpg">> <<s Bekham>>Is that so? In the current position you find yourself in, there is no vulnerability.<</s>> He said, trying to keep up with the game being played. <<s Author>>A challenge you're not ready for, sir.<</s>> I said, my fingers already moving to the next button on the shirt, teasingly threatening to undo it without following through. <<s Author>>But you like it that way. You prefer it, don't you?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Despite your teasing demeanor, you are a smart individual, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He didn't have to verbally confirm it. He was trying to hide, yet the rising in his pants, concealed behind the desk but making him adjust his position, told me all I needed to know. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease3.jpg">> I pushed my luck, lowering my shirt over my shoulders, revealing the bra that hid underneath. His eyes glew with appreciation. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I teased. He only nodded. <<s Author>>Come on, use your words, Mr. Professor.<</s>> I continued mocking, pouting as I spoke. <<s Bekham>>Yes. I do.<</s>> He said, his breath heavy. <<s Bekham>>Now be a good girl and show me more.<</s>> He requested, trying to regain power. The man had a natural air of dominance, an innate charisma that I could not deny. And his request was made with conviction. One last attempt to control the encounter. If I gave him what he wanted, we'd be back on equal grounds, an understanding of our teasing relationship still continuing. If I was not to listen to him, I'd be shifting the scales in my advantage... <div id="choices2"><<link "My professor spoke. I need to listen">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I had to lisen to him. I had to follow his orders. And I stripped. His growing smile told me he had regained power over the conversation. And part of me acknowledged that. Before he made his request, I knew we were equal partners in this... Or at least I hoped so. <<pichalf "classes/bekham-classes/me-tease4.jpg">> As I revealed my underwear to him, showing him my curves, curves I was proud of, he spoke in praise. <<s Bekham>>That's such a good girl, <<print $name>>. You'll turn lots of heads in the right spaces.<</s>> He said, thoughtful for a moment. <<s Author>>I'm glad you like what you see, sir.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Bekham>>I might have something of an interest for you in the upcoming spring break trip. Will you be able to make it?<</s>> He asked, intense in his words. <<s Author>>If I can afford it.<</s>> I said, feeling vulnerable in my underwear. What did he have planned for me? <<s Bekham>>A smart lady like you with loads of contacts will find a way to make it. If it's any consolation, you won't have to worry about the upcoming exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exam?<</s>> We were having a normal conversation, me in my underwear, vulnerable, exposed. He had regained power by simply having me succumb, yet I couldn't find it in me to go back on my tracks without his request. <<s Bekham>>Yes, next week.<</s>> He said. <<s Bekham>>You'll be helping supervise it.<</s>> I nodded my head in acknowledgment. <<s Bekham>>You can get dressed. Today's session is going to be a quick one.<</s>> He finally gave me the permission I awaited, and I found myself back in my clothed preparing for the next session, an uneventful one. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I hold the power here.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I smiled at him, knwoing I now held the power in this, seeing him shift in his seat, something making him quite uncomfortable. <<s Author>>I don't think I will.<</s>> I said, smiling down at him. His confidence waivered, before he steeled his resolve and spoke again. <<s Bekham>>You're an interesting one, <<print $name>>. Constantly proving me wrong. A challenge.<</s>> He said, praising me in all the right words. <<s Bekham>>I may yet find use of you. Will you be going on the spring break trip?<</s>> He asked, mentioning the interesting travel that awaited the whole class. <<s Author>>I might.<</s>> I said, not giving a clear answer. <<s Bekham>>You may very well be of use.<</s>> He reiterated. <<s Bekham>>If it helps in any way, you will not need to study for the upcoming exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>An exam?<</s>> I asked, already fixing my clothing. The game was over and it was time for business. <<s Bekham>>Yes. The class is having an exam next week. You'll help me supervise.<</s>> He stated, adjusting his pants himself. <<s Author>>I hope it won't be too hard. On them.<</s>> I said, the double entendre clear for the both of us. Beyond a small cough to conceal his emotions, my professor did not answer. The assistant does have a few tricks up her sleeve... <<s Bekham>>Today's session is going to be a quick one.<</s>> He claimed as he was to prepare for it. And indeed it was. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I need to keep some control" "Too submissive for that (15)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 15>><<link "I trust him to lead me on the right path. Succumb.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... You're right. I don't know...<</s>> I spoke hesitantly. No matter what I thought, how I felt, there was one truth I could not deny for myself. I liked the way it felt when he took control. <<s Bekham>>That's it. The fall of pride and acceptance of truth.<</s>> He said, his tone deep, filtering through me and making me feel weak. Good thing I was seated... <<s Bekham>>Stand.<</s>> Came his command. I followed his request before I even noticed my body was doing so. I stood in front of him. <<s Bekham>>Did you like it?<</s>> He asked. We both knew he was talking about the beautiful spanking I received at his hands. I had to admit the truth. make pride fall away. <<s Author>>I did, sir.<</s>> The "sir" I added. I needed to show deference to his authority. He seemed to like it. <<s Bekham>>That's a good girl.<</s>> The words he spoke thrilled me greatly. <<s Bekham>>And do you want more of it?<</s>> He asked, knowing the answer but wanting me to admit it. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted in a whisper. He was usually cruel. But he did not make me repeat myself. Instead he stood, still looking at me, taking in my curves. I dared not move, my eyes held low, showing him I accepted my lowered position on the totem pole. <<s Bekham>>That's a good attitude to have. Look at me.<</s>> He said. My eyes quickly moved up to meet his. His deep stare made me feel weak once more. I wanted to succumb. <<s Bekham>>Let's give you what you need, you desperate child.<</s>> He said as he moved to the couch and found his seat, patting the space next to him. Like one would for their pet. Like a master would for the person they own. Like he would keep doing for me, his subserient subject. I followed suit. Rather than sitting, which I intended to do, he surprised me with quick movements, immediately holding me above his lap. My skirt rode up, revealing my underwear. <<s Bekham>>That's what naughty girls like you need in order to maintain your right place. Your parents should have taught you better.<</s>> My parents were not there, often. This adult would teach me my place as no one ever did. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/me-spanking2.mp4">> My ass shook, my moans rose, and my heartbeat quickened as my master of a professor disciplined me in the privacy of his office. I tried to keep silent, yet his hand moved with aggression, anger, against my exposed cheeks. <<s Author>>Oh... Ouch...<</s>> I moaned out in pain. Small, stings coursed through me. He stopped for but a moment. <<s Bekham>>Do you want me to stop?<</s>> The answer was clear. I deserved the humiliation. Pride had no place here. <<s Author>>No. Please, discipline me.<</s>> I said to my dominant master, eager to be put in my place. He gave me what I wanted, asked for, needed. He spanked me like a naughty girl gets spanked after being caught cheating. I did not cheat. Like a child gets scolded after making a mistake. I made no mistake. Like a slut gets treated after forgetting to swallow. I would've swallowed. My mind raced with scenarios, stories I could tell myself to remove myself from the situation I found myself in. Yet none of them could hide the truth. I cam here on a friday morning, knowing that my professor would look for a way to humilate me once more, and instead of waiting for class for that to happen, willingly offered myself up to be spanked in his office. This father figure would be an authority that I crave the approval of, and I'd keep giving him what he asked of me. He deserved it. My mind played and raced, and I ended up putting all pride aside. I needed... <<s Author>>More. Please give me more!<</s>> I asked of my assailant, wanting the debasement to continue, intensify. <<s Bekham>>As you wish, assistant slut.<</s>> He said, following through and giving me what I craved, as his hand grasped my panties and pulled on them, rubbing them against my wet folds, bringing me a pleasure that merged with the pain of his spanks. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/me-spanking3.mp4">> I moaned even louder. <<s Bekham>>There will come a time where you can shout for everyone to hear what a slut you are. Today is not that day, shut the fuck up.<</s>> He said as he molested me, and I accepted his actions. It wasn't molestation if it was willing, and I wanted all of the humiliation he wrought upon me. <<s Bekham>>You'll make a great addition to the ranks going into the spring break trip. You are going, right?<</s>> His mention of the trip was humiliating. Did he have plans for me even abroad? <<s Author>>I'll try to.<</s>> I moaned out to him. <<s Bekham>>Good. Good girl.<</s>> His words yet again found their way to my heart, right before a spank interrupted the emotions I was feeling. <<s Bekham>>You won't have to worry about the next exam. So long as you submit, you won't have to worry about my class.<</s>> He stated smuggly. I moaned out in acceptance. His hand came down one last time, a powerful spank that rippled through me, the sound extremely loud. If anyone was outside, they'd hear it. <<s Bekham>>Get dressed. We have a class to prepare.<</s>> He dismissed me, throwing me on the couch. Just like that, my master has finished playing with his toy. I quickly adjusted my clothing, my panties wet from my excitement, as I rushed to help him prepare for the upcoming class. It would be a short one. <<link "Go and finish with the class." "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I trust him to lead me on the right path." "Too dominant for that (15)">><</if>> <<link "It would be better to not engage in that dangerous game.">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I preferred not to put more than I needed to on the line. And I decided not to fall for his many traps. If I was to control him, I'd need to be vigilant at all times. <<s Author>>I think you need this game to continue more than I do. And I find myself unwilling to keep the charade going.<</s>> I stated, clearly showing him my intentions. He held his anger quite well for someone who was just shut down by a student of all things. <<s Bekham>>I think I placed my trust and attention in the wrong person, then.<</s>> He said, closing off on himself. <<s Bekham>>And to think I had beautiful plans for you for the upcoming trip...<</s>> I simply smiled to myself. <<s Author>>Unfortunate. I am your class assistant, not your lapdog.<</s>> I said, challenging him to claim otherwise. He did not. <<s Bekham>>Indeed you are. You'll be helping supervise next week's exam.<</s>> He stated clearly. <<s Author>>Exam?<</s>> I asked, the information news to me. <<s Bekham>>Yes. You'll be watching over the class.<</s>> He looked at the files in front of him. <<s Bekham>>Today's class will be a quick one.<</s>> He was visibly frustrated. Things did not go the way he expected them to. And indeed, the class passed quite quickly all things considered. <<link "Go to class and finish it" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> <<s Bekham>>Did I stutter?<</s>> My professor had just shared his plans for the upcoming session, and it was an interesting request that he had made. <<s Author>>How is that strategy fair?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>If someone is courageous enough to make that request of you, do you not think that it shows something about their character, about what life might ask of them later on?<</s>> He asked. He wanted me to give the answers to anyone who manages to convince me of it as their friend despite being my professor's assistant in class. A strategy that I did not entirely understand, but one he seemed so sure of. <<s Author>>And what if I give the answers to everyone? How would that prove your point?<</s>> I asked him, already challenging his view of things. <<s Bekham>>It would not. I trust you to give the answers only to the students that deserve it. That will be your exam. Look beyond your friendships and serve the true masculine presences in class.<</s>> He said, making his point very clear to me. I was to help advertise his antiquated view on masculinity and society if I wanted to get a good grade. While the choice was ultimately mine on who to help, it did carry with it the weight of a grade and of personal conviction. Then there was still the topic of our meeting here... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Ask for a spanking">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I move to make my request from my professor, remembering the beautiful moment we shared the last time, he speaks first, standing up. <<s Bekham>>Come on. Let's go to class.<</s>> My professor speaks, ignoring me and the feelings I had started harboring. I was about to ask my professor to spank me, simply because I liked it... And that was something I never imagined myself doing... This relationship of sorts was evolving in a very intriguing manner, and I wasn't entirely sure what awaited me on the other side, to be giving myself so freely for a disciplining... <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do nothing">><<replace "#choices">>Neither one nor the other mattered much to me. This would remain to be a professional relationship, and I'd make sure that it doesn't devolve any one way. Moments later, my professor stood, preparing himself to leave. <<s Bekham>>Time for the exam.<</s>> <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Tease my professor">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The game we were playing last time needs to be continued. My professor needed me to challenge him, especially in the way I already had been leading up to now. I hooked my finger in the front of my shirt, starting to slowly lower it. He didn't care one bit, immediately standing and preparing to leave. <<s Bekham>>Time for the exam. Let's go.<</s>> He said, heading for the door. This tango of seduction would have to wait, it seems, but I knew that I'd soon have this self-proclaimed powerful man hooked around my finger. I'd put him in his place, and he'd love to serve... <<link "Go to Class" "Bekham Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> <<s Bekham>>Before the advent of Europeans, Native Americans, embraced gender fluidity. There were no gender binaries. There were men and women, and then there were feminine men and manly women, and transgendered individuals. In native North American societies, these individuals were considered to be 'normal'. In fact, those who adopted fluid gender roles were called Two Spirit female and Two Spirit male; and were considered supremely gifted, having the knowledge and ability to understand two opposing sides. There were no defined rules, no distinct binaries. In these societies, men and women frequently assumed opposite gender identities, occasionally cross-dressing, but almost always adopting the universal occupational roles assigned to each sex.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/gender-inclusive-tribe.jpg">> As <<light Bekham>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in this new revelation about history and gender, something unusual for the professor to be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that this part of the presentation was there because I argued for it, convincing him to add it. But there was still something hidden behind there, something that he seemed to want to use against me. <<s Bekham>>Yet these views on gender, held by tribes that never progressed in the new age, are outdated. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of these places, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed.<</s>> He explained. <<s Bekham>>And the example is right here with us, our dearest <<print $name>> being teacher's assistant, will help us demonstrate it.<</s>> He ushered me up to stand in front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let's see. How about you choose someone from the class to stand in front of you in the comparison we're about to make?<</s>> He asked me, looking to see who I'd choose to help him prove whatever point he intended to make. In front of me, there were few of my friends that I trusted to stand in front of me. I knew whoever I'd chose, he'll want to prove that they were a man who naturally would have more control than me in this world. There was going to be a battle of wills, and he intended to prove a point through it. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Choosing my friend <<light Leo>> out of everyone that were seated there, I knew that his softer demeanor would be beneficial to the point that I would be trying to make in my own counter-argument with <<light Bekham>>. The professor scoffed at my approach as <<light Leo>> stood in front of the class alongside me. <<s Bekham>>The sexes. Male and Female.<</s>> He announced, <<s Bekham>>And these two will prove it to you. The temptation to follow their inner urges, to cede and give the other what they want.<</s>> He placed a bottle of water on the desk, a little ways away. <<s Bekham>>Who will convince the other to bring the water bottle to them?<</s>> What kind of test was that, what did it prove? Was subservience naturally feminine? Was control naturally masculine? How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 15>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Leo>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Leo>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Leo understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Leo>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Leo>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Leo>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Leo>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Leo>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -20>><<link "Leo is naturally submissive. He'll crack">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">>I smiled at my friend, both of us immediately knowing what the outcome of this encounter would be. But it was going to be a game for the both of us to play. <<s Author>>Hey Leo what is gender exactly?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely not submission or dominance.<</s>> <<s Author>>So it doesn't matter how strong willed one is or isn't.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It does not.<</s>> We were in agreement. <<s Author>>I don't think it's fair to lose time for the whole class to follow this logic. Care to prove that despite your physical attributes you do not really care about gender roles?<</s>> I asked him. He simply smiled and went to grab the bottle for me. <<s Leo>>My gender is not defined by my genitals or what I was born as, and neither is it defined by how well I can manipulate my friend and the toxic behavior I could exhibit. But if that's the criteria you're looking for, sir, then I'm more of a female than <<print $name>> is here.<</s>> My friend said as he handed over the bottle. <<light Bekham>> watched on as did the class in stunned attention. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>><<link "Leo is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>The professor had given just the right challenge to put me in my place. Despite wanting to influence the lecture in my way, I knew that I couldn't stand up to my dominantly masculine friend. And I knew I wanted to prop him up in front of our friends. <<s Author>>That's a smart approach, professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Naturally, I cannot stand up to Leo.<</s>> My friend smiled. Sure, we have been working on improving his character these past few weeks, but this moment here would be a statement for everyone to see the character he'd become. <<s Leo>>Be a good girl and hand me over that bottle.<</s>> My friend said with a strong attitude, one I could only accept. I went to grab him the bottle, as Mr. <<light Bekham>> watched on with a big smile. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Leo doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Eric>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Eric>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Eric understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Eric>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Eric>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Eric>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Eric>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Eric>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Eric is naturally submissive to me. He'll crack">><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<light Eric>> would do anything to please me, and we both knew that. <<s Author>>Hey Eric we both know you are confident in your masculinity.<</s>> I said, already threading my string with which I was to manipulate him. He nodded in agreement. <<s Author>>And we both know you very much do not care about proving a point like the one the professor is trying to make.<</s>> I added. <<s Eric>>Of course.<</s>> He said, following my lead. <<s Author>>Except, of course, showing what it means to be a gentleman.<</s>> I said, smiling. He was blindsided by this, but still nodded his head. <<s Author>>So how about we show these men here what it means to be a gentleman and not keep a lady waiting?<</s>> I asked him, knowing full well that to him it would be explained what he was about to do. To them, they'd be seeing a man lower himself to serve a woman her drink, without being compelled to. They'd see how weak-willed he is and how eager to please I've made him to be. I'd influence his image and he'd aid me in that. And that's what he did, going to grab the water bottle to serve it to me. What a gentleman, letting a woman step all over him to get what she wants! While Mr. <<light Bekham>> fumed at the fact that I proved him wrong, I found myself smiling at the way I was able to completely turn the lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $cuck lte 10>><<link "Eric is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>I knew that I couldn't really inlfuence my friend as much as I hoped to. And he knew it too. <<s Eric>>We both know what gender roles our professor expects us to fulfill.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. He understood the playing field, and made it clear with that statement. I still had to try to even the odds. <<s Author>>How about you be a gentleman though?<</s>> A desperate attempt, but one I had to take. <<s Eric>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! I've had a long day at work while you stood here at home doing nothing. Just bring me my water bottle.<</s>> The man said, mimicking a married couple. The class laughed at this comparison, looking at what I was to do. <<s Author>>But husband!<</s>> I faked indignation, playing into his game. <<s Eric>> <<print $name>> be a good girl and give me that water bottle.<</s>> His tone suddenly shifted, making it clear what he expected of me. It was stunning to see this shift in portrayal and character, especially in <<light Eric>>. I looked at him, and his eyes bore right through me. Making it clear I didn't have a choice. Something in me liked serving him his bottle as he had requested. I could see myself waiting on him. I saw myself move to give him his bottle. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<s Eric>>Thank you, wife.<</s>> He said, his words immediately flashing a possible future in front of my eyes. I could see him controlling the relationship. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 25>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Jerome>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Jerome>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. <<light Jerome>> might be a strong-willed individual, but we both knew deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges, no matter the facade he put up in front of everyone. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. His eyes fluttered, weakened by my emboldened stare. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Jerome understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend, winking at him. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I completely turned the whole lecture to my advantage, from start to finish. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Jerome>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Jerome>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. I understood how <<light Jasmin>> would fall for his tricks, I was doing so myself now. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Jerome>>Come on, go for it white girl. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<dark "Jerome is a character I have no special influence on." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> As <<light Bekham>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in his knowledge about history and gender, something unusual for the professor to be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that I had aided in rewriting his presentation to omit certain facts I found, to aid in the propaganda that would come of this class. <<s Bekham>>Gender has always shifted, certain ideologies becoming outdated, and other, more accurate ones of what it means to be male or female, lasting longer. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of other cultures, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed, helping revolutionize outdated views.<</s>> He explained. <<s Bekham>>And the example is right here with us, our dearest <<print $name>> being teacher's assistant, will help us demonstrate it.<</s>> He ushered me up to stand in front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let's see. How about you choose someone from the class to stand in front of you in the comparison we're about to make?<</s>> He asked me, looking to see who I'd choose to help him prove whatever point he intended to make. In front of me, there were few of my friends that I trusted to stand in front of me. I knew whoever I'd chose, he'll want to prove that they were a man who naturally would have more control than me in this world. There was going to be a battle of wills, and he intended to prove a point through it. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Choosing my friend <<light Leo>> out of everyone that were seated there, I knew that his softer demeanor would be beneficial to the point that I would be trying to make in my own counter-argument with <<light Bekham>>. The professor scoffed at my approach as <<light Leo>> stood in front of the class alongside me. <<s Bekham>>The sexes. Male and Female.<</s>> He announced, <<s Bekham>>And these two will prove it to you. The temptation to follow their inner urges, to cede and give the other what they want.<</s>> He placed a bottle of water on the desk, a little ways away. <<s Bekham>>Who will convince the other to bring the water bottle to them?<</s>> What kind of test was that, what did it prove? Was subservience naturally feminine? Was control naturally masculine? How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 15>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Leo>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Leo>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Leo understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspect of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Leo, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Leo>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Leo>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Leo>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Leo>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Leo>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -20>><<link "Leo is naturally submissive. He'll crack">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">>I smiled at my friend, both of us immediately knowing what the outcome of this encounter would be. But it was going to be a game for the both of us to play. <<s Author>>Hey Leo what is gender exactly?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely not submission or dominance.<</s>> <<s Author>>So it doesn't matter how strong willed one is or isn't.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It does not.<</s>> We were in agreement. <<s Author>>I don't think it's fair to lose time for the whole class to follow this logic. Care to prove that despite your physical attributes you do not really care about gender roles?<</s>> I asked him. He simply smiled and went to grab the bottle for me. <<s Leo>>My gender is not defined by my genitals or what I was born as, and neither is it defined by how well I can manipulate my friend and the toxic behavior I could exhibit. But if that's the criteria you're looking for, sir, then I'm more of a female than <<print $name>> is here.<</s>> My friend said as he handed over the bottle. <<light Bekham>> watched on as did the class in stunned attention. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>><<link "Leo is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>The professor had given just the right challenge to put me in my place. Despite wanting to influence the lecture in my way, I knew that I couldn't stand up to my dominantly masculine friend. And I knew I wanted to prop him up in front of our friends. <<s Author>>That's a smart approach, professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Naturally, I cannot stand up to Leo.<</s>> My friend smiled. Sure, we have been working on improving his character these past few weeks, but this moment here would be a statement for everyone to see the character he'd become. <<s Leo>>Be a good girl and hand me over that bottle.<</s>> My friend said with a strong attitude, one I could only accept. I went to grab him the bottle, as Mr. <<light Bekham>> watched on with a big smile. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Leo doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Eric>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Eric>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. We both know deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Eric understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Eric, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Eric>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Eric>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Eric>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Eric>>Come on, go for it. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Eric>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Eric is naturally submissive to me. He'll crack">><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">><<light Eric>> would do anything to please me, and we both knew that. <<s Author>>Hey Eric we both know you are confident in your masculinity.<</s>> I said, already threading my string with which I was to manipulate him. He nodded in agreement. <<s Author>>And we both know you very much do not care about proving a point like the one the professor is trying to make.<</s>> I added. <<s Eric>>Of course.<</s>> He said, following my lead. <<s Author>>Except, of course, showing what it means to be a gentleman.<</s>> I said, smiling. He was blindsided by this, but still nodded his head. <<s Author>>So how about we show these men here what it means to be a gentleman and not keep a lady waiting?<</s>> I asked him, knowing full well that to him it would be explained what he was about to do. To them, they'd be seeing a man lower himself to serve a woman her drink, without being compelled to. They'd see how weak-willed he is and how eager to please I've made him to be. I'd influence his image and he'd aid me in that. And that's what he did, going to grab the water bottle to serve it to me. What a gentleman, letting a woman step all over him to get what she wants! While Mr. <<light Bekham>> fumed at the fact that I proved him wrong, I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspects of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $cuck lte 10>><<link "Eric is naturally dominant. I can't stand up to him">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">>I knew that I couldn't really inlfuence my friend as much as I hoped to. And he knew it too. <<s Eric>>We both know what gender roles our professor expects us to fulfill.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. He understood the playing field, and made it clear with that statement. I still had to try to even the odds. <<s Author>>How about you be a gentleman though?<</s>> A desperate attempt, but one I had to take. <<s Eric>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! I've had a long day at work while you stood here at home doing nothing. Just bring me my water bottle.<</s>> The man said, mimicking a married couple. The class laughed at this comparison, looking at what I was to do. <<s Author>>But husband!<</s>> I faked indignation, playing into his game. <<s Eric>> <<print $name>> be a good girl and give me that water bottle.<</s>> His tone suddenly shifted, making it clear what he expected of me. It was stunning to see this shift in portrayal and character, especially in <<light Eric>>. I looked at him, and his eyes bore right through me. Making it clear I didn't have a choice. Something in me liked serving him his bottle as he had requested. I could see myself waiting on him. I saw myself move to give him his bottle. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<s Eric>>Thank you, wife.<</s>> He said, his words immediately flashing a possible future in front of my eyes. I could see him controlling the relationship. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric doesn't lean too far on one side." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> How to approach this test of sorts? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 25>><<link "Use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-success.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you simply do what you want to and hand me that water, will you?<</s>> My friend looked at me, having heard the issued challenge and knowing what was at stake. <<s Jerome>>I don't think I should.<</s>> I did not answer him, simply looking at him in the eyes and making my position very clear. <<s Jerome>>I think you should be the one to get the bottle to me.<</s>> He said. I remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. <<light Jerome>> might be a strong-willed individual, but we both knew deep down he'd crack, he'd give in and follow his inner urges, no matter the facade he put up in front of everyone. All I needed to do was wait for him to understand it too. And so I simply stared him down, my eyes boring into his. His eyes fluttered, weakened by my emboldened stare. And very soon, he cracked, right in front of the whole class. Especially in front of Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<s Author>>Gender is a social construct, and Jerome understands it.<</s>> I said, receiving the bottle from my friend, winking at him. A frustrated professor eventually dismissed the class as he reeled with the meaning behind my success. I smiled at the way I was still able to prove part of a point about gender, despite the erasure of aspect of history. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to use my feminine wiles to lure him into serving me the water.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class1-failure.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey Jerome, how about you hand me that bottle over there?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to put on my best smile. <<s Jerome>>How about no?<</s>> He was quick to answer back, putting up a challenge of his own. I was stunned by his strength of character. Whether it was because of the other students watching us or the promise of a higher grade by proving Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s point, my friend would not succumb easily. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you know what is expected of you. You know what you want to do.<</s>> <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> I hold a lot of respect for you, but it's obvious YOU don't know what is expected of us. You might think you have what it takes with your feminine energy to bend me to your will, but deep down, you know you want to be the one serving others. Lowering yourself to hand me over that bottle. Showing all the men here that you accept your place. Not as lesser or equal, because there is neither. As someone who finds joy in acceptance. Do it. For both of us.<</s>> I knew <<light Jerome>> was eloquent, but part of me thought it to be a miscalculation to have him stand in front of me like that. I understood how <<light Jasmin>> would fall for his tricks, I was doing so myself now. My approach was wrong, and it was obvious here. I faltered just a bit, and my friend capitulated on that. <<s Jerome>>Come on, go for it white girl. Embrace your place.<</s>> He said teasingly, his words like honey coaxing me into submission. I looked at him in the eyes, I could feel mine soften. <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl. Go for it. Get me my bottle.<</s>> He said. The air was charged with an untold energy. The person in front of me held all the power, and we both could see it. I couldn't handle the pressure. I went for it, my body moving of its own accord and following its natural urges. I gave him his bottle like a dutiful servant. <<s Bekham>>Despite what the past tells us, this is the reality and our future. We understand our places in the gender hierarchy, and should never forget it.<</s>> My professor summised as he wrapped up the class. He was right in his statements. I had succumbed to my chosen foe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<dark "Jerome is a character I have no special influence on." "I'll need to take a more active approach.">></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Law and Behavior</h3></center> <<light Bekham>> carried the argument we had earlier in private to the whole of the class, and as he elaborated on his ideologies (sometimes guided by our conversation and sometimes not), I found in him a charisma to take ideologies and make them his own. It was truly inspiring to see that man speak, and I couldn't help myself think of him as a figure of authority. It was smart of me to be his teacher's assistant. <<s Bekham>>Let's give an example of a law, for the class, that we'll vote on. If the law passes, it goes into effect.<</s>> He explained. That was a curved ball, but the man seemed to know what he was doing. A sinister look given my way told me he indeed had a plan for me in this class. As teacher's assistant, I'd be subject to whatever cruel idea he'd come up with. <<s Bekham>>I propose the law that every time <<print $name>> speaks in class she will receive a spank.<</s>> He claimed. The gasps that came out, few in number, matched mine but not in intensity. What was he playing at? <<s Author>>That's not-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Let's put it to a vote!<</s>> He claimed louder, to stop me from arguing. <<s Bekham>>All in favor?<</s>> Hand shot up much faster than any other time in the history of the class. He had the numbers, for sure! <<s Bekham>>Very well then. Law is in effect.<</s>> <<s Author>>But...<</s>> I tried protesting, receiving a loud smack on my backside as soon as the word came out. I looked at the student seated behind me. <<s Robert>>That's the law.<</s>> Mr. <<light Bekham>>was quick to his feet to approach the young man. <<s Bekham>>Who placed you as enforcer of the law, young man?<</s>> He almost shouted in his face, stunning me. <<s Bekham>>The law never stated that anyone gets to spank MY teacher's assistant. You better keep your hands to yourself lest you want it cut off.<</s>> He claimed out loud. The possessiveness he showed was stunning, staggering. Completely unexpected. And, despite myself, appreciated. He turned to me, and in a whisper, asked me. <<s Bekham>>Are you okay?<</s>> He looked like he cared, and I knew he did. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I whispered back. He remained thoughtful for a moment, before moving away. I had spoken again, but I wouldn't tell if he didn't. <<s Bekham>>Law is there to organize animals like your friend into more controlled beasts. It organizes our society into a decent, human one.<</s>> He explained, moving back to the lesson. I tried remaining calm... But this wouldn't be a story worth telling if I didn't make a mistake somewhere. 5 minutes away from the bell to be rung, I reminded my professor of the time, as is my duty as teacher's assistant. <<s Author>>5 minutes left, sir.<</s>> As soon as I spoke, I heard gasps and saw eyes wide opened. They thought the class would pass without the law being addressed. <<light Bekham>> smiled, and ushered me over. I dutifully obliged. <<s Bekham>>The law has spoken.<</s>> He said while taking his seat behind the desk. <<s Bekham>>Bend over here.<</s>> He pointed at his lap. <<s Author>>But sir please!<</s>> I said, another gasp and a few laughs sounding off. <<s Bekham>>The more you protest the worse it gets.<</s>> He said, a threat almost. I'd take this with dignity, no matter what. <<s Bekham>>Bend over, I'll be gentle.<</s>> He said calmly. I reluctantly listened to my professor. I was his assistant and he had me over his lap. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/class-spanking.mp4">> *SPANK* came down his hand as it shot across my right cheek, immediately stealing a whimper from me. *SPANK* came the second hit, this one forcing a word out of my mouth. <<s Author>>OUCH!<</s>> I shouted. <<s Bekham>>Back to 6 then.<</s>> The man said, cruel and unyielding. *SPANK* a third slap rippled across my backside, this one stronger than the other two. It started stinging. <<s Bekham>>Tell you what. If you say a 10 word sentence right now the upcoming slaps, including the new 10, will be much softer. But you'll be willingly adding to those numbers.<</s>> He said, a deal that was as cruel as the law was. <<s Bekham>>What do you think? Willingly allwoing more slaps for them all to be more bearable?<</s>> This choice had nothing to do with the lesson. This was personal pleasure. <div id='choices'><<link "Please sir, take it easy on me. Have mercy please!">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While I tried to study the words that would come out from me, I still needed to reach the required number. I spoke out pathetically. <<s Author>>Please sir, take it easy on me. Have mercy please!<</s>> I humiliated myself willingly in front of a classfull of people, their eyes boring into me, their laughs raising around me. Some were compassionate, most were not. <<s Bekham>>Good girl.<</s>> He said, giving me little praise before moving on to spank my ass in front of my peers. A professor disciplining his assistant, simply because she spoke. What a sight that was for the students that were there. My body was hidden from my peers, but his slaps echoed through the room. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/eva-spanking.mp4">> 11. 12. 13. Slap after slap after slap rang on my behind, humiliating sounds that gathered laughs and sound of empathetic pain. My professor stopped, his hand resting on my ass, unbeknownst to my friends. <<s Bekham>>That's the law being applied, my dear gents. A law that you chose.<</s>> He must've felt the heat of my cheeks. But moreso, he must have felt the heat between my legs. In a whisper, he got close to me to speak. <<s Bekham>>Are you turned on by this? I told you I'd bring out your true colors. Give you what you need.<</s>> He said, his words sending beautiful shivers down my spine. Beyond the humiliation, beyond the eyes staring at me be defiled in front of them like that, my mind was entirely with my professor, a man that had me under his control. Something about this was heavily erotic, and I entirely leaned into it. <<s Author>>Mmmm<</s>> I moaned, threading the dangerous line between word and silence, between being exposed as a wanton slut and keeping my cool. 14. 15. 16! The spanks were over with. My professor still had me across his lap, I was still wet underneath my clothes. <<s Bekham>>Now then. Tell me, <<print $name>>... Does the law, agreed on by the majority in the class, feel ethical or moral to you?<</s>> He asked, finally proving the point he was trying to make since the beginning. If I agree with his point of view, I'd be helping him with his lecture. He'd be happy with me. I want to please him. If I don't, then all of this will be for nothing. I'd be standing up to him, even if I was bent over his lap like a slut that misbehaved. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Shake my head no. He has a point.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I would succumb to my dominant professor, help him in his claims. I found myself shaking my head no in front of a whole class, despite my body asking desperately for more of this "punishment". The professor smiled, as he helped me up to my feet. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand still behind the desk rubbing at my leg. I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And despite myself, I had to play the part, whether I liked it or not. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Tell him it is not moral at all. I do not like it one bit. I'll keep talking in protest.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I decided to speak. At once proving his point and hoping for more of these naughty spanks. I'd get my pleasure out of my debasement, one way or another. <<s Author>>It is not moral at all.<</s>> A spank went down on my cheeks, as he continued applying the law. I whimpered in answer, inhibitions slowly melting in the face of his powerful hand and playful manner. <<s Author>>I do not like this law.<</s>> I said, in complete contrast of what I felt inside as every word was accompanied with a slap of its own. <<light Bekham>> was finding great pleasure in putting me in my place. As did I. <<s Author>>So in protest of this law. aahhh<</s>> I moaned out, the appearances slowly fading away as he controlled me how he wanted, as he brought out moan after moan from me. <<s Author>>I'll keep talking, and talking- and - AhH Ohh talking....<</s>> I spoke and got spanked, my arousal rising, my moans growing in intensity, my figure and reputation breaking in front of a classfull of students. And I loved it. <<s Author>>Until I cum- Until the class- Oh my god- Cums- Ouch! To my aid!<</s>> I was shouting, putting my ass out, asking to be spanked time and time again, askign to be put in my place as my words merged with moans. <<s Bekham>>Good girl. Stay here.<</s>> He said, his hand laying on my ass, massaging my globes as he addressed the class, hidden from sight behind the desk. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand playing with my heated cheeks, teasing me as he played with my globes, the heat in between calling for his fingers but never finding them. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>> here played her part to perfection in showing you that. You ought to learn from her.<</s>> He said, words I barely cared for. I needed his fingers in me! I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And I loved every second of it. I'd be his toy any time of day, he kept me safe. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Nod my head yes. I would stand up to him, even if in a convoluted way.">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of success. Finding a perverted way to stand up to him, I nodded my head yes. <<s Bekham>>Really?<</s>> He asked, blindsided by my reaction. I kept nodding my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of success. He was skeeved by it, but it didn't matter. I was his assistant, and not a toy to be used to drive stupid point home that meant nothing. I'd not give him the satisfaction of my compliance. With anger, he dismissed the class and me alongside them. Next friday would be an interesting day for sure. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I do believe it is right. I keep talking, so I need some law to control my actions.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I foudn this game that is being played entertaining, something where I could stand up to the aggressive man who looked to control me. His spanks were still manageable. <<s Author>>I find that is it law, and whether I like it or not-<</s>> The spanks followed in quick succession, <<light Bekham>> trying to shut me up with his perverted play. But I'd keep talking to make my point, even if the spanks were slowly turning me on further and further. <<s Author>>It is ethical and only--- Ah! Moral...<</s>> I couldn't control the moan that made it out of my lips. I could feel <<light Bekham>> hesitate at that. He was losing the battle the more he fought, and I was winning an orgasm the more I did. <<s Author>>-To accept the hand of the law, even as it spanks- Oh God! Mmmm... Your ass.<</s>> I finished, dangerously close to a climax but not yet there. Stunned by my reaction, <<light Bekham>> and the class remained silent. He might not have noticed, but his hand was resting on my ass in a controlling manner. He still held my naked ass, and I still held him hostage to my assistance. <<s Author>>Does that answer your question, sir?<</s>> I asked him teasingly, moving my ass against his hand, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him. A hand which mindlessly played with my heated globes. I urged it to drift in between, to the heat that called for his fingers... He removed his hand. <<s Bekham>>Class dismissed.<</s>> He said in half a whisper. The men struggled to get to their feet as I saw a few of them sporting erections. What a naughty showing. I'd controlled all of these men's erections. Delectable. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Remain silent">><<add "subdom" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I spoke no word, not willing to give him the satisfaction of breaking me. And he took it as a challenge to do just that. *SMACK!* His hand came down with a vengeance, looking to break me apart and push me to craziness. I bit my tongue and remained silent. Not even giving him a simple himper. I'd stand up to my harrasser. *SLAP!* Another blow found itself on the adjacent cheek, my tormentor trying his best to make me break, trying to catch me off-guard, and failing. I would survive this immoral assault. //Immoral...// *SMACK!* Another one of these hits made me jolt against him. I could feel something poking me in the belly. His cock. Not hard, but sizeable. It distracted me as the last slap came out of nowhere. *SMACK!* My professor was angry and me, and it showed. Yet his cock stirred with his anger. I was having an effect on the hormonal man, whether he liked it or not. <<s Bekham>>You slut.<</s>> Came his whisper under his breath, only audible to me. The man was under stress, it seemed. <<s Bekham>>Now then. Tell me, <<print $name>>... Does the law, agreed on by the majority in the class, feel ethical or moral to you?<</s>> He asked, finally attempting to prove the point he was trying to make since the beginning. If I agreed with his point of view, I'd be helping him with his lecture. He'd be happy with me. And part of me wanted to please him. If I don't, then all of this will be for nothing. I'd be standing up to him, even if I was bent over his lap like a slut that misbehaved. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Shake my head no. He has a point.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Whether because of fear of retaliation or the pain in my ass, I found I would succumb to my dominant professor, help him in his claims. I found myself shaking my head no in front of a whole class, despite my body still hoping for more of this "punishment", hoping to still be put in my rightful place. The professor smiled, as he helped me up to my feet. <<s Bekham>>Laws created by the majority sometimes push back upstanding citizens when they are created against them. They are neither moral nor ethical, and as such law is not always representative of either.<</s>> He said, his hand still behind the desk rubbing at my leg. I was his assistant in name maybe, but right now I only felt like a toy to be used to drive a point. And despite myself, I had to play the part and succumb to his power, whether I liked it or not. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Nod my head yes. I would stand up to him, even if in a convoluted way.">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of success. Finding a perverted way to stand up to him, I nodded my head yes. <<s Bekham>>Really?<</s>> He asked, blindsided by my reaction. I kept nodding my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of success. He was skeeved by it, but it didn't matter. I was his assistant, and not a toy to be used to drive stupid point home that meant nothing. I'd not give him the satisfaction of my compliance. With anger, he dismissed the class and me alongside them. Next friday would be an interesting day for sure. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Philosophy Exam</h3></center> Here we were, the exam underway as my professor watched on alongside me, my fellow students trying their best to answer the hard questions that were placed in front of them. I indeed had free roam, in a test of my own. As <<light Bekham>> watched me closely, I knew that aiding my friends would be easy, but the repercussions much harder than it seems. Whatever choice I make will impact my overall grade greatly. Near the front of the class, <<light Eric>> sat on his chair, trying his best to complete the exam he had in front of him. From my interactions with him in the past, <<if $cuck gte 10>>I knew that <<light Bekham>> would regard him as a beta. The furtive looks that he gave me told me that he was hoping for my help, but didn't dare demand it. Would I aid him?<<else>>I knew that <<light Bekham>> would consider him to be an alpha, in control of his emotions and a character to appreciate. Despite that, he still struggled like the rest of the students with his exam, and the quick glances he threw my way told me that any help I could offer would be appreciated.<</if>> <<if $leoavoid is false>>Nearby, <<light Leo>> was also seated in front of another exam sheet. <<if $alphabeta lte 30>>Under <<light Bekham>>'s eyes, there is no way that my friend would be considered to be an alpha in any way, no matter how much I have tried changing that. Helping <<light Leo>> would hurt my grade.<<else>>Thanks to my help in the past few months, I could easily say now that he is considered a true man, an alpha among his peers. A man of my own making, that wouldn't hurt me to help should I decide so.<</if>><</if>> Near the back of the class, <<light Jerome>>, an obvious alpha in the eyes of almost everyone at school, smirked my way. As I made my way in his vicinity, his words were quick to ring out to my ear. <<s Jerome>>You'll be a good girl and help me with the exam, right?<</s>> His demand was clear, and it was even clearer that <<light Bekham>> liked the guy. Then again, one last beautifully perverted stray thought appeared in my head. What if I completely turned his challenge on his head and helped everyone there? Alpha and beta, I obviously did not care which one was which. The world is not black and white, and everyone deserves to pass such an annoying person's class. Let's put him in his rightful place, shall we? <<dark "*" "If I help any of my friends first, I won't have time to help everyone in class.">> <div id='mainchoice'><<linkreplace "Approach Leo">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Bekham Class 4 Leo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>I've already talked to <<light Leo>>.<<replace "#everyonehelped">><<dark "Help everyone" "I've already helped one of my friends. I cannot help everyone.">> <<link "Time to Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Approach Eric">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Bekham Class 4 Eric").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>I've already talked to <<light Eric>>.<<replace "#everyonehelped">><<dark "Help everyone" "I've already helped one of my friends. I cannot help everyone.">> <<link "Time to Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Approach Jerome">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Bekham Class 4 Jerome").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>I've already talked to <<light Jerome>>.<<replace "#everyonehelped">><<dark "Help everyone" "I've already approached one of my friends. I cannot help everyone.">> <<link "Time to Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</linkreplace>> <div id='everyonehelped'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Help everyone">><<less "Bekham" 3>><<less "grade" 5>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#mainchoice">>Chaos was my domain, and I'd make the professor regret the powers he had granted me. In a deliberate, studied approach, I started slowly passing through the whole class and disseminating all the information they need in order to make their educated guesses on the exam. Ok no, I gave them all the answers. And they all passed it with flying colors, grateful for my help. My professor's frustration turned to anger as he saw all of that devolve in front of him, vexxed by my actions. And the small whisper he gave me as the students filed out of class shook me to my core. <<s Bekham>>You're failing this exam as you've failed me. You are but a worm.<</s>> I had no doubt he'd make true on his promise, and our battle of wills had just begun... <<link "Time to leave." "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Mr. Bekham will definitely hate me doing that.">> <<link "Do not help anyone. No one deserves the favoritism.">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#mainchoice">>The power given to me would not be wielded one way or the other. I eventually decide not to help anyone, and to leave them all to their own devises. <<light Bekham>> raises an eyebrow towards the end as he notices that I've never helped any of my friends. There is a flicker of respect in his eyes as he makes that realization... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> I whispered to my friend, seated nearby, as he struggled with his exam. <<s Author>>Need help?<</s>> Seated next to him, <<light Samuel>> budged in on the conversation. <<s Samuel>>I wouldn't mind that much!<</s>> He quipped in a whisper. I knew my friends, I knew how people viewed them. <<light Samuel>> was obviously considered to be a more courageous human being, but <<light Eric>> remained to be a close friend... The choice was mine on who to help. <div id='choices'><<link "Help Eric alone">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<if $cuck gte 10>><<less "grade" 1>><<else>><<add "grade" 1>><</if>><<replace '#choices'>><<light Eric>> has always been closer to me. And I'd always help my friend in his times of need. I took a look at the page he was currently on, and in quick succession, whispered the answers to him. This went fast, and <<light Samuel>> struggled to keep up with the aid I was providing. In the end, it seemed like the better man, the one who cosied up to the girl correctly, was <<light Eric>>...<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Help Samuel alone">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking beyond my white friend to his black deskmate, I decide to make yet a new example to his fate, as I hand over a piece of cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Samuel.<</s>> I order him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal of sorts, are wide with shock, as beyond himself he passes that piece of paper to his friend. Harsh, but he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later... The smile that <<light Samuel>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how twisted of a decision I made about my friend. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Help both of them">><<if $cuck gte 10>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<else>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't see the reason why I'd choose one over the other. No matter what the situation is, helping them both would balance the scales, right? As I whispered the answers to <<light Eric>> slowly, I saw as they both transcribed my words onto the piece of paper in front of them. I helped two of my friends for the price of one, and that was something good... Right?<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't help neither of them">><<less "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Seeing the precarious position I have placed myself in looking in their direction, and noticing that helping them might raise unwanted attention to my activity, I elected not to help any of my friends, rather deciding to go back to what I was doing. They might be mad for now, but I knew they were wise enough not to feel bad about this... Right? <</replace>><</link>></div> <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>> The social butterfly flickered in front of the exam, trying to do their best at it. Seeing me approach, <<light Leo>> looked up at me hopefully. They didn't need to say the words, <<s Leo>>Would you help?<</s>> I could read them on the calm face they carried. <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta gte 30>><<link "Give him the answers he seeks">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace '#choices'>>I would not let down my friend in his time of need. And the fact that he was growing more masculine, courageous, strong, meant that <<light Bekham>> would not blink twice seeing me help him with what he had. I passed him the answers, whisper after another, as he scribbled these down on his sheet, confident the whole time of what I was doing. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Give them the answers they seek">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend was not what <<light Bekham>> would define as masculine or alpha. And it did not matter. He was still my friend and he still deserved to have a chance at his future. And so, with no hesitation, despite <<light Bekham>> looking at me and making a mental note to lower my grade, I whispered the answers he seeked to him, aiding my friend in his exam, happy to have been of help.<</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "They have what it takes. Remind them of that.">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I would not threaten my grade for his, and yet despite it all could not see myself entirely shutting him down. <<s Author>>Come on, Leo. You've got this.<</s>> I told him confidently, smiling at my friend and offering him the courage he needed. Despite the lack of aid, my friend still smiled softly at my words of encouragement. <</replace>><</link>></div> <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">>

<<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>You know, when I studied that part, our mutual blonde friend was sucking me off...<</s>> The charismatic, annoying person that sat in the back of the class told me teasingly. <<s Author>>I have the answers in the front. I could simply get them.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And pass out on the opportunity to turly help me and yourself?<</s>> Did he really think he was doing me a service here and there, like that? <<if $subdom lte -30>>I mean... I wouldn't mind sucking him off... But in front of the whole class?<<else>>And he expected for that to happen in front of the whole class?<</if>> Technically, it would be at the back of it, but it was still quite the big ask. <<s Jerome>>Come on. It's a psychological concept, is it not? Trying to remember something by the way we felt back then?<</s>> His hand drifted down to the cock in his pants, large and looming in its confines. Teasing me with his impressive size, he expected me to simply succumb to his erotic playfulness. I would probably not get caught... And he was an alpha so helping him would please my professor... But what would that make of me? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "The alpha demanded, I follow his request.">><<add "Jerome" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He, the brutish, attractive man that he is, had made his request. And I, the submissive, eager to please girl that I was, followed his command. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner2.jpg">> It wasn't long till I ignored the fact that I was in a class full of students, in the back but still surrounded by them, underneath a desk, with my hands hooked around an attractive black guy's shorts, pulling them down to reveal the python underneath. Trying my best to ignore the fat that should Mr. <<light Bekham>> move a little bit, I'd find myself in a compromising position where the professor would see his assistant sucking off one of the students, simply because that man demanded it and she was weak like that. Weak in the knees as soon as he made the suggestion, and now on her knees licking the head of the growing cock. An impressive cock that stood hard and tall, demanding lips and spit and slobbering submission. One I was eager to offer. The man was an impressive person, and despite the repercussions to whatever relationship I was harboring so far, I'd made my decision to suck him off in public, simply because he had demanded it. I was a whore for black cock, and I'd prove it now, not only in front of him, but in front of my teacher as well. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner3.jpg">> Mr. <<light Bekham>> might not like the fact that I was sucking someone else, he obviously believes he has some claim over my freedom, but I was entirely convinced that this was the right path to follow. I liked that reality I found myself in very much. Leaned into it, just as I leaned further down the cock, now engulfing it in my horny, needy mouth, trying to put more and more of it inside there, spit and saliva entertwining. My friend was a dominant man, and I was nothing but a submissive slut-toy in his grasp, grasping his balls as I slobbered over his cock, trying to take as much of him as I could without shoking. After all, it would be hard to explain to any student that turned their head what they were seeing. Not that it mattered right now. What mattered was his pleasure. <<s Jerome>>You know, I remember the lesson now. You can stop.<</s>> I was too far gone. I was a whore on a mission, and that mission was cum. And I'd accomplish that mission like a girl scout vows to finish her mission to the end. I'd serve this superior man no matter what it took, the excuse now gone as to why I was doing this, and reality prevailing: I was doing it because I am a slut that wants to do it, and there was nothing more sexy than that for me. I wanted to suck his cock deep and hard, and nothing would stop me. <<light Jerome>> understood what I was after, and, his hand grasping the back of my head, offered me the cum I so desperately thirsted for. Gulp after gulp of creamy white liquid made their way down my throat as I swallowed the tasty offspring of that dominant black man, and I eagerly licked his underside, trying to coat out more of his sperm into my mouth. His groans, while stiffled, endagered the both of us. Again, I did not care. Few turned to look at us, seeing their whore teacher's assistant standing from underneath the desk as her lover fixed his shorts, and licking her lips like a wanton slut. What a beautiful sight that must've been for them, and to most the closest they'd ever get to being part of something sexual for years to come... To serve is to find pleasure, and I was feeling hornier than ever after that beautiful interaction...<</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "When Bekham sees me, he won't like that too much...">><<elseif $subdom gte 30>><<link "Two can play this game">><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He thinks he holds all of the cards. And that misplaced confidence would be his downfall. Nothing is more beautiful, more delectable, than seeing someone's misconceptions fall apart in realization. I was still going to be sexual with him. He was after all attractive, and I had to admit that he did turn me on. But under my own terms. <<s Author>>Sure. Ok.<</s>> The only person who'd see us in our upcoming interaction was Mr. <<light Bekham>>, and I'd use the opportunity to tease him as well. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner1.jpg">> As I went to my knees under my friend's desk, I spoke in a hushed tone that only he could hear. <<s Author>>It's interesting that the only way you can remember Ancient Greek Philosophers is by having a girl play with your balls.<</s>> I called him out as I rubbed him through his pants, his sizeable bulge straining to get out, and even moreso with the teasing words I said to him. <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I continued to tease, as my hand rubbed the outline of his cock. <<s Jerome>>Get it out.<</s>> He tried to demand of me, not quite understanding just how much control he was giving me. <<s Author>>No no no. The only way this ends is either with you admitting you already know the answer or cumming in your pants. Your choice.<</s>> My cruelty knew no bounds. Sure, my friend was being sexually satisfied, but at what cost? <<s Jerome>>What?<</s>> He whispered fearfully. <<s Author>>You heard me right. Cum or answer the questions.<</s>> His cock twitched. <<s Author>>And you better start soon, someone's eager to spill his secrets!<</s>> The beautiful tease of a woman who had nothing to lose and everything to win, of someone who thought he had everything but was about to lose all dignity... Delectable. My hand continued its explorative motion, my eyes trying to see just how bad the tormented black man had it. On the other side of the room, I could see <<light Bekham>> trying to catch a glance under the brute's chair. He was made his request of me, and I was going to make him see that not everythign was in black and white. The supposed alpha would either cum in his pants or succumb under the pressure and present an exam that was answered while horny. Either way, I was winning. <<s Jerome>>Please. Just... Stop ok?<</s>> He was close to giving up, his cock twitching hard against my hand, pre-cum starting to stain the front of his pants. <<s Author>>In or out. Only one way.<</s>> I said. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-boner4.jpg">> A frustrated <<light Jerome>> quickly stood up, pushing his chair back. A few heads turned, seeing me on the floor under the desk. <<s Author>> I can't find your pen. Are you sure it's a big black pen?<</s>> I was quick to retaliate, mocking him. <<s Jerome>>I... I finished the exam.<</s>> The man spoke as he gathered his sheets. Seems like my frenemy made his choice, and his status was revealed to himself and our resident professor, who was smiling mischeviously at me. <<light Jerome>> held the exam sheets in front of his crotch as he made his way to the front of the class. <<s Bekham>>Let that be a lesson to you.<</s>> My professor whispered to him, almost imperceptibly, <<s Bekham>>You need experience to tame a brat.<</s>> I was the brat in question, and I knew that <<light Bekham>> was often all bark, no bite. I'd eventually find a way to deal with him too. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Help him physically" "Not submissive or dominant enough">><</if>> <<link "The only thing I will do is get him a cheat sheet.">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Skin does not need to touch skin for me to give him what he needed, which was answers to his exam questions. Both of us knew that, yet he still wanted to tease me for more. I went to the main desk, looking my professor in the eyes, as I took the cheat sheet I had created earlier to hand over to the black alpha sitting in the back. <<s Jerome>>Too bad you don't want to have fun. You'd have helped much more.<</s>> He said to me as I simply placed the piece of paper in front of him. The teasing will never stop with him, and I couldn't believe that part of him actually believed that I was doin git to his benefit... My grade was all I cared for, right? <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore him. That will teach him">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<replace '#choices'>>His request was too much, and despite the effect it would have on my grade, I decided not to help him, most of all in the way he had asked me to. As Mr. <<light Bekham>> saw me move away from that interaction, he could not hide his disappointment at my actions. My grade would suffer, but so what? <<light Jerome>> had no right to neither my body nor the exam answers. Let him suffer with his arrogance, asking too much of someone who was willing to help him. <</replace>><</link>></div> <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">>

<<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>Before the advent of Europeans, Native Americans, embraced gender fluidity. There were no gender binaries. There were men and women, and then there were feminine men and manly women, and transgendered individuals. In native North American societies, these individuals were considered to be 'normal'. In fact, those who adopted fluid gender roles were called Two Spirit female and Two Spirit male; and were considered supremely gifted, having the knowledge and ability to understand two opposing sides. There were no defined rules, no distinct binaries. In these societies, men and women frequently assumed opposite gender identities, occasionally cross-dressing, but almost always adopting the universal occupational roles assigned to each sex.<</s>> <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/gender-inclusive-tribe.jpg">> As <<light Tarnipp>> spoke, the class listened on, interested in this new revelation about history and gender, something the old replacement <<light Bekham>> would never be talking about. I smiled to myself, knowing full well that this kind of education was new, and a good thing for a lot of the individuals in the class to listen to. I looked closely at <<light Leo>> as he heard that explanation. When he looked at me, I smiled sweetly at him. <<if $alphabeta gte 0>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<else>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>> <<s Tarnipp>>Unfortunately, these views on gender, held by tribes that never progressed in the new age, are outdated. With the coming of a Western European point of view with their colonization of these places, a more mainstream aspect of gender and relationship of power between the different sexes in society prevailed, despite them not fitting out true characters.<</s>> She continued to explain. <<s Tarnipp>>And I hope to make an example of it right here in class.<</s>> She stated, looking around at us all. <<s Tarnipp>>Who would like to volunteer?<</s>> I could put up my own hand, putting myself in the line of whatever fire she decides to summon, or aid one of my friends to put their hand forward, if their specifications fit what the professor has in mind for them... <div id='choices'><<link "Put up my own hand.">><<replace "#choices">>Even before my hand was up, <<light Tarnipp>> had approached my table, looking at me intently. <<if $subdom gte 1>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>... I can see you hold even more determination in your heart than when I last saw you.<</s>> She said, sizing me up. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>Life has thrown its curved balls, I've dodged them.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>And grown all the stronger. I always thought Yara was the stronger of the two of you, but then again maybe I was only looking at the athlete.<</s>> She stated, looking at both me and my friend, each on either side of her. <<s Tarnipp>>What does that tell us about gender?<</s>> I thought for but a moment. <<s Author>>That the balance between man and woman is shifting as we discover more and more of the world? That we as women are growing stronger, more capable?<</s>> She smiled. <<s Tarnipp>>And you're a clear example of that, embracing your strengths as a woman and allowing yourself to be reshaped in a way that society will welcome openly.<</s>> She said. I smiled back at her. I'd not only prove her point, but I'd also look all the stronger for it. Compared to the natural leader that is <<light Yara>>. Things were shaping up to be quite positive to me and female dominance. <<else>><<s Tarnipp>><<print $name>>... Ever the shy character are we?<</s>> I gulped, feeling vunerable in the face of the predator-like presence of my professor. She had always been domineering, but things have been shifting for me and my character. <<s Tarnipp>>I always figured you'd embrace the traditional gender roles that put you beneath other men, but something tells me you've widened your scope and embraced this inferiority in more than one aspect!<</s>> She said smuggly. I felt my breath catch up. She was reading through me, and I felt vulnerable being evaluated like that. <<s Tarnipp>>That is not to say that you don't have something admirable in the way you accept your inner urges, but that also disproves my point.<</s>> She said, turning her attention to the other side of the class. <<s Tarnipp>>Yara, here, on the other hand, has always shown strength of character in the face of these petty ideas we call gender roles.<</s>> She stated, placing a firm hand on my shoulder to keep me in check. I wanted to whimper out but fought against that urge. <<s Tarnipp>>Our resident athlete is constantly proving that women can be strong willed, and don't have to succumb to the propaganda that they are lesser, as our <<print $name>> has shown. It is a delight to see.<</s>> She stated, praising my friend at my expense. Part of me liked this. Liked being compared and brought out as weak in front of a strong character like <<light Yara>>, my close friend. I wondered what our study session later would bring us...<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $leoavoid is false>><<if $alphabeta lte -15>><<link "Encourage Leo to put up his hand">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend raised his hand, and was immediately chosen by the professor, it seems like she was waiting for him somehow. <<s Tarnipp>>Leo. You have changed a lot since last I saw you.<</s>> I might have had a hand in my friend's improved appearance, but I wasn't going to brag about it as the professor spoke to him in front of the whole class. <<s Tarnipp>>It is quite interesting to see you embrace a non-traditional physical appearance, to experiment with the way you look, don't you agree?<</s>> She asked him. <<s Leo>>It's more comfortable.<</s>> He admitted agreement to her statements. <<s Tarnipp>>It definitely is, and it suits you.<</s>> She said, lulling him into a sense of confidence. <<s Tarnipp>>Tell me, how do you feel about masculinity?<</s>> He looked at her, then at me for support, which I showed him, and then back at her. <<s Leo>>Masculinity is something oppressive and very hard to maintain. A lot of it is appearances. At least, the way society makes it up to be.<</s>> He said. <<s Tarnipp>>Good, good. You're doing so well, sweetie.<</s>> She said, her choice of words studied and particular. My professor was an expert in manipulating people in following her will, and I was learning a lot from it. <<s Tarnipp>>And how do you feel about your femininity?<</s>> She asked. "Your" femininity. But <<light Leo>> didn't notice, and answered the question. <<s Leo>>It feels natural, easy. Like slipping in comfortable clothes, even if they are tight, they fit.<</s>> He admitted, in front of the whole class. Thankfully, that toxic masculinity he was so afraid of was not to be found in <<light Tarnipp>>'s class, as the individuals there wre wooing positively, happy for my friend. I was happy than all of them combined. <<s Tarnipp>>Femininity suits you. And I applaud the way you've been embracing it, you sexy girl.<</s>> My friend turned a few shades pinker at that statement, as she turned her attention away from him. <<s Tarnipp>>As you can see from your pretty friend here, femininity and masculinity are always in flux, and we're each to find which of it best suits us.<</s>> She summised, before moving on to examples of gender non-conforming identities. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Encourage Leo to put up his hand">>As <<light Leo>> puts up his hand, the professor ignores him. Seems like he doesn't have what she needs.<</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20>><<link "Encourage Eric to put up his hand">><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> As I pestered my friend to put up his friend, I find him eventually succumbing and allowing for himself to be put in the line of fire. <<s Tarnipp>>You're new.<</s>> Our professor said as she noticed him. <<s Eric>>I w-was recently transfered,<</s>> he explained. She seemed to be reading him like a book, noticing his slight stuttering and capitulating on it. <<s Tarnipp>>Courageous of you to raise your hand then!<</s>> She said. He smiled. <<s Tarnipp>>Where does this courage come from?<</s>> She asked him. <<light Eric>> hesitated, then turned to look at me for aid <<s Tarnipp>>Ah <<print $name>>! That's who made us put our hand up!<</s>> She claimed, smiling at him. He nodded. <<s Tarnipp>>It wasn't until very recently that we have made it more common for a woman to lead a man on in the relationship. Now that a lady works and makes her own good penny, things have shifted in society, her no longer dependent on him for her livelyhood.<</s>> The professor explained, <<s Tarnipp>>Don't you agree, boy?<</s>> He was but a boy in her eyes, she did not care to ask his name. <<s Eric>>That's... true. Miss.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Good boy. And I'm quite sure you wouldn't mind Ms. <<print $name>> here being the breadwinner as you stay at home like a good... Househusband, now would you?<</s>> She asked teasingly. I mean we're not on track to get married, we were still young, surely... <<s Eric>>Yes. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. I mean, not with <<print $name>>... I mean only if she wanted to...<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Traditional gender roles are outdated, and new guy here knows it, and accepts it. I'd recommend following his guidance and accepting that dynamics have shifted. It would be nice for the men here to stay at home and cook for us, don't you agree?<</s>> She asked, smiling wide. The ladies in class laughed along, a few of the men even joining, liking this new world shaping around them. I was still thinking about the fact that <<light Eric>> wouldn't mind marrying me and being my househusband or wife. Did he think he had a chance? Did I want that even? Just him for the rest of our lives? Sex would be dull... But then again I could be "working" often... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Encourage Eric to put up his hand">><<light Eric>> is not willing to do that. Seems like I don't have much sway over him...<</linkreplace>><</if>></div>

<<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Gender and Society</h3></center> As our professor spoke about laws and the behaviors that it brought with it, I found myself listening in rapt attention, hanging on every word that she said, trying to take it all in. My professor was charismatic as she was attractive, a truly inspiring human being who knew how to control her crowd. And I was continuously watching her every move and hanging on her every word. <<s Tarnipp>>Philosophy is tied to human behavior and the society and laws that dominate said behavior. That is why we discuss such topics in class. And that is why we sometimes find ourselves arguing on the topic of that which needs to be law, like abortion or drug use or other matters that are similar to those.<</s>> She explained. <<s Tarnipp>>But the real question is what we think of it.<</s>> She elaborated, looking at me. The recent months have had their impact on my character, helping me become more open to experiences, helping me discover my character more. <<s Tarnipp>>How do you define morals and ethics in relation to law and behavior? Should an individual in society remain lawful in all circumstances? Or does one lose their humanity if they were to comply? What do you think, <<print $name>>?<</s>> That was a loaded question, which in turn requires a loaded answer... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?">><<add "Tarnipp" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Law makes it wrong to like other people in some cases. What's wrong with a harmless crush over your professor?<</s>> As I said the words, I noticed that people might get me wrong, my eyes catching my professor's, afraid of what she might say... <<s Tarnipp>> Only a crush?<</s>> She asked, encouraging my ideology. I was already in the shit, I needed to get out. <<s Author>>I might be joking in that, but what I'm saying is that it's usually unlawful for a professor to be with any student. In univerity settings, they ban such relationship, regardless of age.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>It's not that I have eyes for anyone...<</s>> I said, not knowing if I was lying or not, <<s Author>>It's that should an indivdual, consenting of adult age, be interested in a romantic or sexual relationship with any other consenting adult, who's to say what they can or cannot do?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>And how does that relate to morality and ethics?<</s>> I would dive in the deep end. Morality means nothing in the face of our urges. <<s Author>>What's unethical is attractive. A student being with her professor, neither knowing who's controlling the relationship, everyone else not knowing what happens between closed doors. There's something undeniably attractive about that game of "will they won't they". Ethically and morally, that is still frowned upon. But the heart wants what it wants.<</s>> I blushed as I looked at her. I knew I wasn't arguing for her, I wasn't really interested in my charismatic professor, was I? Part of me unconsciously argued in favor of the both of us engaging in some sort of naughty relationship... But I decided to silence it. This would not happen, clearly. The way her eyes drifted across my body's curves suggested she saw something there... //NO! I would not let my imagination roam!// <<link "Finish" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 15 and $open gte 20>><<link "In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>In some countries, law bans homosexuality. That doesn't seem right.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Even religion bans it. It is a sin.<</s>> She played the devil's advocate. <<s Author>>And yet most countries were founded on the basis of separation of church and state. So why does religion impose its laws on government?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>You make a good point. While ethical from a religious standpoint, it's immoral from a humanitarian view.<</s>> She stated, seeing my point. <<s Tarnipp>>And I would even argue that heterosexual being are not entirely heterosexual, but rather conditioned to believe they are so.<</s>> She claimed. Was my prefessor queer? <<s Author>>How so?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Maybe Yara would like to elaborate on this?<</s>> She asked, smiling at my friend, seemingly knowing something about her that she wouldn't openly share. <<s Yara>>Well... I believe that Ms Tarnipp is trying to explain that base physical urges exist nonetheless. Should someone feel skin against them, regardless of whether it is of the same gender or not, it will still get a reaction from them, sexual or otherwise. We are still animals.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Correct, and laws are created to control these animal impulses to manage them at a larger scale, helping morality to come through.<</s>> She said, summizing the point. //What becomes of man if he cannot control himself? Who is to control him except for law?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Open below 20 and Bisex below 15">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "Conformity in society does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animals.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Tarnipp" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Conformity does not mean lack of humanity. It means separation from animalistic behavior.<</s>> I said. <<s Tarnipp>>So laws are there to quench our animalistic urges and make us humans. And without laws we're nothing but animals?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not entirely. Our morals and ethics are the ones that made law possible. A common sense made clear between all individuals in society. That's what makes us human.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Yet we punish by law those who break the ethics of their nation as opposed to those who go against their own morals.<</s>> <<s Author>>Morals and ethics are ever in conflict, as are morals and our animalistic urges. I think that's the real plight of society.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>Interesting you would say that. So without morals and following ethics and the law, all should be good?<</s>> <<s Author>>I guess...<</s>> I had somewhat lost the thread of the argument, but the logic was present there. <<s Tarnipp>>So the relationship between man and wife, ethical in its lawfulness, can forego morals. The man can bend her over his leg and spank her, and she'll submit to his dominant touch, simply because they are man and wife following their animalistic impulses. He can fuck her wherever and whenever, so long as they follow the law.<</s>> The professor spoke with crude words, an argument I couldn't counter. <<s Author>>Following the logic, yes.<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>I look forward to the day you're wedded and bedded, <<print $name>>. You'll make a good wife and stab feminism in the back.<</s>> I did not expect the argument to get here. <<s Author>>Hey that's unfair!<</s>> I tried retaliating. //Cut your losses, <<print $name>>. You lost the argument.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Smarts below 30">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>I don't know... Why don't you tell me?">><<less "Bekham" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel ready for such an argument, and if there's a reason we were in class, it would be to learn and be taught by this wise woman. <<s Author>>I don't really know... Why don't you tell us?<</s>> I asked her. That didn't sit well with the woman, who was quick to criticize me. <<s Tarnipp>>I did not expect you to be such a docile girl with no real opinion of her own.<</s>> She said, immediately hurting my pride. <<s Tarnipp>>But then again, I shouldn't have expected any better than someone without a true sense of morality, who only relied on her grades to get this far.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why are you talking like that?<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>This world is eat or be eaten, and that' the only way you young people will learn that. You better form some opinions soon, lest stronger willed people control you however they want.<</s>> She stated. Despite being hurt by her words, I had to admit... My professor had a point. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/*Announcing the upcoming exam */ <<set $yarastudy to false>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>An Exam Announcement</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>Yes, everything. Including whatever the substitute taught you.<</s>> The fears we had in the earlier study session were confirmed for <<light Yara>> and I. Next class would hold an exam in which we'd have to do our best. <<s Tarnipp>>I am sure you'll all do great.<</s>> The professor tries to alleviate our concerns, but I find myself still worried about what might come out of the whole deal. <<s Yara>>While graded on a curve... I'm fucked.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't worry, I'll help you study. You'll do great, trust me.<</s>> I reassured her calmly as class wrapped up. <<s Yara>>We will definitely need to concentrate this time.<</s>> She said as we walked down the hallways of the school, alluding to our latest "study" session. //I wonder what <<light Eva>> has been up to...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><center><<pichead "classes/philosophy.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>An Exam Announcement</h3></center> <<s Tarnipp>>No cheating!<</s>> Our professor called out as we sat to take our exam, each trying their best to gather as much information as they learned throughout the past year to answer these convoluted questions she had placed in front of us. An even more challenging aspect of this whole thing was the fact that we were graded on a curve. <<s Tarnipp>>After all, the more people you help the higher the odds of the getting a better grade than you, and you dropping low low low on the curving pole.<</s>> Her voice was playful, joyful, threatening. And she was right in her statement. And so, when I saw two of my friends, <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>>, struggling to find their answers, and looking at me for help, the decision I had to make was quite the heavy one... Would I help either of them or both and risk my grade faalling lower, or was I ready to dismiss their request in self-preservation? <<s Eric>>Please, <<print $name>>?<</s>> The world is cruel, and its cruelty pushed me to make a choice... <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Help Eric alone">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<light Eric>> has always been closer to me. And I'd always help my friend in his times of need, no matter that effect would have on my overall grade. I might regret it later, but now was a time of action. I took a look at the page he was currently on, and in quick succession, whispered the answers to him. This went fast, and <<light Samuel>> struggled to keep up with the aid I was providing. In the end, I had to stay true to my friendships, no matter the cost... <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Help Samuel alone">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "Eric" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking beyond my white friend to his black deskmate, I decide to make yet a new example to his fate, as I scribbled down the answers I had gathered on a small piece of paper, hand over a the cheat sheet to <<light Eric>>. <<s Author>>Give that to Samuel.<</s>> I ordered him. His eyes, taking in that betrayal, went wide with shock, as beyond himself he passes that piece of paper to his friend. Harsh, but he ought to learn the reality of things sooner rather than later... I'd not suffer such a devastating fate as a much lower grade, and I'd make practice of the philisophical concept of altruism... Win win right? The smile that <<light Samuel>> gives me is a wide one, seeing just how twisted of a decision I made about my friend. <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Help both of them">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't see the reason why I'd choose one over the other, despite the aid coming at a greater personal cost... No matter what the situation is, helping them both would balance the scales, right? No, it would not, but the dice has been thrown and I knew that altruism was the way to go... //Look at me talking about philosophical concepts in a philosophy exam!// As I whispered the answers to <<light Eric>> slowly, I saw as they both transcribed my words onto the piece of paper in front of them. I helped two of my friends for the price of one, and that was something good... Right? <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't help neither of them.">><<less "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Seeing the precarious position I have placed myself in looking in their direction, and noticing that helping them might raise unwanted attention to my activity and lower my own grade in comparison, I elected not to help any of my friends, rather deciding to go back to what I was doing. They might be mad for now, but I knew they were wise enough not to feel bad about this... Right? They would frown, but my grade would smile at me. <<link "Present my exam" "Tarnipp Class 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<pichead "classes/bekham-classes/cheating-exam.jpg" "Cheat or no cheat?">> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> As I moved to present my exam answers to Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> and make my way out of class, I am stopped by <<light Yara>>, still seated right in front of the teacher, looking up at me with her hand on my thigh. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-handthigh1.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Can you help me with something?<</s>> She asked me in a whisper, hopeful. The professor could not hide a small smile as she saw the scene evolve in front of her. <<s Yara>>Can you give me some of your answers?<</s>> I turned to look at the teacher, knowing that she wouldn't accept that. <<s Tarnipp>>It really is up to you. Your grade is affected.<</s>> She said, receiving a sigh of relief from my friend who still held me in a hostage situation. <<s Yara>>Help?<</s>> She repeated herself. <<s Tarnipp>>Although...<</s>> The professor cut us off again, and my eyes caught my friend's imploring ones. We definitely should've studied harder instead of getting distracted by... Each other's bodies. Her hand still held onto my thigh. <<s Tarnipp>>There will not be enough time to copy the answers. You can always switch names on the exam.<</s>> //Switch names??// This situation keeps growing worse and worse, as the teacher offered an exchange that would cost me greatly. My friend wasn't the smartest, her answers would definitely suffer from that... And so would I. <<s Yara>>Please? You don't need these grades, I do.<</s>> She implored, reminding me of the conversation we had about her own university applications and the importance of maintaining a high grade. Was I willing to favor her grade over mine? <<s Yara>>I promise I will make it worth it.<</s>> She teased me, her hand grasping my thigh tighter, making it obvious she was willing to offer some... physical persuation... <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/class4-handthigh2.jpg">> I looked at her imploring eyes. My dominant friend was in a needy position. And our professor was watching us intently, taking in that dilemma with great satisfaction in her eyes. What was I willing to do? <div id='choices'><<link "My friend deserves it more.">><<pickup $class "Tarnipp Class 4 Helped Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "grade" 4>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I knew what was at stake, both for me and my friend. And I knew she wanted this more than I did. Whether it was my submissiveness that ultimately prompted that reaction or my love of my friend I am not sure, but I went for it and my decision was made. The exam in my hands lowered to where her desk was, as I exchanged the sheets with hers. I did not want to see what she wrote, and waited for her to exchange the names, all the while her hand was fondling my ass openly, a promise of things to come. I wanted to please my friend, and now she was ready to please me back, her fingers roaming across my ass possesively. <<s Tarnipp>>You know your girl really well, Yara.<</s>> Our professor said, almost praising her. <<s Yara>>Told you.<</s>> My friend confidently said, smiling. As I looked at the two of them trying to understand what was happening a bit better, my friend spoke: <<s Yara>>I'll explain later.<</s>> She said. I felt almost lightheaded, played but still accepting it. My friend got what she wanted, and I was promised something more... I looked forward to it. <<s Yara>>See you tomorrow at home for our "study session".<</s>> She said, obviously not promising any learning. <<s Yara>>I'll give you your reward then.<</s>> My heart skipped a beat at that... What did she have planned for me? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "She had enough opportunities to study before.">><<add "grade" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend had let herself go, getting distracted time and time again as the school year progressed, even in our study sessions. She'd have to pay the price for it on her own. As I looked at her with a sad face, I spoke clearly: <<s Author>>Sorry, Yara. You had your chance.<</s>> My friend was stunned that I wouldn't succumb to her manipulation, and I found part of me regretting the choice I had made. <<s Tarnipp>>Seems like you were mistaken after all, Yara.<</s>> Our professor spoke as she took my answer sheet from my hands. <<s Tarnipp>>Off you go, <<print $name>>.<</s>> As I walked out of class, the imprint of my friend's hand still felt on my thigh, I knew that we would not have a study session this week. I didn't know if we ever would have one after what she would take as a betrayal. I only did what was logical to do. What I had to. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg">> It was our first study session, and <<light Yara>> was all over the place, not knowing how to even take a seat in the chairs we had at the library. <<s Yara>>It's so annoying. I'm supposed to be running now!<</s>> She claimed, her voice a bit too high for the librarian's taste. <<s Author>>Hey you're the one that suggested we study together. All of this usually takes me 30 minutes.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yet we've been here for an hour now.<</s>> She claimed, frustrated. Indeed, we've been here a while and we had yet to make real progress. A change of strategy was necessary, should we want to make anything out of this study session we shared. <<s Yara>>Grading on a curve. That's so damn stupid!<</s>> She was quite frustrated. <<s Author>>I know, but it is what it is.<</s>> I had no idea what way to approach this conflict, and which way would influence my friend positively. I did have an idea though... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Ridicule her in an attempt to motivate her to do better.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're really stupid, aren't you?<</s>> I aksed her, trying to get a rise out of my friend. <<s Yara>>Hey don't say that!<</s>> <<s Author>>But you are stupid if you can't remember these small things, are you not?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Why should I care about Solopcism or whatever that is? Who cares?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do. Don't you want to make me happier?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I can make you happier running for errands for you, carrying your bag, pleasuring you in bed even! But not remembering meaningless philosophy!<</s>> She was getting frustrated, and it was beautiful to see. <<s Author>>Oh you want to sleep with me it seems!<</s>> I teased her. <<s Yara>>Oh shut up! All I'm saying is I'm a much more physical person than I am mental.<</s>> She backtracked. <<s Author>>Then how about you tie something physical with each of these words to remember them?<</s>> <<s Yara>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know, like cheerleaders. Every word is accompanied by a move. Who don't you do that?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I have no idea how that works.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then all you need to do is listen.<</s>> Moving her body around, giving her hand gestures to remember particular words, I found the <<light Yara>> was a dutiful student, listening to my every word as she tried to learn the material we had to learn. While some of these gestures were quite odd, I ended up pretty confident that she'd remember the lesson. Although she might look stupid trying to sort through her thoughts in finding the words. She does know how to follow orders... If primed for it. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>She seems stressed. Maybe a massage could help...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew how stressed my friend was, and knew what she might need in order to alleviate that effort she's been having. <<s Author>>You look really stressed Yara. You need to relax.<</s>> I told her sympathetically. <<s Yara>>I can't. This lesson is too much.<</s>> I understood her concerns. I needed to make this right. And I knew my friend carried her stress physically as she did mentally. Maybe a massage would help. <<picmid "classes/bekham-classes/study1-massage.jpg">>As my hands drifted across her powerful back and tried to release the knots hidden underneath the skin and between the muscles, I found myself trying my best to make my friend feel better, working out these kinks. <<s Yara>>That's it. Keep going.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes ma'am.<</s>> I half-joked as I worked her back. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> She said, smiling to herself. Her words sent small shivers down my spine, as I distracted myself from those in working on her back, in being physical with her supple skin, in getting hornier at the intimacy of this moment, in public. //Fuck, this woman has an effect on me I cannot deny.// <<s Yara>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned. <<s Yara>>That's it yes!<</s>> I stiffled a moan of my own, imagining myself betwen her legs and servicing at her feet. My friend was dominant, demanding, and I was willing to serve. Instead of studying, I was working on her back to help her with her stress. Instead of caring about the curve of the grade, I was imagining hers against mine. <<s Yara>>Thank you, <<print $name>>... That's enough.<</s>> As I drifted back to reality, I couldn't deny that the activity had made me hornier. My friend didn't notice as I rushed back to my seat to continue the lesson, now somewhat distracted and her the more grounded one. This friendship was dangerous. I was threading dangerously close to losing my inhibitions in submission to her whims. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $time lt 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Keep trying to teach her every term, no matter how long it takes.">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<addtime>><<replace "#choices">>She might be annoyed by all of this, but if anything, I was a stubborn human being, keen on getting her to learn the lesson we put our mind to. No matter how long it takes. And so we took the next hour as well going over each term we had to learn and trying to get it through that thick skull of hers. Even if we are graded on a curve, she'd still not be able to get a better grade than me, but she'll definitely be doing better moving forward. <<s Yara>>You're so annoying.<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll thank me later.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep trying to teach her every term" "We'll be here till we sleep. The librarian will kick us out.">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg">> <<s Author>>You're less anoying today than you were last time!<</s>> I teased my friend after a few minutes of silence into our session. <<s Yara>>Yeah I guess...<</s>> She was on her phone, distracted. <<s Author>>Hold on a minute! Why are you on your phone??<</s>> I asked her, incredulous. <<s Yara>>It's a pretty complicated story actually...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's pretty simple actually. We have a lesson to prepare for. Ms. Tarnipp might surprise us with an exam at any time!<</s>> I clamored, drifting my attention back to my books. <<s Yara>>Mr Bekham spanked Eva in front of the whole class.<</s>> I raised my head away from the books. <<s Author>>What??<</s>> I couldn't believe her. She told me about it just now. Someone even filmed her and sent her the footage. My friend revealed what was on her phone. <<vid "classes/bekham-classes/eva-spanking.mp4">> I was stunned by what I was seeing. He truly was dominating my friend like she was nothing. <<s Author>>How did that happen?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Apparently Bekham came up with a law that bans her from speaking in class, the punishment being spanks on her ass. And our friend obviously spoke.<</s>> <<s Author>>What kind of lesson is that?<</s>> I was incredulous. <<s Yara>>Apparently, she admitted eventually that the law is not always moral or ethical... I mean obviously after being spanked in front of her all friends!<</s>> My friend was just as stunned as I was by the latest revelations. <<s Author>>That doesn't make sense...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Does it? What if we were in a tyrannical government?<</s>> I looked at my friend. Something was off. There was a tension in the air. Whether it came from seeing our friend get spanked, the faces she was making, or the fact that we both knew that there was a hidden attraction between us, there was electricity that we couldn't deny. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "Blush. She has a plan...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt myself blush at the way she looked at me. My domineering friend had something of a plan, and I was going to follow her through it. <<s Yara>>What if I came up with the law that every time you speak, you receive a spank? What would you say then?<</s>> She asked, her eyes drilling into mine. If I were to speak and give and answer, I'd "legally" owe her a few spanks on my ass... <<s Author>>I'd say that this isn't fair.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Is it not? You just spoke knowing full well the law your dictator came up with.<</s>> She stated, moving her chair away from the table. <<s Yara>>Bend over.<</s>> She commanded, pointing at the table in front of us. She wanted me to submit to my debasement. To accept the spanks she announced would be mine. And part of me wanted it too. <<s Author>>Maybe that was the lesson that Bekham was trying to teach? That laws are sometimes unfair?<</s>> I said, looking at my friend in somewhat of a docile manner. <<s Yara>>The only way we can know for sure is if you submit to your punishment, <<print $name>>. You're only adding to the verdict.<</s>> She said. I knew that my friend wouldn't back down. And I knew that my earlier silence, my blushing and thinking of the possibilities of our encounter, is what brought us here. <<s Yara>>Come on. Be a good girl and bend over.<</s>> She said, standing to help me up. <<s Yara>>Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you.<</s>> She added in a whisper, as she expertly led me to my feet and then bent me over. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-sweet.mp4">> My friend was quick to take advantage of my vulnerable position, her hand finding my ass and humiliatingly spanking me across it. A small whimper escaped my mouth as that happened, as I took in the fact that I was willingly taking a spanking from a friend who claimed dictatorship unchallenged. <<s Yara>>That's it. Let go.<</s>> She said, before her hand went down once more to spank me across the buttocks, a humiliating act that left me whimpering once more. And I listened to my dictator, whimpering a bit louder, to give her the satisfaction that she needed from me. To show her I was docile, accepting of her authority, unchallenging. Something about <<light Yara>> and the way she treats this relationship was very interesting. It wasn't that she was the dominant person who always got what she wanted. It was a transaction. She receives power, and I receive spanks. And one after the other, soft, but deeply humiliating, these spanks fell on my backside, bringing out whimper after whimper from my submissive lips. I moaned out in compliance at my friend's dominant spanking. <<s Yara>>So, my little <<print $name>>... Does it feel like the law is always right?<</s>> I knew that the lesson said one thing, but my friend demanded another. She wanted me to say that her law is right, I was sure of it. <<s Author>>There is no doubt that the law is right. Your law is right.<</s>> I said in between moans, knowing that my words were adding to my "punishment". <<s Author>>Please spank me.<</s>> My moans were a symphony, each of her slaps bringing a new note to the music she was making me play. Her hand used me like an instrument. I'd be her instrument of pleasure. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> Her words struck a beautiful chord inside of me, and I found myself whimpering even more, trying my best to muffle my voice to not alert people of our naughty activity. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-soft.mp4">> My dictator, master of my world, was taking things slow, taking naughty pleasure from my compliance, as her spanks continued landing on my naughty behind. I complied obediently as she completely controlled my actions. I was beyond ecstatic at offering her myself to punish. I was getting dangerously close to an orgasm, simply from the humiliation of being bent over and railed on by a friend. A friend that always knew how to dominate me entirely. <<s Yara>>Alright that's it. Let's get back to the lesson.<</s>> She entirely dismissed me, and I found myself whimpering still. Why would she stop now? <<s Yara>>You're enjoying this too much. It was supposed to be a punishment of the law, and you've turned it into a reward.<</s>> Her words struck me to my core, pointing out just how far I'd gone in recent years in becoming the naughty person who embraces humiliation. Was it <<light Yara>> that had that control over me, or was I simply too obedient to fight against it? <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Blush. She has a plan" "I'm too dominant for this.">><</if>> <<link "Better concentrate on our lesson. Eva made her bed long ago.">><<replace "#choices">>I needed to break the tension. <<s Author>>Look, Eva made her bed long ago. She knew of the dangers following Bekham would bring her, and she now has to deal with it.<</s>> I explained. <<light Yara>> noticed that I was not willing to play her games, and calmed down, although it did seem she was sad she couldn't play more with me or my emotions. <<s Yara>>You're right. I'm just worried about her.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Even moreso than she seems. Her moans are obviously full of pleasure.<</s>> I answered her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, that's odd...<</s>> I could see my friend was turned on by this, but decided not to comment on it. She'd play with herself later. For now, we needed to study. <<link "Study" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "I'll be the tyrant. Announce the same law on my friend!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'll be the tyrant then! For standing up to me, you'll receive 10 spanks. Effective now!<</s>> I claimed. To say my friend was stunned would be an understatement. Her jaw dropped. <<s Yara>>You can't be serious?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>That's five more. Now get on my lap before they become much more.<</s>> I said, threatening her. It was like a dam breaking, the tension between us heightened and washing over us as we saw how it was to be released. My friend couldn't control herself, blushing as she stood to place myself across my lap. I looked on, not believing what I saw. My dominant friend was fine laying across my lap, simply because I commanded it. And I was gladly going to spank her like a bad girl needs to be spanked. <<s Author>>Maybe that punishment will teach you not to get distracted by your phone, you airhead!<</s>> I announced as my hand found contact with her shapely buttocks. The athlete was to find herself humiliated at the hand of the once nerd, her tutor. <<vid "events/yaraevents/spanking-lesbian-soft2.mp4">> I found great pleasure in the way the tables turned. Whether it was a moment of weakness on my friend's end or a moment of strength on mine, we both knew that this kind of dynamic, in a secluded room of the library, would continue to elaborate until one of us gave up and cracked, or until we both became absolute sluts. Sluts that would moan as they got spanked on their friend's lap, not caring about appearances. Her workouts showed, as her firm buttocks fought valiantly against my slapping hand, trying to deal as much damage as they were being dealt. <<s Author>>Do you like this?<</s>> I teased her, arrogant, dominant. <<s Yara>>Yess....<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>That's one more spank for you!<</s>> I announced once more, my hand finding her fat ass yet again. The athletic, aggressive, powerful girl was now on MY lap, being spanked by ME. Oh how the greats fall! <<s Yara>>Oh god!<</s>> <<s Author>>Keep talking and I'll keep spanking!<</s>> I said as slap after slap rang on my friend's backside, count lost to the both of us. <<s Yara>>What's the point that we're trying to make?<</s>> She asked between moans. I looked at her, and couldn't help but laugh. <<s Author>>I don't know... And I don't care.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Fuck... My clothes are in the way.<</s>> She said, a slut in heat. She was lost. I had her right where I needed her. Horny and in need of a dominant hand. One I denied her. <<s Author>>Alright that's it.<</s>> I announced, a cruel individual playing with a pet's toy, banning them from getting it. <<s Yara>>What the fuck? Please!<</s>> She had no problem begging. <<s Author>>No. It's time to study.<</s>> I moved her away from my lap and retunred to my books. Try as she may, she was not able to convince me to continue spanking her, not matter the words she beged me with. We'd play the long game, and I'd have her like putty in my hands eventually. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll be the tyrant. Announce the same law on my friend!" "I'm too submissive for this.">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "Study Session Distractions">> <<s Yara>>She didn't take long before she sprung an exam on us, did she?<</s>> My friend asked in frustration as she tried to make sense of the books in front of her. <<s Yara>>She obviously convinced Bekham of the same.<</s>> She continued. <<s Author>>Maybe Bekham is the one who called for the exams?<</s>> We had both received news from <<light Eva>>, the opposing professor's "assistant", that the exam was being held for their class too. She would not take it as he requested her to help him look over the students, supervising the exam alongside him. I was starting to revisit that choice I made around a month ago of joining <<light Tarnipp>>'s classes instead of being his assistant... <<s Yara>>No way. Tarnipp is too strong a character to be told what to do. That's why I admire her.<</s>> My friend stated. <<s Yara>>Despite her giving us all of these to learn for the exam.<</s>> She switched up. <<s Author>>Hey that's normal for the life of a student! You go to class, you study, you take an exam, you move on.<</s>> I replied back. <<s Yara>>It shouldn't be for everyone. I should be on the field, running. Or at least putting my feet in some icy water.<</s>> My friend said, her frustration growing. <<s Author>>Well relax your feet, take off your shoes.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I'm already doing that.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So am I.<</s>> My friend replied. I looked below the desk to confirm her statement. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/feet-intro.jpg">> And indeed, her athletic feet were outside of their material confines, even outside of any socks, breathing the clear air. <<s Author>>Weird that they don't smell.<</s>> I said as I moved up to look at her. <<s Yara>>I didn't run yet today. All because of this stupid exam.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara what are you running from?<</s>> I asked her, actually curious. My friend looked at me for a moment before deciding to speak. <<s Yara>>I'm running towards. Towards a better life.<</s>> I knew there was a lot about my friend that was lost on me. A past that's as clouded as my future is. But I also knew that the conviction she had must have come from somewhere. And wherever that somewhere is would be entirely up to speculation. <<s Yara>>I could use a good massage though.<</s>> She stated, noticing me stealing a few glances at her feet from time to time, as we continued studying, me trying to explain a few key elements of the lessons we've had. I looked at her, trying to understand her intentions. She was a smiling poker face. <<s Yara>>Would you be a doll and massage my feet as I work on this section?<</s>> She asked, her foot moving up to rub my leg, requesting attention. I feared, or maybe looked ahead, to this study session, knowing that it would eventually come to this. And now I was faced with the choice that has become a custom in this scenario. Succumb to my friend's will and service her feet while she and she alone studies; or stand up to her and flip the scenario, putting her to my service... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>I'd rather skip all of this.">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You've been pushing for something, Yara. And I don't know what it is. I think I'd rather not follow down that path.<</s>> I stated clearly to my friend. I had chosen Ms. <<light Tarnipp>> not to be closer to my friend, but rather because her classes would be easier and she'd be easier to handle than Mr. <<light Bekham>>. <<light Yara>> ought to understand that. She nodded, understanding my position. <<s Yara>>A bit of fun between friends would never hurt, but I understand your position.<</s>> She said, moving her attention back to the book in front of her. Hopefully that would be the last of my friend trying to rope me into some sort of sensual or sexual activity... //Although I could always ditch our study sessions if I wanted...// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>A mutual massage would not be bad.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/feet-mutual.jpg">> My hand on her feet and hers on mine. We spent the next hour or so mindlessly playing with each other's feet, a sensual massage as we continued studying the material. I helped my friend as she did me, and we enjoyed each other's feminine feet. There was no humiliation, no shame in our activity. Two friends, on equal grounds, enjoying each others company, and bodies. Showing appreciation to the thing that is considered lowest in the other person. For her, that thing was the thing that brought her to the newest heights she was reaching in life, and it felt like, even if for a moment, I was helping her feel better and aiding her on her journey to greatness, in more ways than one. The moment was beautiful, magical almost, as there was no deeper tension than the ones we were creating on the other's foot, trying to get rid of the tension within. A soft, beautiful interaction, with no ulterior motives. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>My place is at her feet. I'll do anything to bring her comfort.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship1.jpg">>My dominant friend had made her request, and a huge part of me knew that it would be moments before I was on my knees in front of her, giving her what she needed of me. My friend deserved my service, and I'd offer it to her at any time, even if it meant not studying or allowing her to study more. My hands quickly got to work on the atheltic feet that laid in front of me, beautiful elegant toes that made my powerful friend the incredible athlete she is today. I'd serve, and she'd be happy with me, and all would be good in the world. <<s Yara>>Oh that's good. You're doing good.<</s>> She said, praising me and giving me the compliments I oh so craved. I blushed, not daring to look at her, as I shifted all my attention to her feet, trying to take in every single curve. They were beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And I am yet to understand it, but something was happening to me. <<s Yara>>Pavlov's dog is an interesting concept...<</s>> My friend said, concentrating on her books, on the lesson we had, not knowing the depth of her feet's effect on my psyche. My mouth was watering, and I had no idea why, as I looked at her clean-ish feet, at the sexy toes and the way they shifted under my hands, at the curves of her muscular feet... My friend was a hottie, down to the last toe, and I had the honor to serve her... But part of me needed more. <<s Yara>>You may kiss and lick them if you want.<</s>> It was as if she was allowing me to fall further, beckoning me to debase myself even more. Yet there was no humiliation in this. There was fulfilling a fantasy I didn't know I had, there was accepting my innermost desires and leaning into them. I needed it, I knew it'd be satisfying. Regardless of what people might think, I knew I'd be safe with my friend. <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Lick her foot, why not!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/sensual-footlicking.mp4">> My tongue went to taste her beautiful feet. A hint of sweat, a hint of her lovely smell, just a hint, overwhelmed my senses, and I felt my heartrate quicken at that. I was lowering myself entirely. I was letting go. And it was paying off almost immediately, as my body responded to hers, as I allowed myself to accept my lowered position, my body responding to hers and my tongue trying to get as much of her serviced as it could. Granted, my friend was somewhat distracted from her studies by my subservience, but then again didn't part of me want that? To be acknowledged by her, to be noticed in my service of her body? The lowest point of her body, that which grazes the ground, that which also represents her future. I was servicing her and hoping I'd keep doing so in the future. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship2.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Oh... Yes right there.<</s>> My friend was whispering at me as I licked between her toes, trying my best to catch another taste of her delectable sweat. <<s Yara>>You're doing so well.<</s>> Her words of praise had their desired impact on me, I think, as my body moved of its own volition, a reaction ingrained inside of me, as it shook a bit, trying to bring me even closer to her, trying to put me even futher under her command. I was getting tired, my tongue was getting tired, but I didn't care. I needed to make her feel good. I needed to show her I was worthy of servicing her. <<s Yara>>Look at you doing too much. You're so eager to please!<</s>> My friend teased me, and I could only whimper in response. I was eager to please, yes, and I was glad she saw it. There was something invigorating about this whole thing, and my friend, ever the dominant, was ready to push me even further. Despite what my limits were, I found myself accepting of her suggestion... <<s Yara>>How about you lay down and let me put my foot on your face? That way you can please me easier, I feel like kneeling is uncomfortable.<</s>> As she spoke, I saw the logic of her words. I did want her to step on me. She is right in making that request. If she stepped on me, I could service her throughout the whole hour. And my knees wouldn't hurt, just like she said... <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I am her carpet">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship.jpg">> I was on my back, her feet were on my face, and all was good in the world. My place was at <<light Yara>>'s feet, and no moment in our friendship was as perfect as this one. In between moments, her eyes would drift down to meet mine and I'd see a sweet smile cross her face. I'd smile back, my tongue drifting across the beautiful sole of her foot. I was at peace at my friend's feet, and all was good in the world.<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<link "I've done enough, time to leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My place is at her feet" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Her place is at my feet. About time she learned it.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/foot-worship3.jpg">> A few minutes later, I had somehow managed to convince my friend to service me instead, claiming that I was the tutor here and her the student. <<s Author>>Look at you learning how to follow commands correctly. So cute.<</s>> I teased my student as her tongue tried to wiggle itself between my toes, discovering parts of me that it craved for and never encountered before. I smiled to her and myself, my friend was a submissive at heart, eager to please, but always hiding behind a mask of dominance. <<s Author>>It is so beautiful to see you break that facade you put on, and see you embrace your true self.<</s>> I teased her, as my toes wiggled backa against her tongue, playfully making the job harder on her. Her moans were all the answers I needed. <<s Author>>Do you want to go back to the lesson?<</s>> I smiled at her, hoping I'd have her where I wanted her. The mighty <<light Yara>> had fallen too low. She shook her head no, before returning to her willing debasement, servicing her friend's feet. She looked perfect in such a submissive position. I'd break her entirely with time. <<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Toy with her even more.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/submissive-footlicking.mp4">> I wiggled my toes, moving them away and back towards my newfound submissive's mouth. <<s Author>>Look at the desperation in your eyes, so sexy.<</s>> Instead of being angry, she was smiling. She knew I had her where I wanted her, submissive and docile, yet revelled in it. I had roped her in entirely, and she was accepting it willingly. Oh how beautiful it is when the greats fall. I was starting to understand the people that wanted to make me fail, the individuals that tried to break me down. The actions of Mr. <<light Bekham>> were no longer a mystery to me... If that was the feeling it held, then I could not blame them. I'd search for it myself too.<</linkreplace>> <<link "I've done enough, time to leave." "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Her place is at my feet." "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "locations/living-room-day.jpg" "Still at home">> <<s Yara>>We're not going jogging. I promised you a reward and that's what you're getting.<</s>> My friend's hands were already all over my body, hugging me and trying to take off my clothes. Foreplay was off the table, she meant business! <<s Author>>Woah woah!<</s>> <<s Yara>>You can't imagine how hot what you did is. Offering your future for mine... It was amazing.<</s>> She said, her eyes eating me up and her hands not stopping their undressing. <<s Author>>I... Are you okay?<</s>> Something was going on with my friend, and I needed to know what. <<s Yara>>I've been horny ever since, <<print $name>>. The way you just... submitted. Delightful.<</s>> She said. I did submit to her rule, offer her all she needed to succeed. I worked for it, and she just got it. <<if $subdom lte -30>>And it was the only right thing to do. My friend deserved the world, and I would be the submissive that would offer her that.<</if>> I looked at her, at her body that she was slowly revealing, articles of clothing being removed in succession, and I knew that unless I stopped her now, things would escalate a lot further than they ever had in our study sessions. After all, we were both extremely attractive girls that saw the beauty in the other, and she was hornier than ever. <<s Yara>>Your reward is here.<</s>> She said, standing before me in all her naked glory, happy to see me take her all in, eating up with my eyes what she had to offer, feasting on her delectable beauty. <<s Yara>>What would you like to do?<</s>> I had a choice after all! <<if $subdom lte -30>><<s Yara>>Knowing you though, I know you want nothing more than to kneel between my feet and offer your tongue to my pussy, taste your goddess. Am I right?<</s>><</if>> She teased me with the options, her words playing tricks with my psyche. My hot athletic friend was in front of me, and I could choose what to do to her. What a time to be alive! <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Her pussy needs my lips. I need to thank her for the honor of serving her">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">> Lips on lips, licking and sucking and serving the greatness that she is. <<s Yara>>That's my good girl.<</s>> She moaned out as she brushed my hair for me. How kind of her to take care of my hair while I served her great athletic body! I relished that beautiful opportunity to serve her attractive body, offering her the pleasure she oh so deserved... <<s Yara>>It's so hot having you be such a docile girl like that, offering me your exam, and now serving my cunt. You like that, don't you?<</s>> She pulled me away from her body, and I could only moan out in agreement as a response, eager to return to the warmth of her wet folds. I needed to serve my superior. I needed to serve my <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>You're mine. Only mine.<</s>> I moaned out in agreement. My relationships meant nothing near the opportunity to serve my athletic mistress. Her lips returned against mine, as I licked her with reckless abandon. I had the opportunity to serve, and that was all I had in my mind. Servitude. And when she came, her orgasm was a hard-earned treat, as I tasted that tasty nectar from her beautiful folds. I was being rewarded for my hard work by my dominant friend, and I loved it. I deserved it. I'd keep working to please her now and always. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Her pussy needs my lips" "Too dominant for that (30)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>69 is the name of the game. Let's play.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-switch.mp4">> Her on top as she usually would want to be and me beneath her, I had a close up view of her beautiful juices glistening her pussy lips as I licked at her, herself returning the action with pleasureful plays of her own, attacking my sensitive parts with studied motions, her experience apparent. She was doing to me as she would like done to her, and she was doing it well. Our moans rose against each other's nether lips as we continued our intense love-making session, bodies moving in unison and pleasure growing steadily. An exciting position where we were equal in service and pleasure, we found ourselves battling as we always did, but this time in an attempt to bring out the pleasure in the other person. This time trying to make the other cum first. And she was a woman on a mission. <<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">> Licking at me with fervor and intensity, my friend was doing her best to make me submit to her, through the promise of a reward. I had given her a full exam and kept her safe from a bad grade, and in return, she wanted to defeat me by making me reach orgasm first. How expected of her! Our licks and kisses turned more and more intense, more and more passionate with each passing moment. We were lovers on a mission, and that mission was the ultimate pleasure. A beautifull start to a beautiful day of pleasure, culminating in a mutual orgasm that shook us to our cores. <<s Yara>>Thank you for the exam. It meant a lot.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thank you for the orgasm. It meant... Just as much as an orgasm would.<</s>> I said back in a jokeful manner as we snuggled for a while. <<s Yara>>That was a nice workout... Although you'll have to excuse me as I go for my run.<</s>> My friend said with a smile as she went on to wear her running attire. <<s Author>>Oh don't mention it! It was a pleasure!<</s>> I said back, smiling at her. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>She should thank me for what I've done. I'll use her face to get off.">><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-mesub.mp4">>Her lips attacked my lower ones as I stood over her, my athletic once dominant friend brought low in service of her savior. A beautiful sight, of course, but one that felt even better than it looked. <<light Yara>> knew what it took to pleasure another girl, knowing what she'd want for herself, and offered it all to me. I took it gladly, grinding my needy snatch against her lips, almost suffocating her with the intensity I was exhibiting. I enjoyed it a lot, but thought that my friend would enjoy a bit more trash talking. I moved her head away for a moment. <<s Author>>How does it feel, being all that athletic but still having to offer your body in service of the people who save you?<</s>> I asked her teasingly. She could only moan out loud in response, her own fingers looking for her pussy to finger herself. <<s Author>>What a good girl. What a good servant!<</s>> I praised her as I brought her back to my pouty lips. I was getting close, and my friend knew it. <<vid "events/yaraevents/study4-medom.mp4">> In a desperate bid to regain some sort of control, she attacked me with her lips, trying her best to bring out an orgasm from me that would make me weak in the knees. I'll have to give it to her, she was succeeding, as I went down to the floor, quickly followed by her kissing and licking mouth, her assault continued. I still had the power, she was serving me. <<s Author>>Taste something you--- oh! Like?<</s>> I tried teasing in between moans. <<s Yara>>Cum for me.<</s>> Was all she said back. And all she needed to say to bring out an orgasm from me. I obliged, grinding myself hard against her face as waves of orgasm shook through me in quick succession and I found the ultimate pleasure at the lips of my lesbian athlete friend, an eager submissive wanting to serve her superior. <<s Author>>Good job.<</s>> I praised her as I regained my strength. <<s Author>>Can't wait for the next exam.<</s>> My teasing was returned to some of her own, now that the haze of servitude washed away from her mind. <<s Yara>>The only place where you'll have the upper hand is in a class.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>And in my living room.<</s>> I shot back, wiping a stain from her face. She smiled at me as she gathered herself, preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said, remembering to be sweet, as all good dominants are. <<s Yara>>No, thank you. You saved me with the exam.<</s>> She said back to me, smiling. <<s Yara>>I wish I could stay for some aftercare, but there's still energy in me that I only know how to deal with by running.<</s>> She explained as she eventually left my place for her morning run. //That was one hot encounter. Who knew <<light Yara>> could take to servitude so easily?// <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll use her face to get off" "Too submissive for that (30)">><</if>> <<link "I have other engagements. Deny her offer.">><<less "Yara" 3>><<less "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I would not give her what she wants. I had other relationships that meant more to me, and I would not jeapordize them for her. <<s Author>>I appreciate the offer, Yara, but I did not do that for a reward. I just did it for you.<</s>> I said to her, shutting her down. She did not expect that reaction. Somehow, I knew my friend was used to always getting her way, and I had just shut her down. <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> I thought it fit to add, rousing her out of her shocked expression. <<s Yara>>No. I'm the one that's sorry.<</s>> My friend suddenly turned self-conscious as she rushed to put her clothes back on. <<s Yara>>I'm.. I need some time to deal with this.<</s>> She said as she exited my apartment. My friend all but forced herself onto me, thinking I wanted the "reward" she offered... <<light Yara>> was used to have everyone follow her whims and desires, it must have been quite the shock for her to see that I wasn't as willing as she'd imagine I'd be... Something had to give, and it wouldn't be me. <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>>

<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Bathroom Break</h3></center><<pickup $class "Bathroom Break" 1>> Notes and strings and percussions and whatnot. I like music, the noise can create interesting sensations in people, moving them in ways that words cannot express. You can't quite quantify it, it's something you feel more than anything else, and that's what's beautiful with it. But sometimes, your stupid body does things that it's not meant to do, and you have to miss out on music class to go to the toilet. Bladder full, I excuse myself from class and head towards the bathrooms, where I rush to the furthest (and cleanest) stall. That's when I hear them. Bursting through the door, they start heading towards one of the stall, giggling in the process. Then I hear muffled moans. They're kissing. Passionately. And then I can hear these kisses subside, one of them dropping to their knees... Clothing being removed... <<s Jerome>>Go ahead, suck on it.<</s>> Feeling like a pervert, afraid to flush the toilet, I'm stuck there as I hear two individuals enjoying each other's bodies a few feet away. As I try to stand up calmly, my eyes catch the scene that's evolving right nearby. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/toilet-events/toilet1.mp4' max-height='70%'/></center> Working to put on my clothes and strategize, the cloth catches on to the toilet rim, lifting it before it slams down on the toilet. The sound carries in the room, as the two lovers stop their playful explorations. <<s Jerome>>Anyone there?<</s>> A male voice calls out. I panic, open the door in a rush and run outside, not wanting to be caught like a pervert. After rushing away, no clear destination in mind, I reach a bench and sit down on it, catching my breath. Can you believe what just happened? <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>That was hot">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><br><<s Author>>In public!<</s>> //They had sex in public, and if I wasn't there, they'd have kept going! Whoever they are, they didn't care if what they were doing was wrong. They just went for it! And it was hot!// I silently curse myself as I catch my breath. //Why did I have to move? I could've kept listening...// <<s Author>>Maybe next time...<</s>> Will there be a next time? <<link 'Head out'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>How could they do that?">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>They didn't care that they were in public!<</s>> Can you imagine ever doing something like that? I'd die of shame! Then again, it takes courage to do what they did. //Not that I could ever do something like that of course.// Thank god I left when I did, can you imagine what would've happened if they went even further with me just a few feet away?? I doubt they would ever do something like that again now that I basically stopped them. //Would they?// <<link 'Head out'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Should I report them?">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>These people are probably back at it now...<</s>> //Maybe I should've reported them, that would've taught them a lesson.// As I think to myself whether or not it is too late to go back there and stop them in their tracks, I put myself in their shoes. The best I can all things considered. Their actions are reckless, but I doubt they'd keep going after what happened. Maybe next time I can be proactive about this and catch them in the act, call someone on them... //Next time, I take matters in my own hands.// <<link 'Head out'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Biology and Bodies</h3></center><<pickup $class "Biology and Bodies" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Making my way into biology class, I take my seat at the front of the class, ready for another lesson by Ms. <<light Rotherford>>. <<s Rotherford>>Intrinsically, at their base, men and women have fundamental differences that one cannot overlook. If you are to see how one might differ from the other, you will notice a lot of very apparent, very flagrant differences between the two. And that is normal.<</s>> As the teacher goes on and on about the various reasons why men and women are so different from one another, I can't help but think of how absurd these things are. Hey... what do you think I should do now, listen to the class or daydream with you? <div id="choices"> <<link "Listen to class. You might learn something of value.">> <<replace "#choices">>''Listen to class. You might learn something of value.''<<add "grade" 1>> <<s Author>> Okay jeez. I don't know why you're so serious! But thanks, that's a very responsible choice I have to say.<</s>> As the class continues, I feel further enlightened by the wise words of my professor. That was sarcasm by the way. Can I go out now? <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>You're right, class is boring. Let's think of some more clear differences between boys and girls.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>> <<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're right, class is boring. Let's think of some more clear differences between boys and girls.<</s>> I like your style, nameless voice that chooses for me... I don't know why, but listening to my teacher explain these silly differences and how there's a difference between the sexes beyond genitalia... Genitalia... <<picmid "classes/genitalia-difference.jpg">> You know, I never saw a penis in real life before. It's odd how much importance people give such a thing when it's obviously not sanitary or interesting. I mean I've read that they get bigger when a man is excited but like that's nothing too special right? I don't think it is at least... As time passes and I keep thinking about penises, I don't remember much of the class except when the teacher starts pointing out the genital differences. The bell rings before she can go into more detail regarding these things. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<else>><<if $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>>As Ms. <<light Rotherford>> drones on about physical differences between men and women, I thank myself for having taken a seat a bit further back in the class, isolated next to my good friend <<light Leo>>. Diverting my attention from the lesson, I notice that he is particularly interested in what the teacher is saying, enthralled as she elaborates further on the difference in sexes. <<s Author>>Hey, Leo! Is everything okay?<</s>> I laugh softly <<s Leo>>What? Oh yeah.. It's just odd what she's saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Odd? How so?<</s>> I ask, curiosity peaked. <<s Leo>>Oh it's nothing. Just that well she's saying that all men are naturally dominant and have muscles and whatnot.<</s>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/real-man.mp4' width='50%'/></center> I could already see where he was going with this. If one looks at Leo they wouldn't really see the absolute image of masculinity, but he's him I guess, nothing wrong with that! <<s Author>>Hey listen to me. All this talking about sexes... It's meaningless alright? Sex is not equal to gender and also you're you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>I mean you're still a man regardless of your appearance">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're still a man regardless of your appearance. People might look at you differently for it, but I'm sure that with a bit of effort you'd be able to build up the image you want to build.<</s>> I smile at him, showing my support, before we're both called to attention by <<light Rotherford>>, who keeps with her lesson. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go <<link "back to school" "School">><</link>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>I mean you're you, neither here nor there">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're you, neither here nor there. So what if you're not masculine in the strictest of terms? You're unique, Leo, and that's what makes you special to me.<</s>> I smile at him, showing my support to his uniqueness regardless of his gender, before we're both called to attention by Ms.<<light Rotherford>>, who continues with her lesson. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go <<link "back to school" "School">><</link>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>I mean you're feminine, and that is fine">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I mean you're feminine, but so what? There's nothing wrong in being unique like that, and noone should make you feel any bad for it. It doesn't necessarily mean you're a girl, but that wouldn't be so bad, would it? My bestie Lea.<</s>> I smile at him wide, and can see him blushing a bit at the thought. We both turn to look at Ms. Rotherford, who continues her lesson unbothered. And on that note, class found its end, and I was left to go <<link "back to school" "School">><</link>>.<</replace>><</link>> </div><</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/soccer.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Conflict of Interest</h3></center><<pickup $class "Conflict of Interest" 1>> Sometimes sports classes can be fun. Especially when the coach doesn't really care about giving lessons and drills, and simply allows us to play and have fun. Soccer was the game of the session, and while it was a fun game, we were all required to participate. <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>>! Excited to play?<</s>> <<light Eric>> was for all sense and purpose, a stranger. He's always there, around me, and has been at the school every since we started attending years ago, and has been there since, but nothing about him is truly special you know... I've always had my doubts that he has a secret crush on me or something. <<s Samuel>>Of course she is! She'll be playing with me today.<</s>> <<light Samuel>>, on the other hand, was a new guy at the school. His eyes grabbed your attention and his tone was always somewhat breathy, seductive. I never knew if he was actively hitting on me or if it was simply the way he talked, but I always felt important around him. Coach called us all in to separate the teams, and it seemed like he is going through some serious marital problems since he didn't even bother to do that. Calling me and <<light Yara>> in, he tasks us of choosing our people for the game. While both men were capable players, I knew as did <<light Yara>> that we would each be able to snag one of them for the game. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Choose Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//<<light Samuel>> was obviously the superior athlete, and I just had to have him on my team. The fact that he made me feel good about myself wasn't as relevant, right?// As the game started, the ball was thrown back and forth quite a few times. Opportunities were missed but we were doing well as a team. At one point, I received the ball in the perfect place for a goal, and tried my chance. <<if $athletics gte 10>>Aiming for the upper right corner, my ball finds home behind the net in amazing fashion, securing the point for my team. <center><img src='images/classes/samuel-win.jpg' width='50%'></center> <div id="celebration">Time to celebrate! <<link "Celebrate with the whole team">><<replace "#celebration">>Jumping up and down, I head back to my team, high-fiving some of them and hugging others. Proud of my accomplishment, I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Celebrate alone and taunt the other team">><<less "Eric" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>I let the adrenaline rush get to my head as I celebrate with a hearty roar, looking at the opposing team and laughing in their face as a few of my team members join me from the back. I smile at <<light Yara>> and <<light Eric>> as they accept their defeat at my agile feet. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Celebrate with the assist maker, Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>Ecstatic at the goal I just scored, I turned towards the person who gave me the assist,<<light Samuel>>, and jump in his arms in celebration. Carrying me in his strong hands, he jumps along, both of us happy with the goal I just scored. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-hug.jpg">> The other team looks along as he carries me back to our side of the field, <<light Eric>> included. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>I give the ball a hearty kick, but miss the goal entirely. Intercepted by one of the defense, <<light Eric>>, he attempts to move it up the field as he's cut off by <<light Samuel>>, who impressively yet slightly agressively snatches to ball away and gives it a strong, precise kick, to the back of their net. <center><img src='images/classes/samuel-win.jpg' width='50%'></center> <div id="celebration">Time to celebrate! <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Jump in his arms in celebration">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>Ecstatic at the goal he just scored, I rush towards <<light Samuel>>, and jump in his arms in celebration. Carrying me in his strong hands, he jumps along, both of us happy with the impressive goal he just scored. <<pichalf "classes/samuel-hug.jpg">> The other team looks along as he carries me back to our side of the field, <<light Eric>> included. I'm all smiles as class ends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Join the team in celebration">><<replace "#celebration">>Rushing around me, the team joins <<light Samuel>> to celebrate the goal, as I join them all in the point we just snagged for the team. We share a smile as we head back to our side of the field. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Check up on Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#celebration">>The goal might've been impressive, but<<light Eric>>looks hurt to me as I approach him, the team celebrating behind. <<s Author>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> He looks up, and noticing it's me checking up on him, puts on a strong face. <<s Eric>>Yeah yeah, all is good. Thanks for asking.<</s>> His hand on his knee tells me otherwise, but before I get to chance to act on it, I'm cut off by <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Come on, <<print $name>>. We need to go back to our side of the field.<</s>> He gives a side glance to the white guy, before grabbing me along. The game ends soon thereafter, my excitement somewhat lessened by the intensity of it. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I'm sure having him on my team will push him to perform even better than others, and so I choose<<light Eric>>to join my side. As the game progresses, I start noticing our team performing a bit worse than the other one, chemistry somewhat missing. And with a coach that doesn't seem interested in doing what he was paid to do, busy talking to - judging by the tone he was taking - his cheating wife, I felt the responsibility to rally my team fall onto my shoulders. <div id="rally"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Rally the team by motivating them">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#rally">><<s Author>>Alright listen up people! We need to be more and do more if we want to do this. Yes sure our grade will not be impacted whatsoever because the coach doesn't care. But do you know who cares? I do. And I know you do too. So let's show them what we have!<</s>> My speech seems to have an effect on my fellow team-mates... For like 2 minutes. And then <<light Samuel>> scores a goal. And another. And another. <center><img src='images/classes/samuel-win.jpg' width='50%'></center> The game ends in an abysmal performance, but hey at least everyone had fun right? <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Reprimand the weakest link, Eric">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#rally">>In my frustration, I see <<light Eric>> missing his mark, causing a man to be open, who receives the ball and lodges it in the back of the net. I allow my anger to control me, he needs a lesson. <<s Author>>Are you stupid or what?? How could you let him go like that?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm sorry, I just couldn't catch up.<</s>> <<s Author>>No wonder you couldn't. You're such a failure.<</s>> Having berated my teammate, I carry that anger with me as the game progresses, and ultimately score a goal for my team. He dare not look me in the eye as I celebrate my point. A sly <<light Samuel>> shimes in with a congratulations. //At least he knows how to play, I should've chosen him.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 13>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Come up with a winning strategy">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#rally">>Soccer might be a physical game, but people's actions come from their mindsets. Noticing a lack in the other team's defenses, I gather my team and offer we lull them into a strong offensive, pulling their key players in, before launching an immediate counter-attack against their team. Surely enough, my strategy works against the other team as we start scoring and turning the tides of the game, impressing them with our comeback. <<pichalf "classes/eric-win.jpg">> Everyone's all smiles and fun when we leave the field, all confident we did our best and learned something new. All except for the coach, of course, who's still in his fight with his wife over the phone. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Come up with a winning strategy" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 5">><</if>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Creative Dancing</h3></center> <div id="choices"><<if $dance.has('EvaLeo') or $dance.has('JeromeJasmin') or $dance.has('SamuelEric')>>Back at dance class, I had to repeat last time's assignment, this time with new people apparently.<<else>>Interestingly enough, sometimes it feels like classes at my school come out of nowhere, with no real explanation as to what they mean. Dance class, which comes like once every week or so, is one of those classes that simply make you ask yourself "what to fuck is going on?" In today's lesson, we apparently had to team up and create a choreography to a song of our choice, all within the hour. I had my pick of three different groups.<</if>> <<if $dance.has('JeromeJasmin')>><<dark "Team up with Jerome and Jasmin" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Jerome and Jasmin">><<pickup $dance 'JeromeJasmin' 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>These two have always been the most entertaining couple in the school. The way she fawns over him and his poise have always been an interest to us all. However, if you were to ask them about it, they'd deny anything happening. Typical couple stuff you know... Anyway it was at this point that I noticed that I might've made a mistake joining these two in their team, as I had a peculiar choice to make regarding the performance we needed to do. <div id="choices2"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Perform a raunchy rap song">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dirty-dancing.jpg">> Drilled by <<light Jerome>> on how to really improve our dancing, he teaches both <<light Jasmin>> and I how to twerk better, how to get low, and basically how to dance to rap songs. Our performance is exhausting but well worth the positive reactions we get, and seeing the smile on <<light Jasmin>>'s face during all of it makes it all worth the performance. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Perform a romantic song where two girls fight over the man">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><img src="images/classes/dance-classes/jeromesensual.jpg" width="60%"></center> Following <<light Jerome>>'s lead, <<light Jasmin>> and I listen to his tale of loe and deception, and implement it in a choreography that flows with ease and beauty. Not expecting this much emotions to be felt in a simple dance, I start feeling with the character I am playing, truly wanting to have the man all to myself. I find great pleasure and joy when the scene ends with me in his arms, <<light Jasmin>> thrown aside and begging at our feet. //Has she no shame, doing this just for a performance?// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has('EvaLeo')>><<dark "Team up with Eva and Leo" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Eva and Leo">><<pickup $dance 'EvaLeo' 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src='images/classes/dance-classes/leoeva.jpg' width='500px' title='Me, Leo, and Eva'> My two friends are overjoyed to see me join their team in today's class, as we set about talking about what it actually means to have dancing classes in highschool instead of concentrating on //better things//. While <<light Eva>> and I seem to be on the same page about the uselessness of it all, <<light Leo>> convinces us that having fun every once in a while isn't so bad after all. Setting aside the why, we concentrated on the what. <div id="choices2">We had to choose what performance we were giving. <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Dance to a musical song">><<less "grade" 2>><<replace "#choices2">>Making the easy choice, we decide to look at musicals for their choreography and learn that, finding ease in performing something that already is there and perfectly fits the song chosen. When the teacher penalizes us for not creating the choreography like the lesson required, our nagging gets us nowhere. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Dance to a pop song">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/leoeva.jpg">> Using pop songs to dance to, we create a choreography that's playful, each lip-syncing to one part of the song while the others danced around them. In performing the dance, at the part where the rapper starts his tirade, <<light Leo>> starts singing along as <<light Eva>> and I twerk around him. We are immediately halted by a few of the students in class. <<s Julio>>Yo that's some insensitive shit. Cut it out.<</s>> Unaware of the optics of our performance, we profusely apologize to the other students, halting our performance. The teacher removes grades, but I'd rather that than more tension. We were in the wrong. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Dance to a feminine song">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/singleladies.jpg">> Despite his initial protests, <<light Leo>> joins us in dancing to the hit song "All the Single Ladies", shaking his ass with us and overall being one of the girls in the dance. Our performance is beautiful, and we share a huge smile at the end of it, catching our breath. Try as he may, femininity suits him. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has('SamuelEric')>><<dark "Team up with Samuel and Eric" "I already partnered with them.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Team up with Samuel and Eric">><<pickup $dance 'SamuelEric' 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Joining the two boys for this session's dance class, I'm excited to see where our performance will take us. After presenting their ideas, I am left to be the one to choose what we will be doing. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Samuel's Idea - Street Fight with Female presenter">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dancefight.jpg">> Following <<light Samuel>>'s lead, we decide to do somehting a bit different and perform a dance that incorporates fight moves and athletic performance. While <<light Eric>> is lacking in a few areas of his performance, we use it to our advantage in telling the story where <<light Samuel>> is ultimately victorious. The professor points out at the end of our performance that I was relegated to being a background characters, and as such my grade will suffer. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Eric's Idea - A Romantic menage a trois">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<light Eric>>'s idea is an interesting one. A dance where they both fight over me, pulling me from one side to the other possesively, is something that will sure to entertain and catch the professor's attention. Losing myself in the performance, I see a beauty in simply letting go and joining one, seperating, then joining the other. Flashing back to our training, we never decided in whcih direction I would head in the end. Which of them I would choose. And now, as the dance ends and both of them look at me in expectation, I am left with a choice: <div id="choices3"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Choose Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Turning to my white friend, I walk towards him as the song ends, and wrap my arms around him, breathing heavily. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Choose Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/samuelchoice.jpg">>Turning towards the new black guy, a relative stranger, I am lost in his eyes as I hug him and feel his arms around me. Taking a deep breath, his masculine musk fills my nostrils. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts >= 17>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Choose neither">><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I think of a third option, one that sends a deeper message than whatever the choice has to be. I look at one, then turn to look at the other, before simply looking ahead and leaving them both hanging. The professor praises the ending, a message of independence away from the confines of men and choice. I'm happy with the boost in my grade. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose neither" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 17">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/history-of-africa.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>History of Africa</h3></center><<pickup $class "History of Africa" 1>> As I walk into history class, I grab my seat next to my friend <<light Jasmin>>. After a short while, the teacher walks into class, starting the lesson. I immediately start drifting off as we are met with meaningless conversations about events happening far away from my country, in another continent altogether. Why should I care what is happening to people in that area? As I look around the class for some distraction, I notice <<light Jasmin>> next to me is engaged in what the teacher is explaining. Apparently, she still is very interested in whatever is happening overseas in some forgotten African country. As the bell rings and class ends, I am approached by my friend, who calls out to me: <<s Jasmin>> Hey! Can you believe all these stories? How dare the world act that way towards human beings?<</s>> <<s Author>> I know... It's heartbreaking.<</s>> I can't seem to put much emotion behind the words I am saying. Jasmin looks at me suspiciously. <<s Jasmin>> Wait... Do you really not care about Africans that much?<</s>> <div id="choices"><center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "Choosing the second option will lock off all social media BNWO elements from the game.">></center> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Wait. No. I do care about them">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "AfricaInsta" 1>> <<replace "#choices">>I rethink my position regarding the subject, and notice that the issue itself is important, despite the class being boring. <<s Author>>I do. I do care about them.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> looks at me, nods, and continues talking: <<s Jasmin>> It's good to hear that. Then you wouldn't mind following a few pages on instagram that help in sharing positive news and fights for their causes, right?<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/bnwo-share-announced.jpg">> As she stares at me, almost challenging me to disagree, I find myself nodding to her, accepting whatever she wants to spring unto me. Noticing my silence, she smiles widely, kisses me on the cheek, and starts walking away with a spring to her step. <<s Jasmin>> Make sure you follow the pages I send you! Interact with them girlie!<</s>> She shouts out down the corridor. I decide to <<link 'leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>>. <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't really care...">><<less "Jasmin" 3>> <<replace "#choices">> Honestly there's so much going on. <<s Author>>There's enough struggle here. Why should I care about people overseas Jasmin?<</s>> As I say these words, <<light Jasmin>> looks at me in disbelief. I feel like I personally offended her, even though she shares nothing with these people... <<s Jasmin>>Wow. I did not expect that from you, <<print $name>>. Have a nice day.<</s>> As she walks away, I cannot help but feel like this has placed a true strain on our friendship. I decide to <<link 'leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>> <</link>> </div>

<<if $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>><center><<pichead "locations/gymnasium.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Introduction to Gymnastics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Intro to Gymnastics" 1>> They're jumping, expressing themselves, happy to flaunt their bodies, and here I am in gymnastics class watching it all unfold... <<if $athletics >=10>>As I join in, I can't help but be proud of the way my body can handle the physical pressure.<<else>>Joining the activities, I struggle silently in my own corner.<</if>> <<light Yara>> spots me from the side of her eye and walks towards me, wanting to talk. <<s Yara>>Hey you! How are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara. I'm doing fine and you?<</s>> Yara looks at me, and it seems like she notices something. <<s Yara>>Fine is too big a word. Your form needs improvement. Here let me help.<</s>> Without warning, she places her hand on my back and gently pushes me forward, bent as I reach for my toes. <<picmid "classes/stretching-yara2.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ouch it hurts.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Is it unbearable?<</s>> I think for a moment. <<s Author>>No. It's fine.<</s>> <<s Yara>> Good. That means that it's working. Breathe.<</s>> I follow her request and take a deep breath. As I exhale she pushes a bit more on my back. The pain is strong. <<s Yara>>Listen to your breath and match mine. I want you to bend all nice and tight for me<</s>> //Tight?// At my next exhale, Yara pushes a bit more and I hear her say softly under her breath <<s Yara>>good girl<</s>> <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Follow her request and push my limits">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I listen to her //like a good girl// and breathe along, trying to match our breaths as she pushes me to stretch more than I ever had. Her expertise is not lost on me as this training improves my abilities a lot. A while later, as she lets go of me, I look at her in the eyes as I thank her. <<s Author>>This was better than I expected.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You're welcome girl. Next time you do me.<</s>> I wouldn't mind that... //Wait I do her?// <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Her closeness to my body is distracting">><<add "Yara" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara1.jpg">> I can feel her hands on my back as she whispers these words in my ear. They send a beautiful chill down my spine as I softly moan, than tense up a bit, hoping she didn't listen to that. <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I silently curse myself. <<s Author>> All is fine.<</s>> I tell her, feeling myself grow hornier by the second at being bent in front of her like a pretzel. She adjusts her hands on my back, and I can feel them start to wrap a bit further around me. These beautiful athletic hands that are morphing me to her liking. I lose myself in the sensation for a short while, and let off an audible gasp as I feel myself drifting. She stops her pressure. <<s Author>>No..<</s>> I softly say as she moves aside and looks me in the eye. She lifts my chin up to look right at me. <<s Yara>>Good job. You'll get there eventually.<</s>> I blush slightly, unable to maintain eye contact. She smiles softly. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>I don't care to push my limits... And she's awfully close to my liking.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>These two words immediately put me out of the whole thing. I pry myself away from her. <<s Author>>Please stop. I don't know what you're doing but I'm not in need of your help.<</s>> She looks at me, startled by my sudden outburst. I don't feel comfortable. <<s Author>>Look Yara, I'm sorry but this is definitely not working for me.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I understand. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.<</s>> I give her a small smile before going about doing other stuff. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<if $evaavoid is true and $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>><center><<pichead "classes/fifty.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Literary Values</h3></center><<pickup $class "Literary Values" 1>> Some days, school simply forgets what it stands for and suddenly starts teaching the most unhinged things. This was one of these days. When we started English class, we didn't know what the teacher had in mind for us as they put forth one name. E L James. What ensued was one of the most unhinged conversations I've ever seen palyed out in class, as students went to war about the legitimacy of erotic fiction as literature, all the while the professor was watching on as the debate flared. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. On the one hand, it was the professor that has launched the topic. On the other, the topic in question was one of the most vile ones I've ever seen debated in an academic setting, and I have classes with Mr. <<light Bekham>>, so that was saying something. I didn't know where things were headed, but the professor shimed in with her question: <<s professor>>Who has actually read any of his books?<</s>> Seeing <<light Eva>> shyly raise her hand along a few of the other students put me in shock. I never would've expected her to be the kind to read such a book, let alone admit to it! She dared not look me in the eyes. <<s professor>>And how did you feel about what you read?<</s>> Her question was directed towards my friend. <<s Eva>>I didn't like the way the book falsely portrayed the BDSM community. In looking for cheap audience collection, the author basically lost the attention to accurate representation, a cornerstone of any literary creation.<</s>> <<s Yara>>He might have cut corners, but at the end of the day, he was able to bring an obscure aspect of that community you apparently belong to and bring it to light to a wider audience.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not a submissive<</s>> <<s Yara>>Never said you were.<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s comment illicits laughs from the whole class. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Laugh along">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I can't help but laugh along at the joke, despite it being at the expense of a friend. Eva notices this and frowns at me, before carrying on with the original conversation: <<s Eva>>Despite his good words and eloquent turn of phrase, the impact that his erroneous portrayal of the BDSM community cannot be denied. His work is admirable on a literary front, but on a humanitarian front he still has a lot to prove.<</s>> The professor can't help but smile for a bit, glad that <<light Eva>> was able to maintain her composure and keep at the task at hand. Yara's comment was too funny to ignore, honestly. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Defend Eva's submissiveness">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What's so wrong in being submissive?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you saying you're a submissive too, $name ?<</s>> I look at <<light Eva>>, staring back at me, unable to discern her emotions, and take the plunge. <<s Author>>Yes, I am, so what. Does it invalidate anyone's opinion what they are?<</s>> <<s professor>>Please, let's go back to the topic at hand and move away from this tangeant.<</s>> <<light Yara>> smirks at me still after my honest reveal, seemingly reading right through me. As I turn to look at <<light Eva>>, she gives me a compassionate smile. //Submissives unite!// I guess... <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Eva is right">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The fact of the matter remains the same, one successful author who uses a certain aspect of human experience just for shock value and to bring in revenue is hardly enough representation. This is the same as having a queer character in modern TV, just to kill them off because they need the as plot device and not as a character of their own.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Exactly. Using the struggles of a certain marginzalized group just for revenue is exactly what's wrong in all kinds of art, chief of all literature which is meant to be an image of society.<</s>> I can see the professor is impressed by our arguments as she takes a note on her files. <<light Yara>> even seems convinced by what we've said, which makes me happy. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Yara is right">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have to agree with Yara on this one.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That Eva is a submissive?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but also that representation, no matter how small, matters. So what if the spanking happens by hand or with a paddle? If someone would like to know more about the subject, they can do their own research. Literature has always been but a window, an artform like all others that uses aspects to paint a picture, and most often, artforms at their base lack the full picture because that's the subjectivity of them. Even sculpture lack the skin tone.<</s>> <<light Eva>> seems to be demotivated to take the topic further, preferring to remain silent. The professor notes my participation in class, which makes me happy. <<light Yara>> smiles at me, whispering to me without anyone to hear:<<s Yara>>good girl.<</s>> I hide my blushing face from her, but doubt she missed my rosy cheeks. <<link 'Leave class'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<if $evaavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/arithmetics.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Simple Arithmetics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Simple Arithmetics" 1>> One plus one equals 2. Simple, straightforward. Then out of the blue we're talking about strings and parabolas and the weirdest shapes and forms, asking about exes without knowing why. I have no idea when we reached that point in my education but suddenly I am faced with the oddest of "numbers" if you could even call them that. <<pic Eva>><</pic>> After class ended, I was approached by <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Hey friend. Do you have any idea what that was about?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly I have no idea, I wish I knew.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Good to hear I'm not the only one.<</s>> I find comfort in the fact that we're both on the same page. <<s Eva>>I sometimes wonder if it is easier to be less smart, you know...<</s>> <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I mean look at //Elsa//. She has no clue what's going on around her and yet is always happy. Don't you sometimes wish you were this... simple?<</s>> <div id="choices">I don't know whether I should <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Agree with her">><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You actually make a very valid point. It would be nice not to care for once...<</s>> <<s Eva>> I know right! People would attribute your misdeeds over your stupidity, not your character.<</s>> <<s Author>>Spoken like a true philosopher!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah, I'm too smart to play dumb.<</s>> <<link 'continue'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> or <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Disagree with her">><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I can't agree to that. We were blessed with brains to use them, not to place them as decoration.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah but sometimes it can get overbearing. I wish there was a way I could simply... I don't know... Shut it off for a while and just go for stuff.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know what you mean. I for one am happy that my brain is functional and well.<</s>> <<link 'continue'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> or <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>moderation is key">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace"#choices">><<s Author>>You might have a point, but I personally like my thoughts and creative spirit.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not saying to become a completely vapid person, but like I don't know if I really want to care about hyperboles and all that useless mathematical nonesense.<</s>> <<s Author>>That I can agree with. There are times to be smart and there are times to not think. Math class is one of those times.<</s>> We both laugh at the joke as we walk down the school corridors. <<link 'continue'>><<goto "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>. </div>

<<if $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/theater.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Ancient Theater</h3></center><<pickup $class "Ancient Theater" 1>> <div id="continue">Literature class often has interesting topics that challenge your view of the world and yourself. This particular class was going in a certain direction, and seated next to <<light Leo>> I was receiving signs from him that were quite telling. As Mr. <<light Carter>>, theater professor at the school and "guest speaker" was giving his lecture about ancient Shakespeare traditions and customs, he broached an interesting subject. <<s Carter>>...Back then, males used to take all of the parts of the plays written by Shakespeare, even the female parts. Though we find it unusual now, in their times it was the norm to see such fluidity in the performances. The white male of that century accepted aspects that would make of him a better performer.<</s>> And then, looking at <<light Leo>>, he saw it fit to add: <<s Carter>>I can even see some of you here who would've been casted as females, with a bit of work.<</s>> I turned to look at my friend, obviously hurt by what was said. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of class, I approach my friend to talk to him. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, is everything ok?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah yeah, all good. Apparently I am not man enough to act as a man.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait, you want to become an actor?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Not really... I mean I don't know. Look it's just odd that he would say that you know...<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him he meant nothing by it">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You know Mr. Carter and how he talks! Come on Leo he meant nothing by it!<</s>> <<s Leo>>And what if he did?<</s>> <<s Author>>Even if he did, are you going to let a theater teacher define who you are??<</s>> Leo seems to get along to my way of thinking. <<s Author>>Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach theater! Besides, it is never too late to change things you know...<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right, $name . Thank you, really!<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, friend!<</s>> <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>So what if you were not the spitting image of masculinity?">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>So what if you were not the spitting image of masculinity? Not everyone needs to be buff and strong and masculine and dirty you know...<</s>> <<s Leo>>But I'm supposed to want it, no?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're supposed to want what you actually feel like wanting, not whatever they tell you to aspire to.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is easier to follow what already is there honestly. But you do make a point, I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know I'm right.<</s>> Although tactless, my point of view was made to my friend. I just hope he listens to it and takes it to heart. <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He has something special that he should benefit from.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's a strength, Leo, being different.<</s>> <<s Leo>>A strength that leads to my ridicule?<</s>> <<s Author>>A strength that allows you to be seen, understood more deeply than others. I feel comfortable talking to you, not despite of your femininity, but because of it!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Wait, what?<</s>> <<s Author>>Besides, not any man would be able to take the female part, they had to be special in order to play these coveted parts! You are special, like these people, in a sense that you are defining who you are at every step of the way. People wish they had your ability!<</s>> <<s Leo>>You know what? You're right! Fuck Mr Carter!<</s>> His words grab the attention of one of the nearby students. Leo rushes to apologize. <<s Leo>>Sorry, I didn't...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay Leo, noone cares. Althought that wasn't very ladylike.<</s>> I smile at him. We both laugh at the joke. <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/chemistry.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Basic Chemistry</h3></center><<pickup $class "Basic Chemistry" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s professor>>Please don't go around touching objects and substances that you shouldn't. We are in the lab and we should act accordingly.<</s>> The professor was stern, monotone in her voice but precise about what she was saying. Here we were, at the school's lab, for our chemistry class, about to discover the properties of water! And it was honestly exciting, had we been given free reign to do our own experiments. We had to just watch our professor do her tricks for the whole class as we watched along and observed the right way to do things since we "couldn't be trusted" with the equipment for our first time there. It was therefore less than ideal as the professor droned on about what she was doing and the variations of decanters and the effects they would have on the substances inside. <<s professor>><<print $name>> will you come join me for this exercise?<</s>> She called out to me, out of all the students in the class. I walked over next to her in my lab coat, hoping to secure a bump to my grade. <<s professor>>You'll be taking care of the heat, making sure that this substance doesn't go beyond the number you have in front of you, as I explain the specifics of what is going on. Just make sure that it never goes above this number but is as close to it as it can be.<</s>> She had given me my task, and hand on the lever I was about to fulfill it, when I noticed that I will have to either concentrate on the temperature or on her speech. <div id="choices"><<if $smarts lte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Why bother, let's daydream">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not finding the attraction of having to concentrate on either of these two honestly boring options, I decided to watch the flame I was taking care of, see how it swung back and forth and brought with it a beautiful heat that shifted colors with its intensity. //Woah! It turns blue when it's warmer!// Allowing myself the distraction, I zoned out the voice of my professor explaining whatever it was that she was explaining, a hazy fume filling my mind. Fume... <<s professor>><<print $name>>! You stupid girl look what you've done!<</s>> The voice coupled with a sharp tug at my shoulder broke me out of my daydream,, as I notice the added heat had turned the substance into vapor, an unfortunate incident. <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> I say halfheartedly, bored beyond words. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Why bother, let's daydream" "I'm too smart for this.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Concentrate on the temperature">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Removing the professor's sound from my mind, I concentrated entirely on the flame flickering in front of me, observing it closely and doing my best to make sure that the temperature it cause didn't allow the substance to go overboard. I was vigilant, concentrated and careful, as I watched the flames flicker and changed its intensity and color to match my requirements. The hazy noise in the background did nothing to divert my attention from my task, and I only noticed it had ended when a hand was placed on my shoulder. <<s professor>>Good job, <<print $name>>.<</s>> the professor said as she took over, noticing my digilent work. //I did well. I wonder what that was for though, this class makes no sense!// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Concentrate on the explanation">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The dilemma had no solution, and I preferred to understand the lesson rather than do some menial task who wouldn't get me anywhere. And so, I diregarded my task and left the flames at a relatively low temperature to listen to what the professor was saying. <<s professor>>And so that substance is used in multiple different places in the household, a true glue that allows for multiple functions.<</s>> <<light Eva>> raised her hand. <<s Eva>>Professor, how do people use it?<</s>> <<s professor>>Well, as you'd have learned so far with class, every substance has a temperature threshold. If this substance grows hot, it creates a toxic fume.<</s>> She smiled. <<s professor>>And if it grows too cold, it will coagulate and become a hard substance that cannot be broken apart. That is why the mix is created on the spot, warm, and applied to the area-<</s>> I quickly snapped my eyes towards the heat I was supposed to be providing. As explained, the substance had grown cold and solid. //Shit.// <<s professor>>I should've known not to trust you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The professor interjected as she noticed my mistake. //That's gonna cost me my grade, but at least now I know what that does, right?// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<if $evaavoid is true or $yaraavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>>We were at the lab once more, deep in an experimentation, mixing chemical components and seeing how they would react to one another. The professor had separated us into pairs, and I had been thankfully paired with my good friend <<light Eva>>. <<s Author>>So, ready to see how these will react to one another?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Eva>>This is quite meaningless. We already know what's going to happen. We studied it, remember?<</s>> Obviously, <<light Eva>> was referring to a lesson that was given a few weeks ago regarding the acidity of elements. She wasn't as impressed by the lesson. On a table nearby, <<light Yara>> was paired with <<light Jerome>>. An unusual coupling, sure, but equally leveled when it came to chemistry. And they had minimal chemistry too. <<s Yara>>That's not what you're supposed to do!<</s>> My friend's voice was raising in the face of the dominant man, a true test of wills between them two. <<s Jerome>>What the fuck are you on about?<</s>> He shot back, making sure that the teacher was elsewhere in class, distracted by other students. <<s Jerome>>We need to mix these two together to know what level of acidity they are in.<</s>> Obviously, there was a misunderstanding, as I turned to look at what was happening. <<light Jerome>>, mistakingly, had decided to mix the two chemical components to be tested with one another, creating a true foaming mess in their solutions. <<s Yara>>No. Look at what you did. There is no way our papers will be able to translate the issue well.<</s>> Their fighting was growing, as I turned to look at <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Should we help them?<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't this affect our grade?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Eva>>Not if we make sure not to be caught.<</s>> She pointed out, looking at me intently. Was I willing to risk it to help these two? And who should be the one to distract the teacher? I knew whoever stayed behind would have to deal with their fighting too... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I help them, Eva distracts">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I made my decision. <<s Author>>Go ahead and distract her. I'm on it.<</s>> I told my friend, ushering her along as i approached the other two. <<s Yara>>What are we supposed to do now. You've ruined it.<</s>> I shushed her. <<s Author>>Lower your voice. I'm here to help.<</s>> I announced, putting my hands on the substances immediately and emptying them in the nearby drain. <<s Yara>>What are you doing?<</s>> She was livid. <<s Author>>I'll give you some of ours. Relax. Come.<</s>> I ushered them along as I witnessed <<light Eva>> talking to the professor about nonesense, and her hopes for the future, and wanting to continue higher education in that domain... She was obviously lying, but the professor didn't catch on, eager to share about her own experience in the field. <<s Jerome>>Thanks for the help, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My male friend spoke with appreciation. <<s Author>>Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?<</s>> I spoke in hushed whispers. <<light Yara>> wasn't as calm. <<s Yara>>You're lucky <<print $name>> is here I swear.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> frustratingly looked at my friend. I didn't know if it was my place to interject. Maybe this was an opportunity to influence <<light Yara>> for the better? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reprimand her for the way she's speaking">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "YaraChemReprimand" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Hey Yara calm it, will you?<</s>> I interjected, standing up to a grateful <<light Jerome>>. <<light Yara>> took offense at that. <<s Yara>>Seriously, you're taking his side?<</s>> <<s Author>>People make mistakes, it's okay. At least he's trying and making up for it, no?<</s>> I said, pointing out how he was aiding in what I was doing. <<s Jerome>>Minimum I could do.<</s>> He sounded apologetic, but I knew he was leaving the fight to me. I was closer to <<light Yara>>, I could exhibit a larger influence on her. <<s Yara>>But-<</s>> <<s Author>>No buts. Before you're quick to judgement, maybe you should put on people's shoes for a while.<</s>> I pointed out, before elaborating: <<s Author>>Jerome did nothing too wrong. You're just more frustrated because he's a man.<</s>> I decided to push her further, seeing her weakened position. She was vulnerable to my advances. <<s Yara>>You...<</s>> She wasn't sure what to say. I looked at her pointedly. She cracked. <<s Yara>>You're right. I'm sorry Jerome.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> smiled at this development, getting closer to my friend. <<s Jerome>>All is forgiven. Let's hug it out.<</s>> He said, opening up his arms to take her in. <<light Yara>> hesitated for a moment before leaning into his space, his hands wrapping around her as she looked at me from behind his hulking mass. <<light Yara>>'s eyes opened up with a weird apprehension at what was happening. I kept a strong face as I saw her slowly calm in the hands of the strong figure that held her. There was a sense of resignation to her, one that I rarely saw, and yet one that <<light Jerome>> expertly brought out. Seeing <<light Yara>> in such a state was intriguing... Did it make me happy somehow? Did it turn me on? I didn't know, but was willing to explore these possibilities even more. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>She's right. Jerome messed up">><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't help but feel that my female friend was right in her reprimandations of our friend. I decided to share my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>The directions are pretty clear, Jerome.<</s>> I interjected, giving my two cents on the subject. <<light Yara>> immediately took it upon herself to further attack him. <<s Yara>>See?<</s>> She felt validated in her reproach. <<s Jerome>>Okay, okay, let's calm down. Shit happens.<</s>> He was getting frustrated by our attacks, not willing to take it lying down. <<s Yara>>Thanks.<</s>> She told me in a whisper, her hand hooking my waist as she approached me. I felt myself weak in the knees as I took in her physical contact, glad I was able to help her in her position and further validated with the work I was doing for them. <<light Jerome>> frustratingly kept his distance as my hand got even closer to me. <<s Yara>>You should've been my partner.<</s>> She said, almost a whisper in my ear. I looked at her. <<s Yara>>My class partner.<</s>> She smiled her sweet, naughty little smiles, as I found myself turning back towards the solution I was creating, not wanting to get distracted by her lips... I felt the heat rise in me as I tried distracting myself from what was happening right on my midsection, her roaming hand discovering further than it usually would. My eyes drifted as I looked at <<light Eva>> giving a fake laugh at something the professor said, then looking at me with eyes that implored me to go faster. She was taking the heat of this interaction, yet I probably was feeling hottest at the moment... Solution finished, I presented <<light Yara>> with the outcome. Her smile grew wide. <<s Yara>>Thank you.<</s>> My friend said aloud, before adding in a whisper:<<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> I found myself blush at that as they both headed back to their desk. //Mission success!// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Not my place to interject.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Why bother myself to interject in their arguments. Mistakes happen, and people get emotional about them. I decided to ignore their bickering as I did the experiment for them, making quick work of the whole thing and presenting them with the result. <<s Author>>There you go.<</s>> I offered them part of the solution in their own container, ushering them along to their own table. Their arguments remained even after my solution was presented to them. At least I did a good deed, right? <<light Eva>> eventually released the teacher from her distraction, and headed back towards me. //Mission success.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Makes Eva more submissive and less smart">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Eva helps them, I distract">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I nodded at my friend, understanding what needed to be done to offer our friends aid, as I headed towards our teacher on the other side of the laboratory. <<light Eva>> was quick on her feet to go and help our friends with their own project as I got closer to my mark. <<s Author>>Hey miss... I don't feel so well...<</s>> I spoke with a heaving breath, trying to catch her attention and distract her from her current task. <<s professor>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> I gave a fake moan. <<s Author>>I'm not so sure... The smoke from the acid... It...<</s>> I allowed my legs to give off from underneath me, as the teacher rushed to catch me. I steadied my step. From the corner of my eye, I could see <<light Eva>> resolving the issue at hand. She still needed more time. <<s Author>>I don't feel so good.<</s>> I spoke in slurred words. The worry on the teacher's face was immense, I almost felt bad for her. <<s professor>>I told you all not to smell anything or touch anything. Where's your mask?<</s>> Her frsutration was clear as she took me towards a chair to have me sit on it. <<s Author>>I had my mask on.<</s>> I continued with the ruse as I made sure she had her back turned to our friends. <<s professor>>Oh my. The reaction might have been too strong with you.<</s>> She furrowed her brows. <<s professor>>Wait here.<</s>> She turned to head towards the closet near my friends. They were about to get caught. <<s Author>>No wait.<</s>> I called out to her, grabbing her arm to keep her eyes on me. I looked at them. <<light Eva>> had accomplished her mission. <<s Author>>I'm actually feeling better now, thanks.<</s>> I immediately stood with all my energy, heading back towards my desk and smiling at <<light Eva>> on my way. //Mission success.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Makes Eva smarter and I can't influence my friends">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>No need to help them. Our grade's what's important.">><<add "grade" 2>><<less "Eva" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I honestly didn't feel like risking my own grade to help my friends. They made their bed, let them lie in it. <<s Author>>Do we really need to help them? They're both overbearing...<</s>> I spoke with a decent level of disdain to the idea. <<light Eva>> was quick to pick up on it and acquiese. <<s Eva>>You're right. Better secure our grade, right?<</s>> Somewhere behind her eyes though, I saw judgement over my decision not to offer aid to our friends. It didn't bother me much as I saw my grade jump two points after that class. //You win some and then you lose some.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>No more content for this update, sorry! <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/black-history.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Black History</h3></center><<pickup $class "Black History" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>It was February, and other than Valentine, that also meant that it was black history month, which further meant that our history classes were dealing with the topic almost exclusively. <<s professor>>We should learn from our ancestors and from their mistakes, to move forward in a better world.<</s>> The class was quite boring, the usual preach and speech being given with the express goal of having us understand the gravity of what had happened in the past, droning on about the effects of slavery on the economy of the world and how the white man benefited from this outdated practice. <<s Julio>>The effects of it still live to this day, we're not out of its negative impacts on society.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was particularly active in the session, voicing his point of view regarding the post-slavery repercussions of the practice. <<s Julio>>Most CEO are white men, who hire black men at the lower echelons of the company to do the menial tasks, for little to no pay, all for the profits to go back to the white man's pocket and for him to yet again grow his wealth at the backs of these "lesser men".<</s>> He continued, the professor unable to halt his speech. <<s professor>>We have moved beyond this colonial world, and we're now embracing a more equal, egalitarian approach. This whole slavery thing, as the name of the class suggests, is a thing of history. It is outdated.<</s>> The professor countered, keen on denying the facts presented by <<light Julio>>. This would not be the end of it I am sure. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>This was the second time the professor thought it adequate to talk about black history, despite him being white and woefully uneducated on the topic. <<light Julio>> was not going to let it slide, as he raised his hand. <<s Julio>>Sir? May I introduce a presentation I have prepared just for this class? I'm excited to be sharing this with the class...<</s>> His request startled the professor, who after studying the situation, found it better to cave and give the handsome lad the room to speak. <<s Julio>>We've long been told that it is only through the actions of Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks that the world was finally rid of slavery, of systematic oppression and inequality. Yet their actions only brought along a new wave of racism and subjugation, caused by the accompanying capitalist change.<</s>> He started his speech, immediately receiving a scowl from the silent professor. <<s Julio>>You further notice that the white man and his history books glorify peaceful protests, they glorify the "Dream" that us black people had to be free, they glorify a soft "No" to give away their bus seat to another. Yet they adequately forget the years of oppression, the years of fighting and arguments and protests and shouts and screams that gave the room for a dreamy speech or paved the way for a blatant denial. Through the optics of their media control, the white man chooses what story makes it out and what doesn't, and maintains the control over the masses, a true propaganda machine that reshapes history as it continues, and repeats itself time and time again. Fear of black people is concealed by Islamophobia, which will later be concealed with another form of oppression that will always aim to put another down and rise the white man above all else.<</s>> The professor was getting exasperated with the whole speech, wanting to put a halt to it. <<s professor>>Okay, Julio, you're just talking nonsense.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Facts.<</s>> He proclaimed, showing a slide he had prepared. <<s Julio>>Black history month began in 1926. It was only after 50 years that a president, President Gerald Ford, recognized it. After 45 presidents across the many years of its existence, it's only recently that the United States was able to break the glass ceiling and elect a black president in Barack Obama. The 13th Amendment, which abolished slavery, was put into law in 1865. I Have a Dream was preached almost 100 years later in 1963. The South African Apartheid only ended in the early 90s. That's 1990s. Facts will always speak louder than words. That's why your speeches will never the desired effect of white-washing our black history month, good sir.<</s>> The cheers and applause from his fellow classmates drowned the attempts of the professor to argue his case. <<light Julio>> basked in the glory of this small victory. I knew the professor would have something big planned for the next session. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>History class again, this time with a twist that did not fit the whole month thing that the professor initially had in mind. <<s professor>>The cold war was a period of time in which the USA and the USSR faced off on the world scene, trying to find the superior political fabric of our world.<</s>> Everyone was confused as to the meaning of the lecture, uncertain as to why he'd change tacts halfway through his chapter on Black History Month. <<s Samuel>>Sir is there a reason why we're not continuing with Black History Month? Wasn't this your whole strategy all along?<</s>> The professor looked at <<light Samuel>>, who asked the question, before turning to point at <<light Julio>>. <<s professor>>You'll have this guy to blame. His insistence on the white man not appropriating your problems made me realize that what I was doing was wrong. If I should not teach you about it because of my race, then I wouldn't.<</s>> He explained, an evil twist to the whole situation that truly would infuriate, had it not received the snickers of a few of our classmates. <<s Julio>>That's the thing you learned from that confrontation?<</s>> My friend was incredulous at the twist, vocal. <<s professor>>If you have a problem with it, you can bring it up with the principal. Until then, we're talking about Gorbatchev.<</s>> <<light Julio>> sprung to his feet and dashed out of the classroom, looking to do exactly what the professor suggested. Who knows what might happen next... <<link "Leave Class" "School">><<set $randommessage to 2>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<if $blackonly.has('slaveforaday')>>When <<light Julio>> reached out to me by message after last history class, his request was an odd, out there, request that was sure to get people in hot water. And I liked the warmth promised, so I agreed with his suggestion, looking forward to a heavy session where we'd really stick it to the professor. The entire logic of the premise still eluded me, but I felt compelled to follow along and do what I had promised, dressing up in the oddest of slave clothing one might ever see. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> <<light Julio>> had repurposed the costume, giving it an elegant yet submissive appearance, and I was looking smoking hot in it. There was something undeniably attractive to be playing that part as I walked across the corridor up to the class in it, earning me a few stares and turned heads. I made my way into class in my skimpy outfit, the professor already having positioned himself and ready to give his lecture. <<light Julio>>, seeing me appear as promised in the costume, had a huge smile on his face, and unlike the predatory stares of the other students who were eating my body up, he showed gratefulness. His facial expression shifted as he signaled for me to approach him, wanting to make his statement in front of a stunned professor. I walked over to him, wanting to see where this would go, before I heard the professor clear his voice. <<s professor>>Miss <<print $name>>, you're finally here. Please take your seat so we can continue with the lesson. We'll talk about your attire later.<</s>> His stern command shook me as I stopped in my tracks. I had a huge decision to take, one that would either help <<light Julio>> with his statement or save my academic standing somehow.I had already put on the costume so I was already in trouble. It was only a question of what kind of trouble I'd be expecting. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Listen to the professor's request">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'disppointingslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>Something inside of me fought against it. I was trying to make the best of the situation I had, and despite not wanting to disappoint my friends, I had noticed how wrong I was to get myself to where I was. This statement would definitely cost me a lot, and I couldn't afford that. I had to change tactics. Listening to the professor's request, I turned and made my way to my desk, earning me the glares of most of the class. They were expecting me to go through with this, and now I've let them down even more. There was an undeniable shame in all of it, and I couldn't bear it as my cheeks turned crimson. The feeling stayed with me as the humiliation rose with every minute spent learning about the greatness of capitalism as the professor continued with his great speech about the cold war. I turned to look at <<light Julio>>, whose stare bore into my soul. There was no denying that he hated me at that moment, and I didn't know how to really deal with it. I tried to keep my cool and ran away to switch my clothes after that class. //Never again.// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Follow through and stand next to Julio">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 2>><<pickup $blackonly 'goodslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was a message that needed to be shared, a voice that needed to be heard, and I needed to make sure that this was done. Continuing on my way to <<light Julio>>'s desk, I stood next to him as silently commanded, earning me a verbal rundown by the professor. <<s professor>>What is the meaning of this nonsense, young lady? Have you no shame?<</s>> I looked at him with a small smirk. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I watched as he spoke. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, <<print $name>> here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at me, giving me the hammer to secure the last nail in the coffin. <<s Author>>That's true. History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> I enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success, I'd say. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go and kneel next to my master">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'greatslave' 1>><<replace "#choices">>It wasn't enough to simply listen to my friend and stand next to him. I needed to truly show subservience and follow his command as a slave would their master. Continuing on my way to my master, I took my rightful place on my knees next to him, looking to the ground and earning me a verbal rundown by the professor. <<s professor>>What is the meaning of this nonsense, young lady? Have you no shame?<</s>> I did not look up to him, as it was not my place to do so just yet. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> he fumed, stomping his foot like a child who didn't get his way. I could hear snickers from my classmates. <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I listened as he spoke, watching the dirtied shoes my professor was wearing. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> He was losing ground, as I allowed myself to slightly look up, my eyes catching <<light Yara>>'s, who was smirking at me. She liked what she was seeing, and I could feel a blush rising to my face and a heat in my loins. <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. I had given him the room to really elaborate on his vision. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, <<print $name>> here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at me, giving me the hammer to secure the last nail in the coffin. <<s Author>>That's right master.<</s>> I spoke in a clear, submissive manner, eliciting a few gasps of appreciation, my eyes still driven to the front in obedience. <<s Julio>>History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> He enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success, I'd say. <<s Julio>>Good slave.<</s>> Were <<light Julio>>'s last words to me, before allowing me to leave and change my clothes. //The thrill is immense, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to wear these clothes again!// <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go and kneel next to my master" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <<else>>I remembered <<light Julio>>'s request a few days back when he wanted to drive a point home in the upcoming history class. That was why I was weirded out to see that the class was going on as normal, no changes with what was happening and the professor dorning on about the cold war and its effects on global economy, and how capitalism was- Walking into class late in a skimpy slave costume, <<light Jasmin>> looked absolutely stunning, as she made her way in to kneel next to <<light Julio>>, her boyfriend or situationship or whatever it needs to be called, <<light Jerome>>, smiling along. <<s professor>>What kind of sick roleplay is this? Slave to this person? Is this some kind of stupid, perverted game?<</s>> he fumed, stomping his foot like a child who didn't get his way. Laughter rose from my classmates. <<s Julio>>Is there anything wrong with it, sir?<</s>> <<s professor>>This kind of behavior is unacceptable in this academic setting.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was on a roll, and I listened as he spoke. <<s Julio>>Yet it was acceptable years ago, when it was black people who were tied to the leash. This is not about history. This is about fact. You find it repulsive to have this kind of portrayal in your class yet it is fine when it's pictures of slaves being carded away in your history books, why is that?<</s>> The professor stuttered. <<s professor>>That was different, these people were actual slaves who put themselves there.<</s>> He was losing ground, as my eyes caught <<light Jasmin>>'s. There was a haziness there that told me she was not entirely present, a beautiful freedom it seemed. <<s Julio>>Put themselves there? By being caught and subdued in Africa to be traded for spices elsewhere? That's how they put themselves away? Don't you remember your lesson and the trade triangle?<</s>> <<s professor>>It's not the same.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was attacking, and it was glorious to see. <<light Jasmin>> looked particularly adorable next to him. <<s Julio>>Unlike this non consensual slave trade that would put our ancestors in unadultured servitude, Jasmin here consented to everything that was presented to her. Isn't that right, slave?<</s>> He turned to look at his slave, who spoke up almost immediately. <<s Jasmin>>That's right master.<</s>> She spoke in a clear, submissive manner, eliciting a few gasps of appreciation, her eyes still driven to the front in obedience. <<s Julio>>History repeats itself, professor, simply because you didn't teach about its dangers.<</s>> He enunciated, driving the point home. The hollers and whoops put the session to an early end, as the professor lost control of the class and dismissed everyone. This was a success for them, I'd say. <<link "Leave Class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Expressive Dancing</h3></center><<pickup $class "Expressive Dancing" 1>> Our dance professor had received the news of our involvement in a music video project for the month, and had decided to implement that into the overall delivery of today's class. Choosing to separate us into the groups that were working on the songs together, he then told us we had till the end of the class to come up with a performance based on the type of song we were thinking of, and if our song was ready on the song itself. <div id="continue"><<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<link "Join Eric and Samuel">><<replace "#continue">> I joined my friends <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>> in preparation for our performance, eager to present a beautiful interpretation to the song we had chosen for ourselves. <<if $musicchoice is 3>><<s Samuel>>See, we made the right choice with a commercial song. Finding the right moves is going to be so easy now. <<print $name>>, shake that ass!<</s>> <<s Eric>>You're right I guess, but we can still do something artistic...<</s>> Ever the middle ground, I intervened. <<s Author>>Let's get to work you two.<</s>> <<elseif $musicchoice is 4>><<s Samuel>>That's why we should have gone for a more commercial approach.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> wasn't wrong with his statement, reminding us of his alternative idea to the whole project. <<s Eric>>We can still create something nice, I'm sure of it.<</s>> Not willing to lose any valuable time, I joined <<light Eric>> in moving us forward: <<s Author>>Let's get to work.<</s>><</if>> There were good moves, and there were bad moves, and neither of us really knew what we were doing. We needed help. <<s Eric>>We need research!<</s>> My white friend proposed, struggling to find a way to move forward. <<light Samuel>> jumped to the occasion. <<s Samuel>>Alright, I can do that.<</s>> His mischievous smile did not hide his intentions. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"> <<if $cuck gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Ask Eric to do his research, distract Samuel">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eric do you research, I'll distract the big guy.<</s>> I whispered to my gullible friend before joining <<light Samuel>>. I had to act fast, or else he'd make us do stuff that are absolutely shameful if we allow him to take control. <<s Author>>Samuel all this research stuff is beneath you.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Weren't you the perfect student that wanted to have the perfect grade? If we don't do our research we're failing the class.<</s>> I smile at him, show him <<light Eric>> intensely working on his phone. <<s Author>>It has been taken care of. Relax.<</s>> I look him in the eyes, my hand placed on his chest in a calming motion. He stares back at me, trying to understand what game I'm really playing. The intense staring contest to conceal intentions slowly but surely turns into a gazing match, revealing a peculiar feeling. <<s Samuel>>Since he's taking care of the research, who's taking care of you?<</s>> <<s Author>>Who told you I needed taking care of?<</s>> My lip curls just a tiny bit. He looks down. Looks back up, and sees recognition in my eyes. He leans in. My hand still placed on his chest maintains the distance, the control. I tut at him. <<s Author>>It'll take much more than that to get the girl, Samu.<</s>> The diminutive name triggers something in him. I feel a twitch course through him as he continues looking at me, his eyes racing between my lips and my eyes. The thrill of the contest is intense, filled with a fire that neither of us can deny. The beautiful intensity of the moment is pulled apart by an inquiring <<light Eric>>: <<s Eric>>Who's winning?<</s>> He asks, his mind denying what his eyes are seeing, his innocent thoughts covering the dangerous erotic presence in front of him. <<s Author>>He blinked ages ago.<</s>> I stated, before moving my eyes away to look at the wimp that I call friend. The white boy shows me a choreography that he thinks we could pull off, and we get to work in preparing our performance. <<light Samuel>>, charged with sexual energy, uses every opportunity he can to put his hands on me, and I playfully drift away from him at every time. The game of cat and mouse culminates during our performance in front of the whole class, his distraction ultimately costing us an important grade. <<s Samuel>>I don't regret it one bit. I'm gonna get you, girl.<</s>> He whispers as we all leave class. //The game continues.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Ask Eric to do his research, distract Samuel myself" "I don't control Eric enough<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Do the research myself">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting him to force us into things we won't particularly like, I took matters in my own hands and spoke up to <<light Samuel>>: <<s Author>>I'll take care of it. You take a breather.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Are you sure?<</s>> He was insistent, but I stood my ground. He eventually relented. I got to work looking for the kind of content that we will need for our performance, but was finding a lot of difficulty in coming up with an adequate choreography. //The song we're creating is not dance worthy.// I thought to myself, worried about our current predicament and assignment. I finally put together some moves and whatnot that were somewhat adequate and convincing as a performance, and we got to work emulating them. <<light Samuel>> wasn't confident of any of it, and sure enough, our grading professor approved of his point of view, blasting us with a lower grade than I expected. That's what I get for standing my ground I guess... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Let Samuel do his research, deal with the consequences.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to stand up for us, or being lazy, or really excited for what he might come up with, I relented and waited for my friend to do his research and find the perfect choreography for us. He did find something. Something erotic, raunchy, and borderline sexist. I made my bed, time to lay in it. I followed his guidance and started doing the moves he wanted me to do, submissively following his lead as he got me erotically moving my body, the unmistakable heat between my legs returning with a fire, and a great sense of freedom emanating from me. There was something wildly attractive with the way I was moving, shaking my body to different beats, allowing it to follow someone else's guidance. And <<light Samuel>> was eating it up, really adopting a commanding tone towards both <<light Eric>> and myself. <<light Eric>>'s presence was all but lost on me, as I followed my black friend's guidance, listening to his words and looking to give a performance he'd be proud of. The eroticism of the moment, all of it happening in front of <<light Eric>>, and then in front of the whole class, was not lost on me. <<s Professor>>Splendid job you! This is exactly what art is about.<</s>> Our professor beamed, happy with our sultry performance. I was radiating positive energy as we left the class, our grades improved by our performance, and my pussy begging for attention. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Join Eva and Leo">><<replace "#continue">> I joined my friends <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> in preparation for our performance, eager to present a beautiful interpretation to the song we had chosen for ourselves. Our song genre was based on musicals, and interpreting that in dance was going to be relatively easy. The first debate we had was whether or not we needed to actively be performing the song, as in singing its lyrics. <<light Leo>> was rooting for that choice, while <<light Eva>> was hesitant. Eventually we decided we'd all three be dancing, reminding <<light Leo>> that this is a dancing class, and every move counted. And so we trained, working on imagining what moves would look nice and what others wouldn't, but found difficulty in really nailing the performance, and finding the correct inspiration. I decided to pull out my phone and do a small research. //What do I want to look for? How should I word my search?// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Musical dance moves tutorial">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Going for the basic search, I find a Youtube video that teaches us the usual 4-step process through which musical choreographers create their own moves. Pulling inspiration from this basic yet effective video, we come up with a solid performance. Our professor is happy with what we have put forward, deeming it <<s professor>>"Good Enough."<</s>>, and sending us on our way. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Tiktok musical dances">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There is nothing more successful than tiktok trends in performing, so it only was logical for us to copy their moves to create a winning performance for our class. Following my lead, <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> learned their moves, all of us creating a choreography to perform in front of our whole class. When the time came for our performance, however, the professor was not impressed in the very least. <<s professor>>This is an absolute disgrace. Tiktok dances are a travesty to the art of dancing, and your blatant disregard to that art is absolutely appaling! Fail!<</s>> There it was, our beautiful, disgusting failure, and reprimandation in front of the whole class. Talk about humiliating... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dance moves that turn people on">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//Go big or go home.// Not showing my search words to my friends since I didn't want them to argue over it, I put in what I felt would work best for our grade and school reputation. //Dance Moves that turn people on.// The erotic, borderline sexual moves that I saw were absolutely stunning, and I knew I had to coax my friends into joining the game and performing alongside me. <<s Author>>And 5, 6, 7, 8!<</s>> We rehearsed, putting our efforts into our performances, and every time one of them felt like the move we were making was a bit too risky, I found a way to convince them it was what was best for the grade. I couldn't deny that I found a great thrill in putting in such a performance with my two friends in front of a whole class, and could feel a familiar heat rising through me. <<light Leo>> even accepted to be dancing the same moves as <<light Eva>> and myself, and despite his assigned gender at birth, adopted our sultry feminine moves in his performance. //Maybe these dance moves are supposed to turn their performers on?// I thought to myself as I performed alongside my teammates in front of our whole class, taking in their stares and embracing the way they made me feel. The undeniable pleasure I felt was further rewarded by the grade we were offered at the end of the class. //Sluttiness does pay off!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<<if $leoavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Genitalia and Differences</h3></center><<pickup $class "Genitalia and Differences" 1>> <div id="continue">There was no denying that this class would have its impact on <<light Leo>>, who was extremely engaged in what was happening on the board, our biology teacher explaining yet another perceived difference between the sexes. <<s Rotherford>>The male penis' average length is close to 5 inches, which is also the average depth of the female reproductive organ, a true wonder of science.<</s>> <center><img src='images/classes/penis-differences.jpg' width='50%'></center> The heteronormative explanation was what one would expect from such a high school, an obvious oversimplified attempt at "logic" that actually hides conformist, conservative views. I was sick just listening to it, yet could see my friend <<light Leo>> eating it all up. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of class, I approached him, trying to understand what he thinks of what he's seen. <<s Leo>>I find it really interesting, you know. How obvious these differences are and how compatible these things are created.<</s>> He was talking about creation, while Ms. <<light Rotherford>> spoke about science. He obviously didn't hear all that was said. <<s Author>>Are you sure about it? It seems like a bunch of bullshit to me...<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, a lot of it seems logical.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yet an oversimplification of very complex issues.<</s>> I didn't know whether I wanted to go through the extra trouble of correcting my friend, yet felt that he might need some awakening. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him it's all bullshit">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to help my friend overcome the obviously erroneous teachings of our professor, I decided to confront him about it. <<s Author>>Not all penises are 5 inches tall, does that mean smaller sized penises need to be with more shallow vaginas? Does that sound logical to you?<</s>> I needed to nip this in the bud. <<s Author>>Also, what does it say about different bodies? About trans people? Do they not exist?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's not that simple...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's exactly my point, it isn't.<</s>> I look at him, he seemed to get what I am saying, yet still needs further proof. <<if $alphabeta lte -8>><<s Author>>Take you for example. You're not the most masculine man out there, and I'm pretty sure from the few times I've seen you in your swimsuit you don't have a big one down there. Does that mean that you're a failure as a man?<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's unfair.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with you, you're exactly what you're supposed to be and are shaping up to be exactly what you need to be.<</s>> I look at him with all the sincerity I can muster. I needed him to see things the way I did. <<s Author>>You are no less worthy of whatever you choose to be than anyone else, and whether that is male, female, or anything else, it's not your body that chooses it for you, is it?<</s>> It takes a special kind of vulnerability to admit something like that. <<s Leo>>You're right.<</s>> I hug my friend, happy he's able to push beyond shame and the brainwashing he's been subjected to his whole life. <<s Leo>>You're right.<</s>> He repeats, willing to accept his uniqueness.<<else>><<s Author>>Look at Yara for example. She's the strongest person I know, and can beat any guy she puts her mind to at any sports. According to our teacher there, she has the physique of a man.<</s>> He looks at me with an odd stare. <<s Author>>Yet we both know she's the most feminine person out there, despite her athletic prowess.<</s>> He smiles, acknowledging the truth of what I'm saying. <<s Author>>Doesn't that tell you something about gender being more than just sex?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah, but not really.<</s>> <<s Author>>If the world was as simple as black and white, you'd have looked like Jerome and all us ladies would've looked like one another. There's so many shapes and forms, and things could never be that simple. We are full of multitudes.<</s>> He nodded, accepting what I'm saying to be true. <<s Author>>You know I'm right. It's easy to be taken by fantasy and trust our teachers just because they look confident, but we need to look at things critically.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat convinced, nodded along, finally on the same page as me.<</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Let it go">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose my time explaining the many different ways in which our formal education was failing us, I decide to call it quits, heading in my own direction and leaving <<light Leo>> to his own misconceptions. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $yaraavoid is true and $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Literary Influences</h3></center><<pickup $class "Literary Influences" 1>> Yet again in today's class, we were talking about literature, and yet again the professor had launched the subject and sat down, watching us debating topics as she took note of who was participating and who wasn't. Honestly it might have been the easiest way to get a higher grade, but it also unfortunately meant that I'd have to talk about topics that aren't usually discussed in such a setting... <<picmid "classes/gatsby.jpg">> The topic at hand related to the Great Gatsby, and how his parties and his obsession over his lost love became the explanation of incel behavior in our current society, how his search for fame and fortune as means to grab her attention, and the author's decision to ultimately have them end up together, raised a whole generation of males to believe that money and fame would get them the unmitigated attention of their romantic interests. <<s Yara>>They just become entitled, just like Gatsby felt he was, to female attention, and that alone is the root of so many problems in our society.<</s>> This time around, it wasn't <<light Eva>> carrying the good literary fight to <<light Yara>>, but surprisingly so <<light Jasmin>> I guess she saw the additional grades we received last time as a hint on what to do during today's session... <<s Jasmin>>But that also meant that our society grew on these values, on people doing their best in their society to advance and better themselves and their social situation. Do you blame someone on understanding the system they live in and progress inside of it, and doing so through literature? That's quite the conservative view you're presenting, Yara!<</s>> She continued: <<s Jasmin>>What I find most dangerous about this whole book, however, is the erasure of a whole aspect of society that is never broached, that of race and its impact on people. It conveniently puts aside that for the benefit of telling its tale, despite it being an obvious commentary on our society. It glorifies the white male as master of his elements, a post-slavery view of society that still benefits the oppressor.<</s>> I had a choice on which debate to join, on what to say, if I even want to say something about this whole thing. //All for the grade though...// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Agree with Jasmin">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>What <<light Jasmin>> was saying made more sense to me. It was a more important thing to debate thatn male fragility. I voiced my agreement with her point of view, as she eagerly nodded along to my arguments: <<s Author>>The larger effect of this book was to completely erase an aspect of society, to forget the issues that led to this post-industrial age in a hope to make people forget. The issue with male fragility and his ego comes from his belief that he is superior, owed attention and feminine care. And that comes from denying his dark past, his people's dark past, and in using that denial to write his own story, his own fiction. Even the hero's demise comes at the hand of a "lesser man", more brutal, less refined, and yet ultimately, still white because of again erasure. Your argument stems first from the fiction's denial of fact of real society, which pushes its male fragile audience to want more involvement in that fictitious reality, because it offers him deniability of real issues.<</s>> The professor was equally impressed by me joining the debate, noting it in her small notebook. //Good thing we secured that grade.// I further noticed <<light Julio>> smiling at me, happy to see me debate with that point of view. That made me especially happy. //Time to leave!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Agree with Yara">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Joining my voice to <<light Yara>>'s, I decided to join the debate, addressing my friend <<light Jasmin>> with an argument of my own: <<s Author>>This whole debate about fragile egos and weakness of character that needs to be overshadowed and hidden by accomplishments that society deems important is yet another example of the author themselves, eager to let their words do the action for them and create a work of fiction that no doubt gave them the attention that the titular character obviously craved. It is only through studying that we are able to really understand the society that lived at that time and its effects on race and other issues that you want to engage in.<</s>> <<light Yara>> smiled, happy to see me join my voice to hers in this debate. The professor was nodding along, excited to see me join the conversation and hoping I'd keep going. //Let's secure that grade.// I keep talking: <<s Author>>I believe further than simply viewing the world in black and white, we need to see the shades of gray that lead our society to where it is. Works of fiction like this one and their effect on our educational system tell more about the fabric of our society than anything else. The glorifying of Gatsby's actions, his work in improving his stature in order to reach higher echelons in society, led to people and young men to imitate his actions, his entitlement, his motivations, in their own lives. That's the issue in the book and its effect on society, not what it portrays mainly, but the effect that the portrayal it does has on its readers; how they find themselves in its words.<</s>> Despite me attacking the reason why we were even reading this book, the teacher was engaged in what I had to say, definitely planning on improving my grade. //What a sucker.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Don't engage in the conversation">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Honestly, this whole debate was a meaningless attempt by the professor to not start teaching. And it was an apparent unnecessary hurdle that she wanted us to jump through to gain her appreciation and attention. //I'm smarter than that.// Deciding not to engage, I eventually receive a stare from her as she notices my silence, noting something about it on her small cute little notebook. I smile at her, wanting to antagonize the failure that she is. Class eventually ends. //That was a bore.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Secret Messages</h3></center><<pickup $class "Secret Messages" 1>> Today's class was a normal, boring, pretty straightforward class with nothing much to it, with the professor droning on about the physics of motion. I received a tap on my shoulder, and a small piece of paper tied onto itself. It read: <<s Eric>>Don't yawn.<</s>> And as soon as I read it, I had the normal, natural reaction that anyone does when they're bored and they read that one word. I yawned, eliciting a shuckle from behind me and to the left. I turned to look at the prankster, my eyes catching <<light Eric>>'s. He smiled, then went back to writing something on a small piece of paper, before handing it over to a friend, who gave it to another, who passed it to me. <<s Eric>>It is quite the boring class though, it's okay if you yawned.<</s>> He smiled at me after I read the small message. //He's sweet.// I started writing back to him, noticing that almost everyone in the class had joined in on the game of passing these small parchments, a network of messages and letters flowing through the desks. <<s Author>>Honestly I got everything I needed like 30 minutes ago, I don't know why he's still talking about this. Move on boomer!<</s>> His small shuckle created a momentary silence from the professor, before he went back to his monotonous speech. <<s Eric>>You almost got me caught with this one. Naughty.<</s>> Did he actually write that? I needed to break the tension. <<s Author>>You got a booger stuck to your nose, left nostril.<</s>> I passed the message, eager to see him freak out about it, before receiving another of my own. This one didn't come from <<light Eric>> who was waiting for the network to send him mine. <<s Samuel>>You're looking hella fine today, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The ragged handwriting stated, as I turned to look at who sent that message. On the other side of the room, <<light Samuel>> was looking at me intently, eating me up with his eyes. Commotion rises as <<light Eric>> goes on playing with his nose, before noticing that there is nothing there and laughing about it. I joined in laughter, distracted by the naughty message I had just received. <<s Eric>>You got me good. Gosh you're amazing!<</s>> His message came back, innocent opposite of the one I had received moments prior. <<picmid "classes/secret-messages.jpg">> <<s professor>>What's all this commotion about? What's this in your hands Miss <<print $name>>??<</s>> The professor's voice raised, quickly approaching my desk to confront me. //Out of all the class, he had to choose me?// My unlucky predicament required quick action, as I thought about my options and what I could do about this predicament. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Reveal Eric's message">><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>> Wanting to keep the blatant flirtations a secret, I decided to share <<light Eric>>'s message, showing it to the professor. <<s professor>>You got me good. Gosh you're amazing.<</s>> The professor read out, to the snickers of the students, a joke at my friend's expense. <<s professor>>Who wrote this message, a distraction in my class?<</s>> He asked aloud, demanding a culprit to stand forward. <<light Eric>> was quick to budge. <<s Eric>>I did sir, I'm sorry it's all my fault.<</s>> The professor looked at him, nodded, and then pointed to the door. Humiliatingly, <<light Eric>> followed the command, seeing himself out. <<s professor>>Don't you dare do that again.<</s>> He stared at me. Well that's unfortunate! <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Reveal Samuel's message">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> Something about <<light Samuel>>'s very obvious flirtatious message just begged to be shared, a piece of paper that would mark me as desirable in front of the whole class. I handed that one over. <<s professor>>You're looking hella fine today-<</s>> The professor started reading, before stopping himself from continuing the speech, to the snickers of the class. I looked around, they were not laughing at me, they were rather laughing at him for falling for that trick. <<light Eric>> was not laughing. <<s professor>>Young miss that kind of behavior is completely inappropriate.<</s>> His comment was stern, his voice rigid. <<s Samuel>>How is it her fault, sir? She's the one who received the message.<</s>> My friend pointed out, getting a small cheer from his classmates and an honest gratitude from me. The professor looked at him intensely, just as intensely as <<light Eric>> was, trying to understand where he's coming from. Neither came to a satisfying conclusion. <<s professor>>Movement carries over...<</s>> The professor went back to his teachings, as I turned to <<light Samuel>> and mouthed a "Thank you" at him. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Eat both messages">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was only one way to get rid of the evidence, and not willing to share either of the two messages on their small pieces of paper, I did the one thing I could do. I put them in my mouth and was quick to chew them, facing my stunned professor and a laughing class. <<s professor>>Young lady, what's the meaning of this?<</s>> I looked at him wide eyed, the class laughing at the situation, at him rather. <<s Samuel>>Can't you see her mouth is full sir, how could she answer you?<</s>> His question elicited more laughter, even from a rather shocked <<light Eric>>. The professor, frustrated at the turn of events, decided to cut his losses. <<s professor>>Movement carries over...<</s>> He went back to his teachings, giving me the space to slip a couple of smiles to my texting friends. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> </div>

<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Toilets">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Taking a Seat</h3></center><<pickup $class "Taking a Seat" 1>> There it was. The moment I was dreading, or hoping for. I wasn't sure anymore. I had drank a bit too much before making it to class this morning, and was now at the bathroom again, calmly relieving myself. Boom! The door burst open. Muffled sounds, a moan, hurried steps that are all over each other, a door opening then closing. The sounds filled the bathroom, a heated exploration happening right nearby, me in my own stall an unwilling listener of this erotic display. <<s stranger>>Mmm yeah fuck your body is so hot!<</s>> The feminine voice was only familiar because I heard its moans the last time I got caught in such a situation. This time, she was much more vocal. <<s stranger>>I need your cock, I need you inside me right now.<</s>> This was escalating much faster than it did last time, me still seated in my stall. If there was a time for me to act, it was now. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Flush the toilet. Make some noise!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//This has gone far enough already. Let's give them a scare.// Flushing the toilet, I stand and put on my clothes, their sounds suddenly stopping as they freeze in action. I even go as far as whispering as I head out and start washing my hands. The awkwardness of the moment washes over me without any repercussion, as their silence brings me an odd satisfaction. //Why didn't they look to see if there was anyone here first?// I bring myself out of the bathrooms, ready to continue with my day and unaffected by what I just witnessed. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Flush the toilet. Make some noise!" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to quietly make it out">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>If I pace myself correctly, I might be able to make it out of this situation without raising much attention to myself. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/doggy.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Oh yeah just there!<</s>> Masked under the moans that she's giving off, I slowly pull up my bottoms, calmly trying to put myself together as I stand. A small silence makes me freeze in my motion. Tension rises as I think they've caught me. <<s stranger>>Ohhhh yeahhh right there!!!<</s>> The wail fills the room as her intense moaning raises a few octaves. Making use of the opportunity, I open the stall's door, walking out. <<s stranger>>Oh god, your tongue is fantastic!<</s>> //Wait, he's giving her head?// Momentarily distracted by the noises I am hearing, I softly make my way to the main door of the bathrooms, trying to stay silent as I hear their passionate activity's sounds fill the room. <<s stranger>>Fuck it's so hot doing this in public.<</s>> Her moaning and vocal appreciation of his - apparently skillful - sexual capabilities give me the last opportunity to make it out of the room unaffected. //That was intense! Stressful for sure, but intense!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>They're enjoying themselves, why shouldn't I?">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A stray thought fills my mind. //They're enjoying themselves, why shouldn't I?// <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/riding1.jpg">> Something about the naughtiness of the whole situation does its work on me as I feel myself getting turned on by the whole situation. Here they were, engaged in what seemed to be an amazing experience, in public, not caring about people hearing them or them being caught! There was something extremely hot about this whole thing. I felt myself getting somewhat engaged in this whole thing, excited to be a part of it somehow. <<s stranger>>Fuck you're so hot!<</s>> Her vocal appreciation of him has its effect on me, as I imagine who might be the male culprit... Visions of the men I know swirl in my head as I think of someone between my legs, playing with my- I noticed that my hand had found its way to my pussy, slowly rubbing its outer lips as it explored the moistening folds. The whole situation being extremely erotic, I follow my body's natural movements, eager to see where it will take me and what it will help me discover. Doing this in public is a huge thrill as I feel myself get turned on at the idea of being found out. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/play-soft.jpg">> The other girl, less caring to be discovered, moans out. <<s stranger>>Mmmm fuckkk you're so big!<</s>> There it was. He was taking her right there a few feet away and I was a willing witness to all of this debauchery, my own fingers starting their exploration, slipping past my lips and pushing me softly. <<s stranger>>Fuck oh yeah. Just like that!<</s>> Her moans getting louder and louder, filling the bathroom, they give me the opportunity to moan myself, softly allowing my natural sounds to come out as my fingers continue their fervent exploration. The whole situation reaching unexpected levels of naughtiness, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to my satisfaction, squirming voiceless in my seat, trying my best to remain somewhat composed. <<s stranger>>Oh just right there. Right there! I'm close!!!<</s>> //So am I!// I think to myself as I slowly but surely bring myself closer and closer to my own orgasm. <<s stranger>>Ohhh ohhhh!!!!<</s>> Her moans filling the room, I join her in beautiful ecstasy as we both find our way to orgasm, one extremely vocal and the other silently thrilling. Still on the high from my orgasm, I hear the sounds in the other room still carry as she takes her place on her knees in front of him. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/riding2.jpg">> <<s stranger>>Yes. Give it to me. Give me your cum!<</s>> His grunts follow soon thereafter, as I hear her moan out, an enthusiastic observant of what seems to be him cumming. My orgasmic high maintains as I imagine her being covered with his white cum, a public slut. //What does it make me? A voyeuristic pervert?// Following the high of my orgasm, a sense of shame fills me now that my arousal is gone. The next few minutes are spent waiting for them to gather themselves and leave the room, not before cleaning themselves up at the sinks. <<s stranger>>You really did a number on me!<</s>> Laughing about the whole thing, they leave the room. The whole situation still washes over me as I deal with the effects of such an event. //That was a true thrill!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "classes/arithmetics.jpg" "Arithmetics">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Advanced Mathematics</h3></center><<pickup $class "Advanced Mathematics" 1>><<if $evaavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<set $evamaths to "Study">>More numbers, more letters with the numbers, more pain with the letter with the numbers. Since when did math get this stupidly and unnecessarily complicated? <<s Eva>>Are you understanding any of it?<</s>> <<light Eva>> leaned in close, asking her question. <<if $smarts gte 30>><<s Author>>There is some sort of logic behind it.<</s>> There was, but it was still difficult, I couldn't deny it. <<s Eva>>Well none of it makes sense to me.<</s>> <<else>><<s Author>>Not one bit.<</s>> It was truly difficult to understand the logic behind it. <<s Eva>>Good to know I'm not the only one!<</s>> <</if>> <<s Rotherford>>Don't forget that there will be a quiz next class, so make sure you study really well for it!<</s>> Dreading that exam, I looked at <<light Eva>> as she looked back at me. We seemed to be equally worried. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">> It was shortly after class that we were approached by a friend of ours. <<s stranger>>Don't tell anyone, but I have the quiz for the upcoming exam!<</s>> That was a fast solution! <<s Eva>>Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!<</s>> <<s stranger>>Hey I didn't say you could just get it!<</s>> There was a catch. When weren't there a catch honestly! <<s stranger>>It's gonna cost you.<</s>> I looked at him, and he seemed like the kind of guy that would ask for one thing only, given his overall composure. <<s stranger>>All I want is to have a look at your tits. Either one of you.<</s>> //There it was.// <<light Eva>> looked at me, seeing what I'd choose to do. <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Show him my tits.">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<set $evamaths to "Cheatme">><<replace "#choices">>Honestly, these were just tits, and they'd get me a much higher grade than any amount of studying ever would. Taking the plunger for the both of us, I decide to get it over with and lift my shirt and bra in one swift motion, giving him a very specific timeframe for his ogling: <<s Author>>You have 10 seconds, enjoy.<</s>> <img src='images/classes/flashing-me.jpg' width='50%' position='center'> <<light Eva>> is stunned at my confident action, as she looks at me shrugging at her. //They're just tits, so what?// Although the way he was looking at them told me the guy was enjoying what he was seeing. //Bet he's never seen any before, what a weeb.// Time up, I put the shirt back down, as I see him shake his head, obviously salivating at the vision he just received. <<s stranger>>Wow! I didn't expect you to actually go for it!<</s>> He slowly regains composure as he hands over the file he has in hand. <<s stranger>>That's my only copy. Totally worth it!<</s>> Walking away, I can feel <<light Eva>>'s eyes on me as she ponders what I just did. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study these for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show him my tits" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $evasub gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Let Eva show hers.">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<set $evamaths to "Cheat">><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Come on, Eva. Show the guy your tits.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Why don't you show him yours?<</s>> Her reaction is instantaneous. <<s Author>>Honestly, I'm not as desperate as you are.<</s>> Watching us argue, the strange guy doesn't speak, not wanting to ruin his chances. <<light Eva>> scoffs, then grabs her top to lower it. <img src='images/classes/flashing-me.jpg' width='50%' position='center'> //She actually went for it!// Staring daggers at him, she fails her attempt at intimidating him as he eagerly watches her orbs. I join him in appreciating her beautiful shapely breasts, despite them being on the smaller scale. Her beauty does the job, as when she covers them again the image of her beautiful mounds remains stuck in my head. <<s Eva>>Now the exam?<</s>> Demanding it from a still recovering perv, she receives the exam answers from him, smiling at the outcome. <<s stranger>>I can't believe I got to see them, you're amazing!<</s>> He says before walking away, happy about the whole outcome. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study these for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let Eva show hers." "She's not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Forget it, weeb!">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I can't believe he'd actually have the balls to ask that!// Angry at his request, I raise my voice at him: <<s Author>>Seriously? You're asking us to show you our tits for an exam answer? What the fuck is wrong with you you fucking pervert?<</s>> My anger catches the attention of many people there, who snicker and laugh at him as he shys away from the confrontation. <<s Author>>Fucking grow up, dude! And stop being such a weirdo!!!<</s>> Truly berated, he leaves the premises with his tail between his legs. <<light Eva>> is smiling at me as I look back at her. <<s Eva>>Guess we'll have to study the old fashioned way!<</s>> She smiles as we make our way down the hallways. //Maybe I could meet <<light Eva>> at the library to study for the upcoming exam?// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<if $evamaths is "Cheated">><<add "grade" 1>>The answers from the exam fresh in our minds, <<light Eva>> and I were excited to get this over with and present a great result in this math class, knowing full well we were going to give an amazing performance. And it was easy! The exam was exactly the same as the one we had received from our generous - albeit pervy - benefactor, and we had all the answers to it locked down entirely. With 15 minutes to spare, we had everything done and answered, ready to be presented. <<picmid "classes/maths-cheating.jpg">> I noticed my other friends struggling to answer the tricky questions, and felt compelled to aid them. It wasn't going to be easy to cheat as the professor's watchful glare kept making its rounds of the room. I could only help one person, if anything: <div id="choices"><<if $looks gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Julio">><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Julio>> find his bearing in the exam, giving him the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Julio>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Jerome>> find his bearing in the exam, giving his the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Jerome>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help Samuel">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to my friend, I help <<light Samuel>> find his bearing in the exam, giving his the answers he needs to succeed. When the professor turns to look my way, I flash my pearly whites and bat my eyelashes at him, distracting him from the trickery I am playing. <<light Samuel>> is grateful, showing me his appreciation after class. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Aid Eric">><<add "sub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out to <<light Eric>>, I whisper to him: <<s Author>>Hey! All good?<</s>> My friend shakes his head no, worry obvious in his eyes. <<s Author>>What question are you struggling with?<</s>> Before he even gets to answer, the professor interrupts me: <<s Rotherford>>Are we happy playing these meaningless games, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I turn to look at his scowl, an angry face staring me down. //Gulp// Slashing my grade in half for my attempted cheating, he sends me on my way out of class. //I probably shouldn't have risked helping him...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Don't risk helping anyone">><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to put my grade in danger, especially since I knew it would be a good one, I decided to call it a day and present my exam sheet, willing to put myself first for once. The stares I got were not the most kind, but at least I did well on the exam! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div><<else>><<if $evamaths is "Study">><<less "grade" 1>>I haven't studied for the math exam despite having had time to do so since the last class (I should've met <<light Eva>> at the library). This came at a cost as I was struggling to answer the exam's questions during class. <<elseif $evamaths is "Studied">>Despite not getting the exam in advance from the creep who offered them, <<light Eva>> and I had studied for today's math exam, and were confident we had what it took for us to succeed. A few of the questions that were there were quite tricky though... <<elseif $evamaths is "Cheatme" or $evamaths is "Cheat">>Despite having taken the creep up on his offer after the last math class, <<light Eva>> and I didn't meet up to really study our findings and make the best use of them. That is why I was struggling with a few of the questions that were really tricky.<</if>> The professor's watchful eye was surveying us as he kept tabs of the timing of the exam, calling out the time in intervals no doubt to cause us additional stress. It was working. <<s Rotherford>>10 minutes left!<</s>> A tricky question, worth around a third of the grade, was simply not making any sense for me, and despite my best attempts at fixing it, I still struggled to make it work for me. As I hopelessly looked around the class for some sort of miraculous solution, I am met with <<light Eva>>'s eyes, who's looking at me intently. She seemed to understand my plight, her eyes trying to share her knowledge but failing to do so. <<s Eva>>It- Hwo . Every answer-<</s>> Her whispers just didn't make it to my ears, as I struggled to understand what she needed from me. She scoffs and writes her answer on a piece of paper, and softly glides it towards me on the floor. It's around a couple of feet away, not too far yet not close enough for me to take the answer without raising suspicion. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<if $looks gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Get the piece of paper">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Crouching down and grabbing the piece of paper, I immediately stuff it in my pants as I am approached by the professor. <<s Rotherford>>Is everything okay, Ms. <<print $name>>?<</s>> I smile sweetly at him, showing him my pearly whites as I bat my lashes at him. <<s Author>>All good, sir. Your exam is difficult, but that doesn't mean you'll have us call mercy!<</s>> I keep up the sweet act, hoping to keep his attention on my face rather than the paper sticking out of my pocket. The moment passes as the professor moves away from me to observe another student coughing a bit too loudly for his taste, and I successfully copy the answer from my friend on my own exam. I make sure to thank her when we go out of the class, extremely happy to have made it through this whole ordeal! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>(I'm confident I won't get caught - <img src='images/icons/looks.png'>)<<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Get the piece of paper">><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "sub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Crouching down and grabbing the piece of paper, I immediately stuff it in my pants as I am approached by the professor. <<s Rotherford>>Is everything okay, Ms. <<print $name>>?<</s>> I smile sweetly at him, trying to bat my lashes at him as I attempt to hold his stare. <<s Author>>All good, sir. Your exam is difficult, but that doesn't mean you'll have us call mercy!<</s>> I squirm as I say my bit, hoping to keep his attention on my face rather than the paper sticking out of my pocket. His eyes drift from my honestly forgettable face as they land on the paper I'm trying to keep hidden from him. His hand opens between us, demanding the incriminating evidence. Caught in action, I sadly hand over the file, eyes downdrift as I shyly attempt to hide. <<s Rotherford>>Not so smart after all...<</s>> His stinging comment landing true, I struggle to keep my cool in class, as I eventually hand over the exam with a disastrous performance. //At least it's all done now.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>(I'm probably going to get caught - <img src='images/icons/looks.png'>)<</if>> <<link "Give up and just hand in the exam">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to risk the chance of being found out, I collect all my exam papers, sort them out, and hand them over, eager to just get the class over with and wanting to move forward with my life. //I just hope I did well enough in the exam!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/biology.jpg" "Biology Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Body Types</h3></center><<pickup $class "Body Types" 1>> <<s Rotherford>>Masculinity. What is masculinity and what does it mean?<</s>> The professor had started talking, as I took my seat next to <<light Leo>> to attend today's class. <<s Rotherford>>Is it a social construct, or a specific set of attributes that one has to check off?<</s>> She continued her speech, as <<light Leo>> listened to her. Thankfully, we were seated more towards the back, so I was able to whisper to him. <<s Author>>It's like every time we're here she's back at the same lesson. She's obsessed.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Right? I'm not sure what her point really is at the end of the day.<</s>> He whispered back. Unfortunately, he wasn't as sneaky as I was with his words. <<s Rotherford>>Mr. Leo. Is there anything you'd like to share with the class? You seem keen on talking?<</s>> Our professor called him out in front of the whole class. <<s Leo>>No, nothing miss. I'm sorry.<</s>> He replied, trying to let the moment pass. <<s Rotherford>>You better pay attention, boy.<</s>> The last word stuck to her tongue as she allowed it to exit from her mouth, a subtle dig at his manhood. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>><<if $alphabeta gte 20 or $alphabeta lte -20>><<s Leo>>I just don't get this whole thing. We've been at the same lesson for weeks on end.<</s>> Surprisingly, <<light Leo>> had stood up for himself as he got triggered by her last sentence. <<s Rotherford>>Is that so? Do you have opinions on my class and teachings, Mr. Leo?<</s>> She teased again, not willing to back down. My friend was just as confident in his standpoint. <<s Leo>>You claim to know all about the physical. But then again, we are not born male or female. We become them. Being a man or a woman is just as mental as it is physical. You oughta understand that. Isn't there more to biology than dictating who a person is through their genitals?<</s>> He asked, growing more confident. The professor didn't know how to deal with that curved ball. <<s Rotherford>>But you're either born male or female and that's it.<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiled. <<s Leo>>You and I both know that's false. What about intersex people? That exists biologically. That means there's more. Or is the biology behind it false? I'm confused.<</s>> He actually wasn't confused, but rather knew the professor was. He used it to his advantage in his argumentation. She remained silent, taking a moment to situate herself. <<s Rotherford>>Very well. I guess we better move on to another lesson then.<</s>> Ignoring the tricky situation she had placed herself in, she tried - and failed - to gracefully change the subject. The whole class had seen that argumentation, and they'd noticed how <<light Leo>> stood up for himself. There was a glow of appreciation, especially from a certain <<light Julio>>. <<else>><<light Leo>>, shook by how he was called out, preferred to keep to himself as he switched his attention to the pen he was fidgeting with. <<s Julio>>I just don't get this whole thing. We've been at the same lesson for weeks on end.<</s>> Surprisingly, <<light Julio>> had come to my friend's rescue, deciding to speak up. <<s Rotherford>>Is that so? Do you have opinions on my class and teachings, Mr. Julio?<</s>> She teased him instead, not willing to back down. My friend was just as confident in his standpoint. <<s Julio>>You claim to know all about the physical. But then again, we are not born male or female. We become them. Being a man or a woman is just as mental as it is physical. You oughta understand that. Isn't there more to biology than dictating who a person is through their genitals?<</s>> He asked, growing more confident. The professor didn't know how to deal with that curved ball. <<s Rotherford>>But you're either born male or female and that's it.<</s>> <<light Julio>> smiled. I noticed <<light Leo>> doing so as well, seeing this whole thing pan out in his advantage. <<s Julio>>You and I both know that's false. What about intersex people? That exists biologically. That means there's more. Or is the biology behind it false? I'm confused.<</s>> He actually wasn't confused, but rather knew the professor was. He used it to his advantage in his argumentation. She remained silent, taking a moment to situate herself. <<s Rotherford>>Very well. I guess we better move on to another lesson then.<</s>> Ignoring the tricky situation she had placed herself in, she tried - and failed - to gracefully change the subject. The whole class had seen that argumentation, and they'd noticed how <<light Julio>> stood up for <<light Leo>>. There was a glow of appreciation, especially from my friend right next to me.<<less "alphabeta" 1>><</if>> <<light Leo>> smiled by the end of the class, happy with the way things turned out to his advantage. Gender is a choice, not biological. He seemed to be on the right track to make a choice of his own... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>>

<center><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Toilets">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Empty Seat</h3></center><<pickup $class "Empty Seat" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>> Here I was again, having left class to visit the bathroom, in the same spot. In the same place two times already, I listened in as two strangers had decided to play their public games. In the same place where I felt myself remembering the way she sounded underneath him. Where I struggled to halt myself from exploring myself more... I was half-dreading and half-hoping that the activity would be repeated today. Alas, I found myself finishing my work there without any interruptions whatsoever... Why was I wishing to witness them? Why was I still seated, still waiting? What was going on with me? I pondered these questions, allowing them to drift in my head, as I tried to sort through them... //How long have I been here?// My distracted mind was not conscious of my activity. Yet I found myself with a hand roaming dangerously close to my snatch. //What was wrong with me?// I was conscious of my illicit activity now, aware of the things I wanted to do... But I didn't know if I could control them... My hand floated above my entrance, rubbing softly against my clit. I moaned softly, liking this activity, wanting to give myself more. It rubbed again against my button, bringing out yet another moan from me. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation3.jpg">> And I was hooked, as if overtaken by some horny ghost trying to push me towards my limits. There was something explicitly wrong about what I was doing, and yet I kept doing it. Kept playing with myself, kept pushing my limits. How was this in any way helpful? What if someone found me? None of it mattered. I had no control... I didn't know what to do... <div id='choices'><<link "I think I hear someone">><<less "open" 1>><<less "smarts" 2>><<replace "#choices">>It has become a familiar tune recently. Every time I found myself enjoying my time a bit more than usual, my paranoia would hit, pulling me away from my dreamery. I swear I heard something right outside the bathroom door, and this alone jolted me away from my self-exploration. My hand moved away, my body reacted in a jolt as I dressed myself. I fearfully rushed to put everything back on before moving out quickly. Not bothering to clean myself, look at myself in the mirror, anything... The shame rose through me at my body's actions. //What the hell is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The floor is more relaxing">><<add "open" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to spread my legs, allow myself further access to my lips, to discover them more, to finger myself deeper... I succumbed to my horny needs, standing to drill myself as I started inserting my fingers in my wet, dripping snatch. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation4.jpg">> I was in heat, I was needy, and I wanted to reply to my body's urges. Last time, it was a couple that caused me to be horny. This time, I simply was horny. All alone, all by my lonesome. I was excited at the prospect of sex, at the thought of maybe being caught in my compromising position... And I was replying to my body's urgent need for release. It didn't matter anymore where I was, who was around me... I needed that release. The floor beckoned as I laid down on it, spreading my legs and eagerly playing with my pouty pussy lips. <<picmid "classes/toilet-events/toilet-masturbation5.jpg">> I rubbed more and more as my clit called for my fingers' attention. I was getting closer and closer. In public, on the floor, like a bitch in heat. I brought myself to that shameful climax I so wanted to receive, smiling as I pushed all the right buttons, playing with my nude body as I brought myself to the edge and beyond. I played, enjoying my body, and imagining someone there to share the moment with. The shame of the moment with. If only the couple was here... I probably would've joined them... //That's what I wanted, right?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pichead "locations/gymnasium.jpg" "The Gymnasium">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Flexibility and Beyond</h3></center><<pickup $class "Flexibility and Beyond" 1>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Here I was again, in gymnastics class, having to stretch before we had to engage in all the other moves that the professor wanted us to do. <<s Professor>>Half the time is stretching, the other half is the exercises. That way you can guarantee a healthy standing without hurting anything. Injuries are not a joke.<</s>> //Her face was a joke.// I was yet again paired with <<light Yara>>, following her lead in what needed to be done to stretch our bodies to the best of their abilities. <<picmid "classes/stretch.jpg">> Our eyes locked on one another and our bodies intertwined in this particular position, I could hear her voice trying to lead me through it all: <<s Yara>>That's it. Just let go and push your body's limits.<</s>> Her voice, a calm, soft whisper, was naturally alluring, allowing me to relax beyond my capabilities. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The way she said that... It felt like <<light Yara>> was finding undeniable joy in my submission, as I found myself at a particular crossroads: <div id="choices"><<if $athletics gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Push back, make her catch up">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara4.jpg">> Noticing that my body is capable enough for me to push back, and wanting to see my friend acknowledge my physical capabilities, I allow myself to push back against her, showing her that my limits have improved since our last stretching session in this class. Allowing our arms to tighten even more and our legs to rise higher, I keep eye contact as I move our bodies closer to one another. I notice that her eyes never leave mine, my friend finding equal joy in seeing me push against her will, an odd sense of respect emanating from her. The intensity of the stare is not lost on me, a slight eroticism emanating from the whole thing, yet not lasting long enough for it to have a permanent effect. We eventually have to let go as our coach calls us to start the exercises, a mutual respect found in our interaction. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Push back, make her catch up" "Not strong<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Try not to hear her taunts">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Closing my eyes to break the contact and stiffening up, I don't submit to her will, doing my best to clear her influence over me and effectively shutting off. <<s Yara>>What's wrong with you? You're ruining this.<</s>> Her authoritative voice rises from the previous whispering levels, alerting the coach of our shortcomings. <<s Professor>>Bad posture, <<print $name>>. Fix it at once.<</s>> Her sultry, dominant attitude gone, <<light Yara>> scrambles to maintain a semblance of control over the situation, hugely disappointed by my performance. //At least she didn't keep that fake dominant act!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Follow her voice and submit">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-yara3.jpg">> Just like last time, I find myself melting under her charm, struggling to maintain eye contact as my dominant stares me down into beautiful submission. I let go, going soft in her arms, a putty to be molded and controlled at her whims, her masterful administrations expertly helping me push my limits as I stretched beyond what I thought myself capable of. Our eye contact is maintained, heavy, and her beautiful body is pressed against mine, who naturally reacts with heat growing inside. It feels good. She feels good against me. Her smirk grows, noticing the effect she has on me. She repeats herself one last time before letting go of the beautiful position we'd been holding. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The memory of that moment is sure to last long, its effect undeniable on my psyche. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage())is 2>><<light Yara>> was missing from today's gymnastics class, down with some seasonal flu for the day. Left having to choose another person to help me with stretching, I was immediately approached by an eager <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Couldn't help but notice that your friend was missing. Need a hand?<</s>> <<if $Samuel gte 4>>We were close enough that I could trust the guy, so I nodded my acquiescence as we moved to start our workout.<<else>>While I wasn't close to the guy, he did seem relatively harmless, and I didn't feel it wrong to be joining him in our workout.<</if>> <<picmid "classes/stretch-samuel1.jpg">> I felt vulnerable under his touch, his masterful hands pushing me however he wanted and his stares making me feel almost... Naked in his arms. It felt like we were the only two people in the class as his erotic touches were having an undeniable effect on me, pressing buttons I didn't know existed and playing with my imagination... There was an undeniable chemistry there, as I tried to listen to my body and its natural reactions, willing to follow their waves. <div id="choices"><<if $cuck gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Is that Eric looking at us?">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretch-samuel2.jpg">> Lying down in my vulnerable position in front of the masterful masculine person behind me, I look to the side of the room, where <<light Eric>> had stopped his exercise to look at the two of us "stretching". My vulnerability never leaves me, yet feeling emboldened by my friend's shameless observation of our play, I allow myself to melt further into my partner's touch, allowing him the sweet exploration of my body, and submissively accepting his ministrations. Truly feeling the effects of his touch on my pliable body, I allow myself to slip further and further into submission, accepting my inferior place under his superior touch, all the while translating that submissiveness in the way I looked at my voyeur friend. <<light Samuel>> takes my submissive action in stride, as he expertly guides me through these conflicting emotions, dominating me in body and mind. The beauty of the moment eventually pulls away, leaving me panting on the floor as I struggle to get back on my feet, eager to get on with the rest of the class. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</if>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Submit to his touch">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/stretching-samuel2.jpg">> Lying down in my vulnerable position in front of the masterful masculine person behind me, I look up to my partner in the eyes, not caring to really continue my "stretching". My vulnerability never leaves me, yet feeling emboldened by our public playful display, I allow myself to melt further into my partner's touch, allowing him the sweet exploration of my body, and submissively accepting his ministrations. Truly feeling the effects of his touch on my pliable body, I allow myself to slip further and further into submission, accepting my inferior place under his superior touch, all the while translating that submissiveness in the way I looked up at his glorious face. <<light Samuel>> takes my submissive action in stride, as he expertly guides me through these conflicting emotions, dominating me in body and mind. The beauty of the moment eventually pulls away, leaving me panting on the floor as I struggle to get back on my feet, eager to get on with the rest of the class. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Control myself and move away">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to put myself in such a vulnerable position in such a public space, I pull back. This disappoints my partner, who looks at me with a clear contempt in his eyes. I excuse myself as I leave the class, not caring about the effect that action would have on my grade. //I am not ready to debase myself in public like that!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<center><<pichead "classes/dance.jpg" "Dance Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Partner Up to Dance</h3></center><<pickup $class "Partner Up to Dance" 1>> Dance class again! <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>And this time, we had to partner up and make it more of an intimate dance as opposed to previous times where we'd group up. I had my fair share of options between my classmates on who I'd want to be joining in that dance exercise. (We're only getting this class twice so make sure to make the right choices. Anyone you choose won't be involved in the second part, where you can couple two people up with one another.) <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>This was my second time seeing this class. the choice was mine on who to join for this second (and final) class.<</if>> My options: <<if $dance.has("yarapartner")>><<dark "Yara" "Already chose her">><<elseif $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "Yara" "You've chosen not to see her content">><<else>><<link "Yara" "Partner Up to Dance Duet">><<set _partner to "Yara">><<pickup $dance "yarapartner" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Yara Partner Dance", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Partner Dance").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("Evapartner")>><<dark "Eva" "Already chose her">><<elseif $evaavoid is true>><<dark "Eva" "You've chosen not to see her content">><<else>><<link "Eva" "Partner Up to Dance Duet">><<set _partner to "Eva">><<pickup $dance "Evapartner" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Eva Partner Dance", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eva Partner Dance").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("Leopartner")>><<dark "Leo" "Already chose him">><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<dark "Leo" "You've chosen not to see his content">><<else>><<link "Leo" "Partner Up to Dance Duet">><<pickup $dance "Leopartner" 1>><<set _partner to "Leo">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Leo Partner Dance", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leo Partner Dance").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("Jeromepartner")>><<dark "Jerome" "Already chose him">><<else>><<link "Jerome" "Partner Up to Dance Duet">><<set _partner to "Jerome">><<pickup $dance "Jeromepartner" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Jerome Partner Dance", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jerome Partner Dance").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("Samuelpartner")>><<dark "Samuel" "Already chose him">><<else>><<link "Samuel" "Partner Up to Dance Duet">><<set _partner to "Samuel">><<pickup $dance "Samuelpartner" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Samuel Partner Dance", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Samuel Partner Dance").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/dance.jpg" "Dance Class">> In another part of the class, two of my friends were sharing a dance of their own. Who are we witnessing? <div id='choices'><<if $dance.has("YaraEva Partner")>><<dark "Yara dancing with Eva" "Already seen this">><<elseif $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "Yara dancing with Eva" "You chose to skip her content.">><<elseif $evaavoid is true>><<dark "Yara dancing with Eva" "You chose to skip her content.">><<elseif _partner is "Yara">><<dark "Yara dancing with Eva" "I am dancing with Yara">><<elseif _partner is "Eva">><<dark "Yara dancing with Eva" "I am dancing with Eva">><<else>><<link "Yara dancing with Eva">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $evayara "partnerdance" 1>><<pickup $dance "YaraEva Partner" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-distance.jpg">>In another side of the room, my two female friends were engaged in a dance of their own, sharing the scene as their bodies drifted alongside each other's. <<light Yara>> was obviously leading the action, while <<light Eva>> followed her lead, moving in beautiful unison as their bodies embraced and shifted in a tango of beauty and elegance. And I watched them move like that, unsure of how I felt about what I was seeing, slightly... jealous? But of what, I didn't quite know... <div id='choices2'><<link "Jealous of Yara">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Maybe... Most probably... I was jealous of the dominant <<light Yara>>, and how she controlled <<light Eva>>'s body as they danced, shifting against each other so seductively while I watched on helplessly... Her control of my friend's body... It should be me there, making <<light Eva>> breathe heavily as she followed my own rhythm... But why was I feeling this way? //We're just friends, right?// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jealous of Eva">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>The way <<light Yara>> looked at <<light Eva>>, that sultry dominant stare... I needed that to myself. I found that I... Probably... Most definitely, was jealous of <<light Eva>>, and the attention she got from the dominant <<light Yara>>. I was supposed to be in her place, dancing with my dominant friend as she took control of my body... I was supposed to be held like that, stared at so deeply. I wanted to feel breathless in her controlling arms, giving her control over my very breath... I... Why was I feeling this way? //We're just friends, right?// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jealous of both">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I was not jealous. No. I didn't want to be there with them... Or maybe I did, but that's normal, right? Seeing the way their beautiful, sexy bodies moved against one another... Did I want to be <<light Eva>>, submissive in <<light Yara>>'s hands as she controlled the action, or did I want <<light Eva>>'s body against mine, moving seductively as we gathered people's attention? I wanted both and neither at the same time. I wanted both their bodies against mine. Why did it have to be a duet? Why couldn't all three of us share a bed? //I meant a dancefloor!// I wanted to be near them, my heart pumped strongly in my chest as I watched along... //We're just friends, right?//<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("LeoJulio Partner")>><<dark "Leo dancing with Julio" "Already seen this">><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<dark "Leo dancing with Julio" "You chose to skip his content.">><<elseif _partner is "Leo">><<dark "Leo dancing with Julio" "I am dancing with Leo">><<else>><<link "Leo dancing with Julio">><<pickup $leojulio "partnerdance" 1>><<pickup $dance "LeoJulio Partner" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-gay-leo.jpg">>Our dance teacher didn't care who danced with who, so long as they got the moves in and understood the assignment. Seeing <<light Leo>> share the scene with <<light Julio>> was therefore not a surprise, but rather a pleasant appearance. Their dance took them across the dance floor, in perfect unison as they both drifted near each other. At a break, I approached them. <<s Author>>How come both of you are such great dancers?<</s>> I asked them, genuinely impressed. <<s Julio>>Turns out we're both taking dancing classes outside of school!<</s>> My black friend beamed, before hooking his hands around a confident <<light Leo>>. <<if $alphabeta gte 0>>As they drifted away, I noticed <<light Leo>> took the lead in the dance, controlling their movements as he moved across the dancefloor gracefully, <<light Julio>> following suit. While <<light Julio>> had always struck me as the dominant type, in this dance at least, he was fine following my masculine friend's lead.<<add "alphabeta" 1>><<else>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<light Leo>> followed our artistic friend's lead, as the black guy took control of the action, hands on my feminine friend's hips, leading him across the dance floor. The sway of <<light Leo>>'s hips was sure to catch the attention of a few of our friends, but it didn't seem like he cared as he stared deep into his dance partner's eyes, eagerly following wherever the black guy took him. It was so seductive seeing my friend being such a submissive follower!<</if>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("LeoEva Partner")>><<dark "Leo dancing with Eva" "Already seen this">><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<dark "Leo dancing with Eva" "You chose to skip his content.">><<elseif $evaavoid is true>><<dark "Leo dancing with Eva" "You chose to skip her content.">><<elseif _partner is "Leo">><<dark "Leo dancing with Eva" "I am dancing with Leo">><<elseif _partner is "Eva">><<dark "Leo dancing with Eva" "I am dancing with Eva">><<else>><<link "Leo dancing with Eva">><<pickup $evaleo "partnerdance" 1>><<pickup $dance "LeoEva Partner" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> A soft couple that kept to themselves, I notices <<light Leo>> and <<light Eva>> dancing in their own corner of the room, concentrating on the steps as <<light Leo>> led <<light Eva>> in her steps, trying to help her with the assignment. While they looked cute in their own corner, I couldn't help but feel that they'd benefit from a bit of a spotlight. And that's what I gave them, slowly but surely dancing alongside them to force them further to the middle of the room, grabbing other people's attention as they danced together. <<s Author>>You two are so cute together.<</s>> I told them, smiling softly before moving away, both of them blushing as they continued their dance. It was sweet seeing these two cuties dancing together, slowly growing more comfortable in their own skin and closer with time. //They do make a cute couple...//<</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $dance.has("JasminJerome Partner")>><<dark "Jasmin dancing with Jerome" "Already seen this">><<elseif $jasminavoid is true>><<dark "Jasmin dancing with Jerome" "You chose to skip her content.">><<elseif _partner is "Jerome">><<dark "Jasmin dancing with Jerome" "I am dancing with Jerome">><<else>><<link "Jasmin dancing with Jerome">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "partnerdance" 1>><<pickup $dance "JasminJerome Partner" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/jeromesensual.jpg">> While everyone else engaged in a classical waltz on the dancefloor, the two horny lovebirds had their hands all over each other's body, naughtily exploring each other as if there was no one else around them. <<light Jasmin>>, with her back turned towards the dominant <<light Jerome>>, twerked her ass off as she grinded against his impressive member, and I found myself watching this illicit activity happening in front of me, not quite sure what was more attractive, his cock straining against his pants or her supple petite body moving against him. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>His member has all my attention">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>It wasn't her that caught my attention, it was him and his impressive cock, his beautiful member that strained against his shorts as he grinded against her ass. It was the big member that hid in his clothes, threatening to come out and dominate the little body in front of it. It was the dominance with which he held her against him, controlling their actions. It was him. He had my whole attention, and I wanted his body and big black cock against me. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Her body is too hot!">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>He might've been attractive, but in this moment, in what was happening there, my full focus was on the white sexy girl playing against the guy, moving her body attractively to the rhythm, entracing and beautiful. I watched as the beautiful <<light Jasmin>> danced in front of me seductively, catching my eager attention as she grinded herself against the dominant <<light Jerome>>. Her sexy body moved in all the right ways, and she had not only him wrapped around her finger, but me too, as I watched my friend's naughty activity and wished it happened against me instead. It was her. She had my whole attention, and I wished I was in his place feeling up her sexy ass... <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I can't choose!">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>How could I choose which of them attracted me more, when they both so obviously were seductive, the clash between their skin colors one of the most incredible portraits I have ever seen? His huge mast straining against his pants was impressive, only because it was sandwiched between her shapely buttcheeks, a whore and her dominant master dancing against one another... Her sexy body moved beautifully, but it was also led by his dominant hands, controlling her every movement and making her follow his commands, a true dominant and his submissive. And I wanted to be a part of it. I couldn't choose how, I wasn't willing to. I just wanted to be in their vicinity. And that image was ingrained in my memory. I just wish I could be part of their world, in whatever way I could be. They were so hot. Both of them, together and alone. And I wanted them both. <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> Or I could choose not to see any of this and simply ignore it...</div> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>>

<<set _partner to "Yara">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> The beautiful <<light Yara>> smiled as I approached her with my proposal to dance together for this class. <<s Yara>>Oh little dove, I'd love to!<</s>> She beamed radiantly. Grabbing my hand, she led me to a side of the dance floor, ready to start with the moves. It was a good thing that our teacher had allowed same sex couplings, we hadn't caught anyone else's attention just yet in our secluded little corner. <<s Yara>>What has gotten you all worried?<</s>> She asked me, her hand having found its way to my waist, taking the leading part in the dance. <<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-natural.jpg">> <<s Author>>Nothing.<</s>> I answered quickly, before I decided to add: <<s Author>>People staring.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Yara>>Oh let them stare, we're the sexiest couple here!<</s>> She confidently said, making me twirl. I smiled, more to myself than anything else, as I followed her lead. <<s professor>>And 1, 2, 3, 4 and...<</s>> Leading the session and helping us find our footing, the professor gave out the beat as the music played in the background. <<s Yara>>You're such a good dancer.<</s>> My friend complimented me, <<s Yara>>And so pretty.<</s>> I didn't know how to react to her compliment, it felt odd to be this well courted... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Take the lead myself.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-dom.jpg">>\ I decided to turn the tables on her, take the lead myself. Switching my arm hold and hooking my hand around her waist, I was quick to regain control of the action and have her dance at my own rhythm and pace. <<s Author>>The pretty one is you.<</s>> I whispered in her ear as I got closer, our bodies moving closer together and on rhythm. I could feel her breath catch as she tried to deal with the sudden shift in power, softly breathing as she tried to keep up. <<s Author>>See, you're so good at following my lead. Such a good dancer.<</s>> I turned the compliment back on her, leading the conversation again as she tried to keep up. My hand on her waist drifted lower slowly, getting close to her hips and ass, resting softly there as she tried dealing with the feelings. I could feel her trying to keep control of herself as her hands on my shoulder tensed and flexed progressively. As we winded down from the dance and the intense moments we shared, our professor called for the end of that exercise. //She's so cute when she's flustered.// I thought to myself as I saw her beautiful rosy blush. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take the lead" "Not dominant <img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Lose my footing">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I thought of what she said, my mind taken by her seductive words. Did she really think that of me? Was I a good dancer? My mind turned these words quickly as I got distracted by the compliment. I stepped on her foot. Softly, granted, but still a misstep. And my rhythm was completely off after that. <<light Yara>> grabbed hold of my waist, almost carrying me as she kept her movement in tune with the music. <<s Yara>>I may have spoken too soon.<</s>> She teased, as her eyes landed on my lips. <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> I whispered, flustered. <<s Yara>>Don't worry, you're still pretty.<</s>> She complimented me, smiling, <<s Yara>>Just follow my lead and don't worry about anything.<</s>> Her reassuring voice lulled me into a sense of comfort as I followed her lead dutifully, eagerly trying to keep pace with her expert movements as she led us both in the dance. I found myself following, listening to her lead. And I liked it. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> She complimented me towards the end, sending beautiful shivers down my spine. I smiled to myself at this advancement, happy about this development. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I'm blushing too much, look away">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-sub.jpg">>I couldn't maintain eye contact. The nice words had their desired effect on me as I blushed and shied away from her eyes, moving my head to the side to not show her the effect she'd had on me. Her finger softly found its way to my chin, turning me to look back at her. <<s Yara>>Don't be shy, it's okay to blush in my arms.<</s>> She said, softly, in an imperceptible whisper. Her finger lingered there, holding my head as I looked at her, as she roped me in further, my eyes catching hers and unwilling to let go. She smiled at me. <<s Yara>>You're so cute when you're blushing.<</s>> I was certain that my face turned multiple shades of red at these few words, and I found myself yet again trying to hide away from her gaze. She was not willing to let me escape just like that, her finger keeping control over my whole face, her body against mine and controlling me. I found myself melting into her, wanting to succumb to her dominant aura... And melted I did, losing myself in her beautiful eyes... <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> She complimented me, as our dance came to its end, bringing me out of my stupor as I noticed we were dancing together this whole time. I liked it... Maybe a bit too much? <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm blushing too much, look away" "Not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>></div>

<<set _partner to "Eva">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Beautiful <<light Eva>> had agreed to dance with me today, as we shared the scene together, dancing in tandem to the beautiful classical music playing. <<s Eva>>So eum... Who should lead?<</s>> She asked, hesitant as she approached me. I found this to be yet another opportunity to have my nerdy friend succumb even more to my lead<<if $subdom lte 0>>, despite me being submissive as well.<<else>>.<</if>> And I knew she'd do as I chose. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I'll take the lead">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-dom.jpg">>This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. <<s Author>>I think we both know who's better at leading here.<</s>> I said, confidently. She succumbed to my confidence and complied, blushing slightly as she placed her hands on my shoulders and followed my lead in the dance. As I danced with my friend, my hands on her waist and moving her body with the music, to the rhythm I chose, I found her to be eagerly following my steps, compliant. //This comes so naturally to her.// I made the mental note, noticing her compliance. <<s Author>>That's it. You're doing so well.<</s>> I said, praising her. Her cheeks found a pinker color as she voices a little <<s Eva>>Thank you.<</s>> I smiled at her, continuing our dance and making sure she followed suit, dominating her every move and allowing my hands to roam across her body and backside as I led her around. She seemed happy with the way things were going. //I'd say overall this was a good class.// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>She should lead">><<less "evasub" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-lesbo-dom.jpg">>I couldn't find it in me to take control of this interaction like that. I couldn't find it in me to lead. <<s Eva>>I guess it's better I lead, since that decision even is too much for you.<</s>> She said, taking control of the situation and immediately placing her hand on my hips to lead the dance. I found myself willingly succumbing to her control, eager to follow along as she led us in the dance, trying my best to catch up to my friend's moves. <<light Eva>> was by no means a dominant, confident person, yet in the face of my hesitation, my submissiveness, she had decided to take the lead like that... What did that say about me? How could I have let her do that, so willingly? Yet despite all the conflicting thoughts that roamed through my head, I found myself still following her lead, still eagerly trying to show her I could do what she wanted me to do. <<s Eva>>Just let go. Follow my steps. Maybe then our grade will improve.<</s>> She said, her hand firmly grasping my waist, trying to assert dominance. Did I have what it took to give her even more control? Was I willing to? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Hesitantly back off">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't find it in me to give her that additional bit of control over the interaction, I just had to move away. My hesitation was obvious, and despite the character she was playing in that particular moment, she turned hesitant as well. Our dancing got impacted by this common misstep, as we went out of rhythm. <<s Eva>>No, not..<</s>> She struggled to regain composure and control over the interaction, and this had the effect of catching the professor's attention. <<s professor>>Tut-tut-tut.<</s>> The professor was not impressed with that advancement. <<s Author>>Sorry...<</s>> I whispered to my friend, frustrated with the development. <<s Eva>>It's okay... I asked too much.<</s>> True to herself and her own character, <<light Eva>> showed hesitation of her own. //This could've evolved better...// <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Empty my mind">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I found myself following her lead even more, and found my mind emptying. There was no use to be conscious about what I was doing, I just needed to follow. And I followed, and by doing so, found that our dancing improved. <<light Eva>> expertly took over control, leading us in a seamless, beautiful dance that took us across the dance floor, almost showing me off to the rest of the students attending the class. And I loved it, mind empty and gladly ceding control to my partner, allowing her this leadership with complete eagerness. It felt nice to let go like that, to be controlled, my mind dominated, not having to make decisions, trusting another person. By no means would I consider <<light Eva>> to be a dominant person, but even so, she was the one in the lead in our interaction, she was the one that controlled my every action, the one I emptied my mind to and allowed this control... And I liked it. I liked the potential behind it... I felt like I wanted more of it, and didn't know how I would reach it... //Our grade is sure to have a positive impact from this dance!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Empty my mind" "Not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough.">><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Maybe we don't need someone to lead?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured a "leader" and "follower" in a dance was not necessary, besides I didn't find either of us fit the part... <<s Author>>Why should any of us lead? We're smart enough to pick it up together.<</s>> I suggested, met immediately with a hesitant <<light Eva>>. <<s Eva>>Are you sure? That's like the base of a classical waltz?<</s>> She asked, worried. <<s Author>>I am certain. It's an outdated view.<</s>> I confidently spoke as I moved into position. And we danced. Or at least, tried to. In our eagerness to prove a point, we were both proven wrong in our assumption, noticing our dancing suffering greatly from our disposition. <<s professor>>Absolutely dreadful.<</s>> The professor said as they approached us, obviously unimpressed with our dancing. <<s professor>>That's why I don't allow two girls to be dancing together.<</s>> While sexist and homophobic, her comment did carry a point. <<light Yara>> approached us as the professor left. <<s Yara>>That's why you girls need someone to lead you. Stupid mistake.<</s>> She teased us confidently, almost mocking us. And I took it to heart. Maybe neither of us were meant to lead. We were both meant to follow... And our grade suffered because of our impunity. <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _partner to "Leo">><<add "Leo" 1>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My newest partner met me on the dancefloor, eager to start our tango together. <<s Leo>>Ready for our dance, princess?<</s>> He asked, confidently, preparing himself to get the moves on. I looked at my friend confidently standing in front of me, and made my choice. <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta lte 0>><<link "You're the one that should be ready, 'princess'.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> <<s Author>>You're the one that should be ready, "princess".<</s>> I teased him back, flashing him my best smile as I hooked my hand on his waist and started leading our dance to the rhythm of the music. The beautiful little whimper he gave before succumbing to my lead sent a thrilling chill down my spine. I felt confident that he liked what he was feeling, as my hand controlled him, firmly placed on his backside. <<s Author>>You're liking it a lot!<</s>> I teased him as I led the dance in my direction. <<s Leo>>This is nice.<</s>> He admitted back. <<s Author>>You're a good follower, Leo.<</s>> I gave him the little compliment as he whimpered more, slightly blushing at my compliment. <<s Author>>Move your hips more, lean into it.<</s>> I encouraged my friend, who leaned into the feeling and went for it even more. <<light Leo>>'s swaying hips were entrancing, it seemed, as he went back and forth, dancing in my arms. He was really growing more and more into his feminine self, and it was so nice to see. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're the one that should be ready, 'princess'." "He's too masculine for that.">><</if>> <<if $alphabeta gte 0>><<link "Take it away, prince.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-asshold.jpg">> I helped him with his imaginative setting, joining him in the passionate dance he was ready to lead. Dancing together, his hands on my waist and mine on his shoulders, we swayed on the dance floor, catching a few stares as we expertly moved. <<s stranger>>Way to go, Leo!<</s>> I could see people were impressed with the way he led the dance, a true testament to his growing masculinity. <<s Author>>How come you're such a good dancer?<</s>> I asked, actually intrigued by this revelation. <<s Leo>>Easy, I've been taking classes for theater.<</s>> He replied, before spinning me in a twirl. I don't know why I felt a heat rising through me at his comment, but I found myself melting in his touch even further. He smiled at me. <<s Leo>>You're not so bad yourself.<</s>> He complimented, a hint of arrogance seeping through. But then again, who wouldn't be in his shoes? Our beautiful dance continued, gathering the right kind of attention to my improved partner. I found this to be a true success. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take it away, prince." "He's too feminine for that.">><</if>> </div>

<<set _partner to "Samuel">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Samuel>>May I have this dance?<</s>> My black friend approached me, putting his hand out to invite me to this dance together. All I could do was accept, eager to see where our tango of bodies would take us on the dance floor. The man knew how to move. There was no other way to say it, but his movements were well in tune with the beat of the music and he held control of my body expertly, moving me on the dance floor like a puppet master, me attached to his strings and being twisted and twirled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the creepy <<light Eric>> once again watching us, a common occurrence every time I happened to be in the vicinity of my black friend. <<s Author>>How come you're such a good dancer?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Samuel>>It's easy, my parents have always been the most cultured of people, and I had to be the same.<</s>> He explained, <<s Samuel>>They enrolled me in all sorts of classes to improve my skills, saying it'll make me a more desirable prospect.<</s>> I was impressed. Despite someone wanting to claim the opposite, his parents were right. He was more desirable at the moment.. <<s Author>>They were right.<</s>> His eyebrow rose as he looked at me, smiling. <<s Samuel>>Is that so?<</s>> He teased, before moving me into a twirl, expertly leading my steps before moving me back towards him. I twirled, allowing myself to catch a deep breath, before I was moved yet again into his strong, dominant arms. <<s Samuel>>You know... We have an admirer.<</s>> He commented, his eyes giving a glance at the gawking <<light Eric>> on another side of the room, who was struggling not to step on his own partner's feet. <<s Author>>I know.<</s>> I said, not quite sure how that made me feel. <<s Samuel>>Why don't we give him a show?<</s>> He suggested, <<s Samuel>>Do you trust me?<</s>> He seemed to want to completely lead the dance, and I felt compelled to let him do so... But I didn't know entirely what that entailed, and it somewhat worried me... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>You're the master">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-ir-behind.jpg">>I was taken by his confidence, his knowledge in the way he was dancing, the potential of what might come if I found it in myself to let go and follow his lead... <<s Author>>Take it away.<</s>> I said in a raspy breath, ceding control to him and hoping for the best. And he put on his best, grabbing me closer and starting with his expert manipulation of my body. I could only hold my breath in as our bodies moved in unison, only allowing myself to release it when he gave me the chance to twist and twirl away from his body, noticing how I subconsciously took his permission for every move. He led, I followed, and it was a beautiful sight indeed as a lot of our fellow students almost stopped what they were doing to watch us dance. And dance we did, his body controlling mine, strong against me as he led me here and there, making me follow his steps and succumb to his will. In front of all the students. In front of a watchful <<light Eric>> who was obviously taking it all in, trying his best to control his emotions as my black friend controlled my body here and there, pushing and pulling me along, playing with my body. A body that was willing, obedient. And I danced and twisted and twirled submissively, enjoying the movements and wanting more, hoping he'd give me more, grinding my body against his at every chance I got. Before I knew it, I noticed I could barely control myself as I tried to get more and more of him, unable to receive much and not satisfied with the little I had. I wanted more, and I aimed for more, until I could take no more with the ending of the song. <<s professor>>Great job, Samuel and <<print $name>>.<</s>> The professor beamed, praising our performance in front of the whole class. I remembered where we were, what we were doing, what was happening. But I didn't care much. There was a fire in me that I didn't find the will to control. A fire expertly ignited by my dominant partner. <<s Samuel>>You did well. He's all into you.<</s>> My partner said, pointing out the white boy staring at me, trying to cover his pants. //What a wimp.// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better keep it as it is">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-ir-erotic.jpg">>I didn't like letting go of control that much, and made my position clear to my friend. <<s Author>>No it's fine. He's probably trying to match our movements.<</s>> I said, not quite willing to hurt my friend with the vision of us two dancing in front of him, especially when <<light Samuel>> was such an expert dancer. <<s Samuel>>Your loss.<</s>> He said, still keeping his cool and leading me softly across the dance floor. Ever the gentleman, the guy confidently kept his distance, making all the right moves. This alone made me appreciate him more, though I also thought of what missed opportunity might've come my way had I accepted... <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _partner to "Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin and I are going through something today. I want you to be my partner.<</s>> Approached by the attractive black guy, I was stunned by his proposal, which was somewhat unexpected. I found myself agreeing with his proposal. <<s Author>>I'd love to join you in that dance.<</s>> I said, as we made our way to our corner to practice. <<s Jerome>>Honestly this kind of dancing is stupid. It's nothing like real dancing.<</s>> He claimed, as he struggled to follow the steps of our waltz. <<s Author>>How do you mean? It's a waltz, it's well known!<</s>> I said. <<s Jerome>>Not something you really find in a club somewhere, is it?<</s>> He claimed, pointing out his view. <<s Author>>Well... Obviously not. Everyone's constantly horny there.<</s>> I said with honesty. <<s Jerome>>So if we're horny here, then it'd be okay to dance these dances?<</s>> He asked arrogantly, a creepy smile appearing on his face. <<s Author>>That's definitely not what I was saying.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin would agree.<</s>> <<s Author>>I thought we were over Jasmin for today?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Jerome>>Bitch is trying to last without me, without my attention.<</s>> He said arrogantly. <<s Author>>And how's that working out for you?<</s>> He gave me an odd glance as he tried to keep up with the steps. <<s Jerome>>Bitches in heat can hardly control themselves. She'll be back to me in no time.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>And you?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I can get anyone I want. I can last.<</s>> He said, staring me again straight in the eyes, as if challenging me. <<s Author>>I see.<</s>> I moved my attention back to our steps, making sure not to lose my concentration. <<s Jerome>>Let's really dance, come on. It'll give me something to think of while I wait for your whore of a friend to come back to me.<</s>> He said, not filtering his thoughts or his words. There was an undeniable dominance in his attitude, but at the same time a powerful aura of danger emanating from him. Seeing him like this was scary, albeit attractive somehow. I thought of what to do... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Succumb to his will entirely">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-ir-behind.jpg">>There was an undeniable beauty in the danger, and undeniable thrill in letting go and allowing him control of the action. I knew my grade would get a hit because of it, I knew that I'd receive a few sideways glances if I followed his arrogant lead. And I knew I'd have no control over any of it as soon as I started. But I also felt like there was no choice to be made, no control to give away in the first place. Over time, since the beginning of the year, my will had slowly started being overridden by stronger people. People like <<light Jerome>> who knew what they wanted and claimed it openly. And now, the black guy wanted me to satisfy him, in his own way, and there was no other way things were going to progress. If my whore of a friend is not with him, I'd be the whore he needs to find satisfaction. And so, I nodded as I looked into his dominating eyes, gaining a huge smile from him as his large hands grabbed hold of my body and moved me with his back towards him, immediately grinding against me with powerful thrusts to a beat of his own. Around us, classical music played while our friends engaged in a waltz. Us, we were engaged in a public dry humping that left me wet and him hard as a rock, faking some sort of musical sway of our hips in the sole goal of getting that silent sexual release. And I leaned into him more, my hands drifting over and behind me, to grab the back of his neck and lean into him more, thrusting my ass back and chest forward, a sultry, sexy impression of a whore with her dominant partner. <<s Jerome>>Such a good girl. That's a good whore.<</s>> He complimented me, and I found myself wetten at his comment even more, turned on by his attitude and his control. <<s Jerome>>Keep it up. You're such a good slut for my cock.<</s>> He complimented me once more, happy with my submissiveness. And I was happy to be letting go for him like that, eagerly allowing him to lead me the way he wanted me. And I- <<s professor>>You two. Stop this nonsense now. We face our partner in a waltz.<</s>> The professor interjected, jolting me out of my horny reverie, angry at our public display of... sexuality. <<s Jerome>>Sorry sir. I tried stopping her but bitches do what they gotta do.<</s>> My partner called out, as <<light Jasmin>> looked along with frustration. I looked at him stunned. He had turned on me... But I didn't mind. <<s Author>>Yes, sorry sir. I can't control myself with such a man.<</s>> I said, a nail in <<light Jasmin>>'s horny coffin as she moved even closer. <<s professor>>Absolutely disappointing, <<print $name>>. Separate at once.<</s>> He commanded, as <<light Jasmin>> quickly moved into <<light Jerome>>'s side. <<s Jasmin>>I need you now.<</s>> Her needy request sounded out, as he smiled widely. <<light Jerome>> winked at me as he headed with her to the bathroom, clearly thankful for my aid. //Fuck that was hot. That should've been me with him in the bathroom.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Succumb to his will entirely" "Not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try teasing him just enough">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/dance-classes/dance-ir-erotic.jpg">>I was not ready to entirely cede control to this dominating person, and still wanted to complete the exercise that was given to us. That's why I allowed myself a bit of a closer stance to my partner, moving into his arms and allowing a tighter embrace. <<s Author>>We're still following the waltz, so you better do this right.<</s>> I whispered, moving in unison with his steps and continuing our relatively tame dance. That indeed did not stop him from grinding against me at times, wanting to feel some sort of pressure on his cock. I don't know whether he thought I'd simply be impressed by his size and succumb to him or whether he really was desperate for release, I simply found myself accepting his rather brutal advances for his own good, calmly impressed by the size of his organ and intrigued about his abilities in bed... My small moment of daydream was halted with the end of the song, as our bodies stepped aside from one another. <<s Jerome>>Sure you don't want to see this through?<</s>> He asked, pointing my attention towards his engorged cock that struggled against the confines of his pants. <<s Author>>Sorry, I'm not your gal.<</s>> I apologized, not really sorry but still respectful of the kind of person he was. <<s Jerome>>Not yet you're not.<</s>> He said before stepping away. //What a dominant, arrogant guy... He's really got his eyes on me...// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>There's no way I am doing this.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't find it in me to allow him such a dance and such a dominating attitude. I found myself denying him the opportunity to dance with me in the first place. <<s Author>>Find someone else to be your whore for a day.<</s>> I told him, keeping my distance as I tried to keep up with the waltz. <<s Jerome>>Whore for a day? You got me wrong, <<print $name>>. Not even a day is what I'm asking for. But if a dance is too much for you, then I guess I was truly wrong about you. You're not worth my time or breath.<</s>> And just like that, with impressive self-control, the hulking man stepped away from me, his intimidating presence moving across the dance floor to find another person to dance with, leaving me alone just like that. And just at that moment, the professor approached me, noticing me not dancing. <<s professor>>Are we having fun, <<print $name>>?<</s>> They asked me sternly, making it obviosu that they were unimpressed with my performance. //This did not go as planned. Hit me right where it hurts.// Was I too harsh on him? I did accept his dance in the first place... <</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Another Boring Class">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>Another Boring Class</h3></center><<pickup $class "Standing for Africa" 1>><<if $jasminavoid is true>><<goto "Random lvl1 Class">><</if>> Another boring class awaited me today, as I constantly droned off and was barely able to concentrate on the lesson that was being taught. <<s Jerome>>How about you come over after school today?<</s>> I heard my masculine friend whisper to <<light Jasmin>> right next to him. I made sure not to show that I was privy to their conversation, as <<light Jasmin>> bit her lip, looking at <<light Jerome>> before answering. <<s Jasmin>>Sure. But it'll have to be quick.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Jerome>>How about we go now?<</s>> He suggested, flirtatiously. <<light Jasmin>> all but jumped at the opportunity. <<s Jasmin>>Yes!<</s>> She excitedly said, eager. <<s Jerome>>Follow me.<</s>> He whispered to her as he stood to "go to the toilets." A few minutes later, she followed suit. //The naughtiness never stops, I guess.// <<link "Leave class">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The school's hallway">> Walking down the corridors of the school after class, I find myself distracted for a few minutes as I meet up with a few friends to say hi. It's almost out of nowhere that, stepping outside, I am approached by a worried <<light John>>. <center><<pic John>>Jasmin's father<</pic>></center> <<s John>>Have you seen my daughter?<</s>> Straight to the point, this one! <<s Author>>Not really, no...<</s>> I admitted, answering him straight to his question. <<s John>>She told me she had a project she's working on, and she hasn't been answering her phone. Any idea where she might be?<</s>> I knew where she was. I knew what she was doing. And I knew he wouldn't approve of it. I also knew there was nothing that he could do about it, and that my friend would expect me to have her back... And I knew he awaited my answer. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't know and I don't care">><<less "johntrust" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel as compelled to answer him or give him the time of day. I decided to get it over with. <<s Author>>Honestly, sir, I don't know where she is and I don't really care. If she said she has a project, then she probably does.<</s>> I sternly said, before heading my own way. //This man is too overbearing, poor <<light Jasmin>>.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Fool the guy">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided I'd have my friend's back. <<s Author>>That's true, sir. Last I checked, she was finishing up a project at Mr. Oliver's office. You know how he is about his schedule.<</s>> I said, making a false assumption to rope him in. <<s John>>Ah yes, that's true.<</s>> He admitted, not wanting to seem like he lacked knowledge. <<s Author>>So you have nothing to worry about sir. Jasmin is a big girl. She'll be over as soon as she's done.<</s>> I said, before thinking it best to add: <<s Author>>He is quite thorough, though, so it might be a while before she's done.<</s>> <<light John>> nodded along, convinced by what I was saying. <<s John>>Thank you, <<print $name>>. I guess the best I can do is wait for her.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>In your car, of course. It'd be weird for her if everyone at school saw her father lurking around, don't you think?<</s>> I asked innocently. He took the bait. <<s John>>Of course, you're right. I'll see you around then.<</s>> He said, taking his leave. //What a gullible fool. No wonder his wife left him...// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessage to 4>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Tell him all I know.">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 4>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured the best way to defend <<light Jasmin>> and help her on the right path was... To snitch on her. <<s Author>>I don't know where she is. Probably at Jerome's for the project.<</s>> I said, feigning ignorance. He was quick to follow up with another question. <<s John>>Jerome? Who's Jerome?<</s>> He asked worriedly. <<s Author>>Her boyfr- She never told you about Jerome?<</s>> I acted as if I slipped up. He took the bait. <<s John>>No she never did anything of the sort. Her and I will have a long conversation once she gets home.<</s>> He announced, anger seaping on his face. <<s John>>Excuse me.<</s>> He took his leave, phone in hand as he tried reaching my friend. //I wonder if that was the right thing to do... What if he mentions me?// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessage to 5>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "A university's visit">><<pickup $class "University Prospects" 1>> <<s professor>>Let's go, to the auditorium!<</s>> Our professor had barely arrived at class before calling us up to leave it and head towards another location, none of us quite sure what it was about. <<light Jerome>> had decided to approach the professor as we started preparing ourselves to leave. <<s Jerome>>What is this about?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s professor>>Some college, university or whatnot is coming to advertise their programs. Just be happy you missed today's class.<</s>> That was odd, but I was intrigued to find out what that university brought to the table and what it offered. It was an interesting prospect, who knew what they'd share with us... <<link "To the auditorium">><<replace "#continue">><center><<pichead "locations/auditorium.jpg" "At the auditorium">><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>University Prospects</h3></center> <<s stranger>>Please, grab your seats, please...<</s>> There was a staff member ushering us towards our seats in the auditorium. On mine, I found a flyer lying down. <center><<link "<img src='images/classes/sup-stuff/sup-promotion-tame.jpg' width='500px' title='Click for more'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SUP Flyer Naughty").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></center> I picked it up and gave it a look, intrigued by its contents... The SUP... The Swedish University for Progressive Learning... Did they really bring us people from all the way across the world, another continent, to talk to us about their college and what it had to offer? I mean, the flyer was nice and everything, but I was skeptical of what exactly they'd be teaching us and what programs they'd have that really set them apart... <<s Priscilla>>Hello, students.<</s>> Our principal had taken the stage, addressing us all. <<s Priscilla>>We are lucky to have representatives from the SUP here with us today and throughout this week to tell us all about their programs and what they bring to the educational table so to speak.<</s>> She explained, elaborating further on the reason for this assembly. <<s Priscilla>>We soon will have them give you a nice presentation about what they have been doing to create opportunity for young people like you to build a better, sustainable future for people of all races and genders.<</s>> She said with confidence, years of public speaking experience clearly evident. <<s Priscilla>>So without further ado, please welcome the director of SUP and all-around great guy, Mr. <<light Hudson>>.<</s>> <<pic Hudson>>The SUP's Director<</pic>> Applause ringed out as we greeted the stern-looking person on stage, a confident person in his posture and presentation. He took a moment looking at all of us, studying us, before he spoke, already having caught our attention with his self-control. <<s Hudson>>Your future is here. It is now.<</s>> He spoke clearly, a monotonous voice that still held an undeniable amount of gravitas. <<s Hudson>>Your life is to change the way you want it to, and the world is to change the way we want it to.<</s>> His words were almost poetic, as we watched him speak, the whole of the auditorium silent and engaged. <<s Hudson>>It is through joining our university that you can be part of a movement of change and evolution. It is a scary thing, going all the way across the world to a different country to study at a strange university and meet strangers. It is a weird and oddly heavy thing to be following that path less traveled, not knowing what awaits on the other side. But here I am, president of the university, telling you that we've got you. That your safety is all but guaranteed, and that your future awaits.<</s>> He spoke, and we listened, engaging us and communicating with us, relating to our struggles. It felt nice being seen like that, and he knew how to make us feel seen. <<s Hudson>>So you're a new student here.<</s>> He had accosted <<light Eric>>, talking to him as he stood near him, almost interrogating him. <<s Hudson>>And how has that experience been for you?<</s>> The mic hovered in front of <<light Eric>>'s face, as the president awaited his answer. <<s Eric>>It's been an experience. I've grown so much.<</s>> My friend admitted almost shyly. <<s Hudson>>And yet you are still here, alive and well.<</s>> He regained control of the mic, moving on to his next example or victim. <<if $leoavoid is false>>His eyes fell on <<light Leo>>. <<s Hudson>>Hallå.<</s>> He told him, greeting my friend. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Sorry I thought you were Swedish. You look so much like them.<</s>> The president spoke in a jokeful manner, gaining a few laughs from my fellow students. <<s Hudson>>You'd fit right into our university.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know about that...<</s>> My friend was hesitant. <<s Hudson>>It's quite easy, really. All it would take is to apply. And we'll make that choice for you.<</s>> He spoke, his eyes contesting <<light Leo>>'s, challenging him with something he had no way of winning. <<s Hudson>>You do seem, beyond your looks,like someone who has the potential to do great things for the movement-<</s>> There was a silence. <<s Hudson>>Of the university, that is.<</s>> His stare deep into my friend's soul drifted away from him, and I could see my friend give a sigh of relief. <<else>>He surveyed the crowd as he continued with his speech.<</if>> <<s Hudson>>As Sweden grows more progressive, more welcoming of different cultures, so does the marginalized races in their country do. I am a black man, president of one of their most progressive and advanced universities. And I am here to tell you, especially if you're black or hispanic, queer or part of a minority, your place at our university is all but guaranteed.<</s>> This statement gave me pause. I didn't know where I fell in that spectrum of minority. I probably didn't fit in at all. I was a white person who had a relatively privileged life... <<s Hudson>>Don't let that deter you cis white people from applying. Our university definitely has a place for you too. And we will help you reform and regrow into a better person in this new world.<</s>> What kind of a utopian university is he advertising for? Why does it feel like a dream? Like a... fabrication? He was walking amongst our seats now, surveying our students and calling them out one by one, trying to find more people to follow his cause and listen to what he had to say. <<if $jasminavoid is false>><<s Hudson>>This here, this is what we promote.<</s>> He was looking at <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, our resident interracial couple with all their issues, seated next to each other. <<s Hudson>>You two are the norm in our university in Sweden, a couple that cares not for race but rather looks at the other person's truth.<</s>> The president spoke, and his voice carried some sort of hope. <<s Jasmin>>Oh no don't get it wrong. I had nowhere else to sit.<</s>> My friend obviously had a bone to pick with her partner, and didn't find an issue with airing these problems in front of the whole school. A few snickers rose in the audience. <<s Hudson>>And that's also the kind of behavior that we work on fixing at our university. Is this man not desirable for you because he's black?<</s>> <<light Hudson>> stared at her intensely. He seemed to be personally invested with what was happening there. <<s stranger>>Nah that girl's his hoe.<</s>> A student, hiding their face and origin of their voice, spoke up, immediately gathering laughs from people around them. <<s Jasmin>>Who said that?<</s>> My friend tried to change the subject, feigning being hurt by the words. <<s Hudson>>Someone who wouldn't be accepted at our university, that's who. We accept your natural urges, encourage them. We do not encourage shame.<</s>> He looked at her still, and I could see <<light Jasmin>> softening under his stare... I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I understood that there was something there. <<s Hudson>>Despite you not being a minority, your place at the university is still secured. Reformation is one of our strong suits.<</s>> He cleared away from her side, his eyes once again looking for his next victim.<</if>> I knew it was coming, even though I didn't quite know what he'd see in me... <<s Hudson>>I've been told by your principal, Dr. Priscilla, that you've all recently received the devastating news of your... lacking applications to colleges.<</s>> He continued, talking to everyone. I was feeling a sense of dread. A sense of impending doom. He walked closer. <<s Hudson>>People who have worked all their lives to get the highest grades are now at the bottom of the food chain simply because they followed the system.<</s>> He spoke words that rung too relatable to my ears. <<s Hudson>>With nothing to show for it, no prospects for the future.<</s>> He continued, drilling the point home. His eyes turned and looked at me, landing on the person that related most to these words. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/hudson-lookingdown.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>That doesn't have to mean that it's the end. There's always time for change. There's always time to do better.<</s>> He looked at me intently. <<s Hudson>>You can still prove that you have a future in education.<</s>> His eyes never left mine, as he seemed to be talking directly to me. <<s Hudson>>That is why, with the help of your principal, we have organized for another session per class, to further talk about your specific capabilities and how they'd fit in our university.<</s>> He talked to everyone again, the intense moment passing. <<s Hudson>>I'll be passing by your classes in the upcoming week or so to see what you have to offer and if you fit in our programs, and in doing so will see what offer I can make you for your continued education.<</s>> He gave us hope. And he knew the effect he had on us, basking in the applause he was receiving. <<s Hudson>>Your future is here. It is now.<</s>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><center><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "A university's visit">><<pickup $class "University Prospects" 1>><h2>Class n° <<print $classnumber>></h2><h3>University Potentials</h3></center> As I made my way to class this lovely morning, I remembered what the president of that University, the Swedish University or progressive learning, said to us. <<s Hudson>>I'll be passing by your classes in the upcoming week or so to see what you have to offer and if you fit in our programs, and in doing so will see what offer I can make you for your continued education.<</s>> And he was true to his words. Here he was, in class, sitting at our professor's desk, waiting for us to file into class calmly. <<pic Hudson>>The SUP's Director<</pic>> We all took our spots, and he stood. This man knew how to command a room with his presence. He spoke. <<s Hudson>>As I'm sure you know, I'm here to test you. Unlike your school and its systems however, I'm here with a different kind of test. The kind that shows off your true skills, not your momentary knowledge.<</s>> His voice carried weight. I couldn't help but notice that he was the only person of authority in the room. No professor, no principal, only he was there. But I couldn't dwell long on that fact as he continued speaking. <<s Hudson>>There is no one way to go about doing this. There is no black and white, except for your skin color of course...<</s>> //What did he mean by that? What was hidden behind these last words?// <<s Hudson>>There is only a set of profiles we're looking for, and a potential for you to fill in one of these profiles and be admitted into our fine establishment.<</s>> The way he spoke about this, he made me feel like I had an actual chance to get an offer. Being offered something and accepting it are two very different things. Even if I was admitted at this university, it didn't mean I had to follow through with that plan, but it at least meant I had some sort of a safety net for my future... But then again, that was only if I passed this test here and now, and I had no idea what that test entailed and what awaited us. <<s Hudson>>You'll walk out of this classroom, and wait in the corridor in pairs. Pairs that you will choose. Then, you'll walk back inside here and go through the interview with me. If by the end of it you're successful, then I'll be giving you this.<</s>> He showed us a piece of paper, which read at the top: <center><h2>Admission Letter to the SUP</h2></center> <<s Hudson>>Pretty straightforward, I know.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Hudson>>Go on, then, choose your partner.<</s>> He commanded, ushering us out. <<link "What are my options?">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "In the hallway">> As I made my way out with all my classmates, trying to see what options I had for the upcoming test or whatever it needed to be called, I looked at the options available to me. <<if $yaraavoid is false>><<light Yara>> was quick to accost me, wanting to have me join her. <<s Yara>>You and I both have what it takes to pass whatever's in there. And I'm sure having two attractive ladies doing this will have its desired effect on the guy.<</s>> She explained herself. <<s Author>>What happened to "fuck men"?<</s>> I asked her, intrigued by her uncharacteristic approach. <<s Yara>>I've read about this university. A lot of the teachers are female, a lot of the classes are quite progressive. So yeah I'm in it for the long haul, and I'm sure you'd be too.<</s>> She said confidently, looking at me. <<s Yara>>Give it a thought.<</s>><</if>> It was at that moment that the president, <<light Hudson>>, was welcoming students already. <<if $jasminavoid is false>>His first visitors were <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, both of them having momentarily put the differences they had apart for the sake of passing whatever test awaited them. I probably could ask <<light Jasmin>> how that went later today or that week.<</if>> <<s Samuel>>Hey <<print $name>>. How do you feel about joining me in there?<</s>> I turned to look at <<light Samuel>>, who had reached me, followed closely by <<light Eric>>. <<s Eric>>I... Was going to ask you the same thing...<</s>> I felt wanted by many, and that felt good. <<s Author>>Oh I don't know... I'll have to give it a thought...<</s>> I had a choice to make, knowing that whoever I chose or didn't choose would impact my chances of being accepted greatly, especially if I felt they held a certain weakness... <<link "Choose Eric" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPEric" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><</link>><<if $cuck lt 20>><<dark "*" "He might not be pliable enough for what's coming.">><</if>> <<link "Choose Samuel" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPSamuel" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><</link>><<if $bbcworld lt 15 or $Samuel lt 10>><<dark "*" "I might not be ready for this">><</if>> <<if $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "Choose Yara" "I chose to opt out of this content">><<else>><<link "Choose Yara" "University Prospects">><<add "Yara" 1>><<pickup $class "SUPYara" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 20 and $bbcworld gte 15 and $Samuel gte 10>><<link "Choose both Eric and Samuel" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPEricSamuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Bail out. I'm not applying" "School">><<pickup $class "SUPNone" 1>><<less "reputation" 2>><<less "open" 1>><</link>><<dark "*" "This will hurt my reputation at school">><</replace>><</link>></div>\ <<elseif $class.has("SUPHudson")>><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Back in class">><<pic Hudson>>The SUP's President<</pic>> <<s Hudson>>You're back here. Insufferable.<</s>> He wasn't as kind with his words as the first time I had made it in the room with him. And that was saying something, since he wasn't any good the first time I came in either. <<s Hudson>>What makes you believe your insubordination is something that I'd actually find enticing to have in my university?<</s>> He was firm in his words. <<s Author>>I need to try this. I need to do whatever it takes to convince you that the relationship that you saw just now is not representative of my character or my potential.<</s>> I explained, speaking quickly not to get interrupted. <<s Author>>I have high grades, am at the top of my class, and have recently been involved in multiple clubs to round out my portfolio. Yet you insist on judging me from one interaction you've seen with one other person, one of the few options I had. Is that really fair?<</s>> <<light Hudson>>'s eyes pierced mine. My words were heartfelt, yet it seemed the looming figure in front of me lacked a heart. <<s Hudson>>Life isn't fair, young miss. These are all beautiful things you are saying, but your character is lacking. You are yet to show me that you have what it takes to truly find your place in tomorrow's world, let alone my university.<</s>> He was intense, and I was feeling the intensity of the moment. There are a few times where a person's life is defined. A few moment where they have to put everything on the line to get what they want. And I was at such a moment now, facing a dilemma, facing a heavy choice. <div id='choices'><<if $blm gte 20>><<link "I lead the BLM movement at the university!">><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>To take my place in tomorrow's world? To stand where others dare not and give voice to the oppressed?<</s>> I was getting frustrated that the person in front of me didn't see the efforts I had placed to help my surroundings. That he decided that I was unworthy. <<s Author>>You've judged me too quickly, sir. <<if $hrcrole is "vice">>I am Vice-President<<else>>I am a prominent member<</if>> of the Human Rights Club at the university, and we've been fighting the good fight ever since the start of the year, calling out people for their corruption, defending people's rights and fulfilling our civic duty.<</s>> I elaborated, <<s Author>>And the Black Lives Matter movement is something we have been pushing even further in our community, organizing multiple projects on the subject and pushing for a more inclusive society. I am aware of the conflicts of the world, I am aware of what is needed to create a better place for everyone, especially marginalized communities, and I work constantly on providing that voice. So yes, I have my place in tomorrow's world, even if it isn't at your university, and I know where my place ends so others can begin.<</s>> I was feeling emotional, spurting out all these words and trying to keep control of my tone, speaking clearly and surely. The stare I gained I'd become accostumed to. I knew he was putting on a brave face that hid the thoughts that coursed through. His eyes made multiple calculations as he looked at me. <<s Hudson>>And when the time comes for you to step down and give their space to these marginalized people...<</s>> <<s Author>>I know my place. I know I will need to step down eventually and give someone else what they deserve.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Today, Black Lives Matter...<</s>> He started, waiting for me to finish the sentence. <<s Author>>Tomorrow, Black Lives Matter even more.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>ONLY Black Lives Matter.<</s>> He challenged me with his stare. I looked at him. And I knew he was right. I nodded. He nodded. And then turned towards his desk and picked out the piece of paper, scribbling my name on it. <<s Hudson>>I'll make sure to keep a close eye on you to see when you step down and serve.<</s>> I felt like I needed to have the final word in. <<s Author>>I look forward to serving my betters.<</s>> //I've actually made it and convinced him!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I lead the BLM movement at the university!" "I haven't advanced enough with the HRC.">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 2>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way that this person truly believed he could walk through this life unchallenged. That he'd step aside and let people live their lives. With this kind of character, either you take matters in your own hand and prove them wrong, or you're a subkissive little bitch who gets stepped on. <<s Author>>I will not stand idly by while a man like you tells me what I am or am not. I am independant, powerful. I already live alone, and care for myself in every aspect of my life. I work and make my own money, I attend high school, and I maintain high grades. All of that, not for someone like you who's gotten used to getting everything he wants mostly because he's a man, to decide what I can or cannot be.<</s>> I was getting agitated, speaking from the heart truthfully and forcefully, <<s Author>>I have my place in tomorrow's world. Not as a follower who'll be forgotten by the annals of history, but as a leader who'll have people working for her, who'll show others what they are missing from life, who'll control her own narrative and others'.<</s>> My words carried weight, the weight of the past couple of months of hardship and work. <<s Author>>And if you decide to aid me in my journey, you'll have an alumni of your university that changed the landscape of the world. If not, you'll regret it in the long run, I am sure of it.<</s>> He looked me in the eyes, multiple calculations coursing through his head as he weighed the pros and cons of this decision, as he decided on my character and if he believed what he heard. I knew I believed it in every fibre of my being. The man seemed to take a decision, turning towards his desk and writing something on a piece of paper. <<s Hudson>>You have oddly enough shown me that you have a particular set of skills that we help nurture at our university. Whether I like it or not, university policy requires me to give you a spot with us.<</s>> He was reluctant, but I still received what I needed out of him, and that was the acceptance he held in his hand and was bringing to me. I put my hand out, and he pulled his back, his eyes boring into my soul. <<s Hudson>>My eye's on you, girl. You better not mess this up.<</s>> He commented, before deciding to place the paper in my hand. I had made it. Through the strength of my character and my staunch belief that I was doing the right thing, I had made it through and received that beautiful paper. //The future awaits!// <<s Author>>You're on the right side of history, sir. The books will mention the day you helped me in my journey.<</s>> I commented, wanting to have the last word, before heading out. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am a strong, independant woman, who'll get what she needs." "Not dominant enough">><</if>> <<if $corruption gte 80>><<link "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<pickup $class "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was at the end of my well, and I needed to pull all the stops to convince the looming guy in front of me that I was worth this opportunity. Whatever it took. <<s Author>>Please. I don't know what else to do. I'm at the end of my line here.<</s>> I was pleading with him, there was no way that I could convince him otherwise. <<s Hudson>>I get the way you feel, but I don't think I am the person who will resolve your issue.<</s>> He was heartless. I begged more. <<s Author>>I beg you. I will do whatever it took to get accepted in your uni.<</s>> I softened my stance. <<s Author>>Whatever you want me to.<</s>> My eyes, holding back tears, were trying to convey something, anything, to the person in front of me. <<s Hudson>>Many young white girls before you have made the same claim. And many have not been up to it. If you're the nerd you claim to be, you definitely are not ready to back up your claim.<</s>> He stated matter of factly. I decided to double down on this position, which seemed to ellicit a reaction from him. Whether positive or negative was yet to see. <<s Author>>Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I've ben going through desperate times. I am pretty sure I have what it takes to hold up to my word.<</s>> I announced, staring at him with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> The challenge was issued, and I knew the naughty repercussions behind this statement. I also knew I was ready for them, and part of me, a sick twisted, corrupted part, actually wanted to play that game. <<s Author>>I am willing, eager, and want it all.<</s>> I proclaimed with confidence. <<s Hudson>>Take off your clothes.<</s>> He challenged me immediately, and my naughty mind couldn't argue with that challenge, I wanted to see it through. One by one, my clothes followed one another to the floor as he went to lock the door on us. There I was finally, naked and trapped with him, vulnerable to his advances. <<s Hudson>>Bend over, show me what that pussy of yours looks like, you fucking whore.<</s>> The words he used were so wrong, he viewed me as such a lesser being, he was completely heartless. And I agreed with it, feeling like a whore. I followed his command, lying on the desk to expose myself, and barely hearing his breath behind me. <<s Author>>Like this?<</s>> I was getting worried when I didn't hear anything from him, a silent man that was in deep complentation of the naked whore in front of him. <<s Hudson>>You people are so easy. So eager.<</s>> In my vulnerable state, I felt his words stronger than ever. I felt the heat rise in my and my lips wetten, my body's natural reaction to its submission to a dominant black man. And I heard his clothes drop and touch the floor. <<s Hudson>>On your back on the desk. Spread yourself.<</s>> He called out. I clammered to answer his request, placing myself like a bitch in heat in position, opening myself up and eagerly anticipating what was to come. In this position, I got a good look of the dominant man approaching me. And he was looming, a threatening presence with a big cock that was hardening more and more at the imagery in front of him. And I guess it was having its effect on me, as I got wetter at the vision myself, my eyes devouring his beautiful body. <<s Hudson>>Like what you see?<</s>> He was not the best looking man out there, but he was black, authoritative, and strong in character. And that was enough for me to turn into a mindless whore for him. <<s Author>>I love it. I need you.<</s>> I announced passionately. He jumped to the occasion, his cock lining up with my pussy, hand attacking my neck to hold me in place. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/spread.jpg">> A small submissive whimper escaped me, surprised out of me as I anticipated his next move. The next move was a slow, gradual, naughty invasion of my vagina. A studied insertion that spread me up and opened me to accept him more. And I moaned out as that happened, showing him my submissiveness, his dominance and control. And controlling he indeed was. I had given myself to a man simply because he had power, simply because I was not good for anything else. And he had taken it wholeheartedly, invading my submissive body and pushing me beyond my limits. I had no limits at that time. I had a heat that needed to be quenched, and he was filling up that need. <<s Hudson>>Absolutely disgusting. Disgraceful.<</s>> His words slowly started making their way back to my ears, as his hand tightened around my throat. <<s Hudson>>You're such a whore giving yourself away to me like that.<</s>> He stated while keeping the pressure on my pussy, drilling as he went in and out. I could only moan in agreement. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-insertion.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>You're good for nothing, yet you want a place with us. Fucking whore.<</s>> There was anger in his tone, disdain in his voice, and yet I wouldn't have liked it to be any other way. I moaned out at every insult he hurled towards me, accepting it entirely and without remorse. <<s Hudson>>You'll make it to our university, maybe, if a whore like you can afford it.<</s>> He said, lending me back some hope as he tightened his grip around my neck, my breathing becoming more challenging, controlling the pace of my breathing with his expert handling. <<s Hudson>>But you'll quickly grow to be the campus whore. I'll make sure of it.<</s>> Whether that was a threat or a promise mettered not to me. I had received the news that I was going to be accepted in his university. The fact that I'd get a new black cock to fuck on the daily was a welcome bonus. <<s Hudson>>Here's your first lesson in your university journey.<</s>> He stated as he quickened his pace.<<s Hudson>> White whores should always end sex with creampies. Breed black.<</s>> As he said that, he accelerated his speed and kept his intense drilling, his cock pistoning in my hole as his hand held me in place by my neck. And as I felt the rush of sperm invade my pussy, I also felt myself cumming, the feelings of this beautiful orgasm intensifying by the breaths I couldn't take, coming in waves with each breath I took in with a fight. Invaded, out of breath, and completely drenched in sweat, filled with sperm like a good white whore, I tried to make my way back up to my feet as he moved back to watch his fine work. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/ir-creampie.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>Maybe I'll make you my personal whore once you make it to Sweden.<</s>> He mused as he looked at his cum slowly escaping my reddened lips. I moaned out at that statement, nothing feeling more attractive as what he just suggested. <<s Hudson>>Come on slut. Get dressed.<</s>> He made his command, jolting me to activity, still sore all over, my breathing ragged as I tried to recover from his play. He was definitely an expert with his manipulations of my body, his control of his breath play undeniable. This brought a beautiful wave of naughtiness through me as I contemplated what that meant about him, as I tried to dress myself up as fast as I could. He was an expert in all of it, quickly having put his clothes on and writing my name on my acceptance letter. <<s Hudson>>Good job, slut.<</s>> He praised me, <<s Hudson>>Remember, all you white bitches are good for is being cum receptacles to black men like me. Understood?<</s>> I smiled at him, horniness and waves of emotions clouding any logic in my mind. <<s Author>>Lesson learned, sir.<</s>> With his cum flowing through me and soaking my panties, I grabbed the paper he presented me, accepted in his university, before heading out. <<if $class.has("SUPYara")>>Did <<light Yara>> have to do the same thing to receive her spot in the university? Did she ultimately go through with it?<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am willing to do anything to prove that I belong at his university. Anything." "Not corrupted<img src='images/icons/corruption.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "I truly don't know what I bring to the table.">><<add "open" 10>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at him dumbfounded, trying to come up with something to resolve this issue, this complication in front of me. Trying to find a solution to this end. And I felt like it was an end. I had nothing. I felt at the bottom of my well. <<s Hudson>>As before, as always. I know people, I know how to read them. and you don't have what it takes. And that's okay. Maybe one our your country's lesser universitites has a place for a lesser being like you. Mine doesn't.<</s>> There was no filter left to the words he was saying. He was saying them, whether they hurt me or not. <<s Hudson>>Don't get me wrong. I need to be very clear with you. You are not worthy.<</s>> His stare was intense, hitting me to my core, breaking something in me. //I am not worthy.// Even as he left the classroom and I stood inside all alone, I was not able to correctly deal with the repercussions of his words. I remained there, playing them again and again in my head. //I am not worthy.// I will never have what it takes to make it through this whole ordeal. I was a failure. A complete and absolute failure whose future is doomed. Doomed to fail. Something in me broke. //Maybe my future isn't in education after all... Maybe it is elsewhere?// <<dark "❗Notice❗" "Openness risen by 10 because of traumatic event">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUPEric")>><<pichead "locations/class.jpg" "Back in class">><<pic Hudson>>The SUP's President<</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my future hopes and dreams. <<s Hudson>>First of all, I'd like to say that I find it interesting that you two, a straight white couple, would choose to apply together to our progressive university.<</s>> He said, immediately shutting us down and attacking our disposition. <<s Hudson>>What do you have to say to that? About this dilluded approach to have you two present yourselves to me like that?<</s>> His stern stare, his confident and aggressive manner of speaking, his straightforward attack... They weakened me, as I tried to find the words to answer him. <<s Author>>I... I don't know what other choice we could make. It's unusual...<</s>> <<s Hudson>>If there's one thing that is known about our university, it's that it is unusual.<</s>> He cut me off, his voice carrying weight. <<s Hudson>>Yet here you two are, the more usual, vanilla couple I have seen so far today.<</s>> He spoke with confidence, having judged us before we even had gotten the chance to prove ourselves. <<s Hudson>>The test is simple in nature.<</s>> He explained, his voice taking a more... professory vibe. <<s Hudson>>It is only through seeing you interact in your most comfortable relationship that one can judge your disposition. That one can truly get to know your character and see where you're supposedly headed in life. And that's what the test is about.<</s>> <<light Eric>>, silent so far, looked at me with a sideways glance. <<s Hudson>>You two, vanilla straight white couple, will interact, and through this interaction I'll be able to judge on your character, see what you could become and make the chocie on whether or not I give you this paper with your name on it.<</s>> The professional, stern, commanding man spoke. <<s Hudson>>Endulge me.<</s>> He gave a final direction, before leaning back to watch our interaction. I turned to look at my friend, <<light Eric>>, as he looked back at me with hesitation in his eyes. He wasn't sure of what to do, and neither was I, but I knew that something needed to be made about this, and fast. I thought to what would seem progressive to the university's stern director. I thought to how we could prove to him that we were not a usual couple... And I found inwardly that there were a few options. Ones I didn't know whether or not I was willing to take... <div id='choices'><<if $cuck gte 20 or $subdom gte 15>><<link "Show that Eric understands his place in the new world">><<add "cuck" 3>><<add "open" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If something was going to happen here, if there was a chance that I'd show this person that I had what it took to make it in his university, if there was one way I could show that we were not his usual straight couple, it would be by taking charge of this whole ordeal and controlling the narrative. Controlling my friend. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I commanded, looking sternly at my friend as he looked at me with a confused stare. <<light Eric>> did not need to speak to show his confusion. Yet my tone left no space for argument. There would only be acceptance on his part. Slowly, submissively, the wimpy <<light Eric>> found his way to his knees, accepting his sumbissive position at my feet. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-eric.jpg">> I looked down at him, quite impressed by his acceptance of the command, of his willing debasement at my expense. The president looked on with peaked interest, eyebrow raised as he saw things progress between my friend and I. <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I praised him, and despite his confusion he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. Had he had a tail right now... <<s Author>>Show this president what it means to be us. How we're not like all couples.<</s>> I could see the thoughts racing in my friend's head as he tried to find the right way to show his status. He was struggling, trying to find the right balance between humiliation and proving a point. I didn't want to risk our chance. <<s Author>>Just do it.<</s>> My voice rose in a commanding tone, one that jolted <<light Eric>> into action as he lowered himself to kiss my foot. His lips finding my shoes, my friend accepted his inferior position, as he allowed himself the utter humiliation of kissing my lowest point. The striking image we presented, a submissive white man and his dominant, controlling lady, was one that the president seemed to approve of. <<s Hudson>>I was wrong about you.<</s>> He was a big man that was fine with admitting his mistakes. <<s Hudson>>You could have what it takes to make it through after all. Stand.<</s>> His command was immediately followed by the broken <<light Eric>>, who rushed to his feet. <<s Hudson>>How did that make you feel?<</s>> The educated president asked my friend, his eyes piercing his as he tried to bring out the answer out of him. <<light Eric>> had no filter to what he was about to say. <<s Eric>>Inferior. Worthless.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<s Hudson>>For you, that's progressiveness right there.<</s>> The president spoke, oddly making sense to my friend. A moment passed as he sized us up. <<s Hudson>>For you.<</s>> He presented our papers to us, an official acceptance letter to his university. <<s Hudson>>Should you decide to join us.<</s>> //I had made it! I had a safety net to catch me!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show that Eric understands his place in the new world" "He's not accepting enough or I'm not dominant enough">><</if>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<replace "#choices">>I was hesitant. The way that man dismantled us, the way he spoke about us with such vigor, with such disdain towards us... There was something extremely unsettling about this whole interaction, something that stopped me from really finding my footing. <<s Hudson>>What? Nothing?<</s>> He looked at us with a raised eyebrow, noticing our inability to come up with anything to turn the tables on him somehow, to prove ourselves as worthy... We were failing, and fast. And he didn't care to give us the benefit of the doubt. <<s Hudson>>You failed before you even went in.<</s>> He announced, further pushing the point home. I had no idea why I thought this whole thing would be easy. It had proven itself to be a disaster. <<s Hudson>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> He announced. This university, this person.. They were more demanding than I ever anticipated. <<s Hudson>>Out.<</s>> His command jolted us into movement, as we headed towards the door, tails between our legs. I didn't know what to do. The way he broke me down... I had no words. Was I really that much of a failure? Was I really unworthy of any of it? Maybe the issue was who I went in with. Thoughts roamed across my mind, playign dangerously with my self-esteem. Maybe I could wait for the class to end, confront his choice head on? Maybe that would be the right thing to do, instead of simply admitting defeat. Maybe it was all still a test? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after everyone leaves" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUPSamuel")>><<pic Hudson>>The SUP's President<</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my future hopes and dreams. <<s Hudson>>A colorful couple, I see.<</s>> The president spoke, smiling at our appearance in front of him. It seemed we were off to a good start. <<s Hudson>>But what says this is not all a ruse to trick me into admitting you into our university?<</s>> His smile turned to a frown as he addressed me directly. <<s Hudson>>Who's to say you are not trying to use your friend's feelings to you as a conduit to get what you want, to portray an accepting person who deep down is actually racist?<</s>> He was drilling me, breaking me down and attacking my character. It was the first time someone who didn't even know me made so many assumption about me. I'm not a wimp in any sense of the word, but the way he attacked me with his words, I couldn't help but feel tears forming in my eyes. <<s Hudson>>Our tests, this coupling, is made to find what your characters are like in context. What if the context is erronous in the first place.<</s>> He turned towards <<light Samuel>>. <<s Hudson>>Can you vouch for the lady here? What is to prove that she's not playing you either?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> looked at me intently, before turning towards the president. <<if $Samuel lt 10>>My friend didn't feel as confident about me, and the president's words were powerful, impacting him. He turned on me. <<s Samuel>>Honestly sir, I'm not so sure I can defend her. All I know is I needed someone to apply with here and she was willing and available.<</s>> I felt bamboozled by this development, my own friend, or someone I at least considered to be a friend, turning his back on me like that... Was I a bad person? Did I deserve this? <<s Hudson>>Time and time, I am proven to be correct about you people.<</s>> He talked to me with great disdain, now making it a racial issue. All I could do is try to hold my tears back as he continued speaking. <<s Hudson>>I'm not quite sure you would ever have what it takes to prove me wrong. You obviously think yourself superior to us.<</s>> <<elseif $bbcworld lte 15>>My friend, while confident about our friendship, still had his doubts. The president's words only brought these to light. <<s Samuel>>Honestly sir, while I can vouch for her character, I don't think I can say the same about her progressiveness or acceptance.<</s>> My friend spoke his truth. A hurtful, yet undeniable truth. I had yet to prove myself as a true ally to his cause, and it's come to bite me in the ass in this interaction. <<s Hudson>>As expected. I am yet to be proven wrong about you people.<</s>> He talked to me with great disdain, now making it a racial issue. All I could do is try to hold my tears back as he continued speaking. <<s Hudson>>I'm not quite sure you would ever have what it takes to prove me wrong. You obviously think yourself superior to us.<</s>> <<else>>My friend showed true confidence in my, in the person applying to this test alongside him. He found his moment to stand up for me. <<s Samuel>>I understand your apprehension, sir. But I can speak with complete confidence and say that <<print $name>> here is a trusted ally and close friend. She is the definition of progressiveness.<</s>> My friend spoke on my behalf, and I saw the president's eyebrow rise in interest before he regained his composure. The man couldn't hide the fact that he was positively impressed by my friend's words, yet he was a skeptic at heart, a cunning man who needed to see in order to believe. <<s Hudson>>That may be right, but I am a man that has rarely been proven wrong in the past. And what I see I believe. In front of me, I see a girl that I cannot trust. A girl that very well might consider herself superior to us.<</s>><</if>> Whether it was all a ruse or not to get a rise from me I didn't know. All I knew was that I needed to prove that guy wrong one way or the other. And I had to do it fast, his patience was waning and my tears were threatening to streak across my face. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I'm not superior. I need to kneel.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> I found myself dropping to me knees, my movement causing the tear to drop from my eye onto the floor. I rushed to wipe it away from my face, as I looked up at them. <<s Author>>I am not superior. I couldn't be, kneeling like that in front of you both.<</s>> I called out, prostraining myself in front of my betters.<<s Author>> Please believe me when I say I would never place myself above anyone, least of all you both. Least of all Samuel.<</s>> The feeling of letting go like that, of allowing myself to show this weakness, this inferiority. It filled me with a sense of growth. I found myself eagerly accepting this place, proud of it. <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> The looming principal egged me on, wanting to bring out more from me. I wanted to give him more, I wanted to show him that I truly understood my face. I prostrained myself even further, lowering my head. <<s Author>>Please. I am not worthy to go to your university even. Someone else, Samuel, anyone, deserves this place more. Not for being a minority. But because they're better than me. I am worthless. I am nothing. I know it, I accept it!<</s>> I was debasing myself even further, and it felt right. I wanted it, I wanted them to feel superior, because they were. And it ultimately brought me a sick, twisted feeling of accomplishment, feeling so low in front of them. I belonged on my knees. <<s Hudson>>Impressive.<</s>> The president spoke, his voice deep and unsettling. His praise unmistakable in his words. <<s Hudson>>I am rarely proven wrong. And I have never received someone begging not to be accepted at the university. I'm afraid I cannot agree.<</s>> I looked up furtively, my eyes begging his for an explanation. After all I did, he'll deny me? <<light Samuel>>, next to him, looked at me with stunned confusion, unable to understand fully what was happening, his eyes racing across the different possibilities after seeing me kneeling like that in front of him. I could see him trying to catch his breath as his imagination roamed. <<s Hudson>>I cannot agree with your statement of not deserving a spot at our university. Either of you. You belong with us, to usher in a new wave of progress.<</s>> As he explained himself, I found myself understand the true meaning of his words. I was so lost I was saddened for a moment that I wouldn't get NOT to go to the university. //Wait. That meant...// <<s Author>>I'm in?<</s>> I asked, incredulous, still kneeling as the president approached me with the piece of paper that would eventually change my life. <<s Hudson>>A submissive white girl like you has her place in my university, and in the new world we're creating. Always remember your place.<</s>> I nodded, accepting his words as divine wisdom. <<s Hudson>>Stand.<</s>> His command rose me to my feet before I even knew my body had obeyed, as he handed me my paper. <<s Hudson>>Out.<</s>> His second command came, as <<light Samuel>> and I filed out. His eyes stayed on us as we exited the room. <<light Samuel>>'s were glued to my body. <<s Samuel>>You were hot.<</s>> He said, a compliment rising from his lips and making me blush. <<s Author>>I only did what I was meant to do.<</s>> I said unapologetically, as we were greeted outside by our cheering friends. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not superior. I need to kneel." "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $smarts lte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>I'm not crying. I'm fighting for my spot.">><<less "open" 2>><<less "grade" 5>><<less "Samuel" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I found myself increasingly frustrated. I would not show weakness, I would not let that man break me down. <<s Author>>I will not allow you to speak to me like that.<</s>> I spoke clearly, my body fighting against the tears and calming itself down. <<s Author>>I am neither superior nor inferior. We are all born equal. And I have an equal chance to get accepted in your university as anyone else. Equal chance to prove myself to you.<</s>> I was getting agitated, my body and voice shifting from that weakened, cry-baby position to a more aggressive stance. <<s Author>>You cannot inherit the world, take it hostage, judge me like that. I am worth more. I am beyond your attempts to bring me down.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> He asked me pointedly. The coming words were a mistake. Everything is clearer in retrospect, but then, my words escaped me before I understood their weight. <<s Author>>YES. I belong in far better than your racist university. I am better than that, and I don't even know why I'm stupid enough to settle for you.<</s>> <<light Hudson>> smiled as he looked at me. I had fallen right in his hands, proven his point. <<s Hudson>>Superiority complex in action. Let's see if any of these superior schools will ever instill some sense of growth in you. Let's see if they will ever teach you your place. We won't.<</s>> His voice was stern, carrying a heavy weight as I noticed what I had done. Before I could even add a word, he pointed to the door. <<s Hudson>>Out. Now.<</s>> He kicked me out of the class, tail between the legs, as he allowed <<light Samuel>> to stay for a few more questions. I really shat the bed, and it became clear to me later, as <<light Samuel>> went out of the room, just how bad I had messed up: <<s Samuel>>He will be talking to Dr. <<light Priscilla>>. Your grade will suffer greatly from this.<</s>> He spoke apologetically. <<s Samuel>>Good luck with that. My place is secured at the university.<</s>> //I really, really messed up, bad.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not crying. I'm fighting for my spot." "I'm smart enough to know that's the wrong move.">><</if>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Hesitation. Confusion. Tears. I didn't know what the solution was, and there might not be any. It felt heavy, frustrating, disappointing. And I succumbed to that feeling, the threatening tear finally fulfilling its promise as it streaked across my face and fell the the ground in one fell swoop. <<light Samuel>> looked at me with a sense of trepidation, not quite expecting this reaction from me. <<s Samuel>><<print $name>>...<</s>> He was apologetic, but all of it came a bit too late. <<s Hudson>>Expected.<</s>> The principal spoke, heading towards his desk again to grasp one of the papers there, handing it over to <<light Samuel>>. <<s Hudson>>You spoke your truth. I'll see you around.<</s>> He spoke clearly, as I kept feeling the tears flow down my face, unable to stop them anymore. <<s Hudson>>Out you go.<</s>> He dismissed us, and I rushed out, leaving <<light Samuel>> behind to celebrate his success. It was unfair. Progressiveness my ass! I knew I had what it took to prove myself to that stupid president, but he had judged me too soon. I was executed before I even went to court. I didn't know whether I needed to confront him about it or simply ignore this whole thing. All I knew was that I felt shitty as fuck, and I wouldn't be feeling any better coming face to face with him again. Did I have what it took to confront this abusive person? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after everyone leaves" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUPEricSamuel")>><<pic Hudson>>The SUP's President<</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my potential in the future. <<s Hudson>>That's quite unusual, is there an issue in your hearing or did you simply not understand that this process happens with couples?<</s>> He was immediately agressive in his speech, attacking us in an intimidating manner. <<light Samuel>> was quick to take charge and speak on our behalf. <<s Samuel>>We're a throuple.<</s>> He announced assuredly. <<light Hudson>> was impressed, but tried to hide it quickly. The small smile that appeard on his face betrayed him. <<s Hudson>>In my years of education and dealing with people, especially children like yourselves who think they own the world, I've learned to be critical of what is being said. I am Thomas. I need to see to believe.<</s>> He announced, issuing a challenge of his own. What was <<light Samuel>> getting us into? <<s Samuel>>You can ask us whatever you want, you'll see that the dynamics are there, that we understand them deep down and that this is not a ruse.<</s>> The side eye he gave us called for us to play along. While I was fearful of being found out, now was no time for hesitation. <<s Hudson>>Let's see then. In every relationship there are dynamics we look for. Usually it's a dominant and submissive, a take charge and follow. What are the dynamics here?<</s>> He was quite straightforward in his assesment, and his logic was quite sound. But how did we fare off against one another was actually quite a good question... And <<light Samuel>> was quick to point out these dynamics to the overbearing presence in front of us. <<s Samuel>>While it is okay to look at things from a monogamous perspective, our thing here is quite different.<</s>> He started explaining, <<s Samuel>>There are different dynamics to look out for, but at the core is this person right here, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Way to throw me under the bus! The president looked at me, wanting me to elaborate further on these supposed dynamics, and looking to see if I had what it took to prove myself to him. <div id='choices'><<dark "❗Notice❗" "We can choose more than one option, one for each of them">><<set _SUP to 0>> <div id='ericchoice'><<if $cuck gte 20 or $subdom gte 15>><<link "Eric will do whatever to please me.">><<set _SUP += 1>><<replace "#ericchoice">>If something was going to happen here, if there was a chance that I'd show this person that I had what it took to make it in his university, if there was one way I could show that we were indeed an unusual throuple, it would be by taking charge of this whole ordeal and controlling the narrative. Controlling my friend and showing the dynamics between us. <<s Author>>Kneel.<</s>> I commanded, looking sternly at <<light Eric>> as he looked at me with a confused stare. He did not need to speak to show his confusion. Yet my tone left no space for argument. There would only be acceptance on his part. Slowly, submissively, the wimpy <<light Eric>> found his way to his knees, accepting his sumbissive position at my feet. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-eric.jpg">> I looked down at him, quite impressed by his acceptance of the command, of his willing debasement at my expense. Behind me, <<light Samuel>> looked on in rapt attention. The president looked on with peaked interest, eyebrow raised as he saw things progress between us. <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I praised him, and despite his confusion he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his face. Had he had a tail right now... <<s Author>>Show this president what it means to be us. How the pecking order is in our throuple.<</s>> I could see the thoughts racing in my friend's head as he tried to find the right way to show his status, as he dealed with the play of being a throuple in front of this man. He was struggling, trying to find the right balance between humiliation and proving a point. I didn't want to risk our chance. <<s Author>>Just do it.<</s>> My voice rose in a commanding tone, one that jolted <<light Eric>> into action as he lowered himself to kiss my foot. His lips finding my shoes, my friend accepted his inferior position, as he allowed himself the utter humiliation of kissing my lowest point. The striking image we presented, a submissive white man and his dominant, controlling lady with the black guy near her, was one that the president seemed to approve of. <<s Hudson>>I was wrong about you.<</s>> He was a big man that was fine with admitting his mistakes. <<s Hudson>>You could have what it takes to make it through after all. Stand.<</s>> His command was immediately followed by the broken <<light Eric>>, who rushed to his feet. <<s Hudson>>How did that make you feel?<</s>> The educated president asked my friend, his eyes piercing his as he tried to bring out the answer out of him. <<light Eric>> had no filter to what he was about to say. <<s Eric>>Inferior. Worthless.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. <<light Hudson>> smiled, nodded, then turned towards <<light Samuel>> and I to see how we'd take things from here.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric will do whatever to please me." "He's not submissive enough or I'm not dominant enough">><</if>> or <<if $Eric gte 20>><<link "Eric is my emotional pillar.">><<set _SUP += 1>><<replace "#ericchoice">>The person next to me, <<light Eric>>, was an emotional being, one best suited for cuddling and kind words. I knew that after having spent a few moments with him around campus and the town. <<s Author>>Our throuple comes in a dichotomy. Between emotion and passion. And each of these boys give me one.<</s>> I announced, turning towards <<light Eric>> to prove the initial point. <<s Author>>Eric here offers me emotional support. His emotional intelligence, his attention to detail, his kindness, he uses them to melt my heart.<</s>> I looked at my friend in the eye, and I could see in him a small hint of appreciation. He was taken aback by my kind words, and that showed plainly on his face. I got closer to him, aware of the other two men looking at us in the room.<<light Eric>> did not know what to expect, but then again we still had to convince the guy we are an actual throuple, no? <<s Author>>His kisses are soft, kind.<</s>> I said, pursing my lips and approaching his. He took only a moment before leaning in himself, looking to taste my lips with his. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kiss-eric.jpg">> Our kiss was soft, tame, emotional, just like my friend was. I turned back to the men watching us, intrigued but not particularly impressed. There was more to do if I needed to convince the looming president of our special relationship. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric is my emotional pillar" "Not close enough">><</if>></div> <div id='samuelchoice'><<if $subdom lte -15 or $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "Samuel deserves to be my better">><<set _SUP += 1>><<replace "#samuelchoice">>Before I could even address my relationship with <<light Samuel>>, this one decided to take things into his own hands, and spoke: <<s Samuel>>Unlike her relationship with Eric where she leads the action, between the two of us, I'm the one in control.<</s>> He explained, his hand on the top of my head and pushing me down. I didn't dare argue with his position. Whether it was his overbearing masculinity, his aggressive demeanor, my latent submissiveness, or a combination of them all, I knelt, submissive next to the dominant black man. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-kneel-me.jpg">> Was it his skin color that made him so attractive? So overbearing and confident? Or was it my own sense of inferiority that pushed me to serve him as my better? Regardless of the reason, I had no place to argue as he took control just like I had with <<light Eric>>, guiding me to do things the way he wanted me to. <<s Samuel>>Your place is here, don't you agree, <<print $name>>?<</s>> He spoke with authority, and I nodded along in acceptance. He looked beautiful from down here. <<s Samuel>>And by extension, so is Eric's place.<</s>> He said, implying dominance over both of us with the way he controlled me. <<s Samuel>>Show them.<</s>> I knew what he wanted me to do, and rushed to it. I lowered myself further down, and placed my lips on his shoe, kissing it. That action was degrading, humiliating. And yet I knew that was the right thing to do. <<light Hudson>>, watching along, was impressed. <<light Eric>> was more stunned than anything else. <<s Hudson>>Stand. Let's talk.<</s>> I rose to my feet, waiting to see what decision the dominant man had taken about us. <<link "That's all we can do to convince him">><<if _SUP gte 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I stood there, looking at him and seeing if he'll accept our application, nervous if I've done enough to convince him of our status, of our energy. <<s Hudson>>You three have proven me wrong. You are indeed what the new world awaits from us, and in your interactions you have shown the kind of characters that you are.<</s>> He spoke in a relaxed manner, happy to be giving us the acceptance papers. The joy I felt was immense, a sense of relief washing over me. Maybe that was indeed the right choice to make, a true testament that I had a future in this universe. All three of us walked out of the class, huge smiles on our faces, having taken a gamble and succeeding in it. Each one of the boys gave me a look of appreciation, each in their own way. They had done what was needed of them to prove that they were progressive enough, and it had paid off for us. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<replace "#choices">>The president looked at us, thoughtful, before choosing to speak. <<s Hudson>>Unfortunately, I have not seen in you what is needed to convince me of your potential.<</s>> He announced, shaking his head. <<s Hudson>>Your gamble didn't pay off.<</s>> The man was ruthless, kicking us out as we reeled with the repercussions of his decision, unable to quite understand how much more we could've done. Maybe I should've done more, been better... And yet, I felt like I was robbed. I tried to help them both, and forgot to help myself, and I had paid the price for it... I was extremely frustrated, weighing in the options in my head, wanting to do something to switch back the narrative to my favor. I already broke the rules once, was I ready to do it again to prove the guy wrong? What would that spell for me and my chances? //I had nothing to lose...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after everyone leaves" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</if>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel deserves to be my better" "Not submissive enough or the world is not blacked enough">><</if>> or <<if $sexskill gte 30>><<link "Samuel is the sex bomb">><<set _SUP += 1>><<replace "#samuelchoice">>Before I could even address my relationship with <<light Samuel>>, this one decided to take things into his own hands, and spoke: <<s Samuel>>Unlike her relationship with Eric where she leads the action, between the two of us, I'm the one in control.<</s>> He explained, his hand hooking around my waist and turning me around to face him. I looked in his eyes, seeing the raw passion taht he held, which told me he had something ready for me. And I was eager to give it to him. His lips found mine, giving me a passionate kiss, full of vigor and energy, unlike ones I've shared before. There was a sense of urgency, passion, that one couldn't deny, and it was beautifully overwhelming. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kiss-samuel.jpg">> And I revelled in it, opening my lips in acceptance and tasting his just as passionately, his strong character beautifully engaging. Behind me, <<light Eric>> watched along helpless to intervene, taking in all of the activity happening without any say in it. As we separated to look at <<light Hudson>>, we saw in his eyes recognition, understanding of this aspect of the relationship. He nodded as he stared at us intensely, seeming to be thinking of what decision to take regarding our "application". <<link "That's all we can do to convince him">><<if _SUP gte 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I stood there, looking at him and seeing if he'll accept our application, nervous if I've done enough to convince him of our status, of our energy. <<s Hudson>>You three have proven me wrong. You are indeed what the new world awaits from us, and in your interactions you have shown the kind of characters that you are.<</s>> He spoke in a relaxed manner, happy to be giving us the acceptance papers. The joy I felt was immense, a sense of relief washing over me. Maybe that was indeed the right choice to make, a true testament that I had a future in this universe. All three of us walked out of the class, huge smiles on our faces, having taken a gamble and succeeding in it. Each one of the boys gave me a look of appreciation, each in their own way. They had done what was needed of them to prove that they were progressive enough, and it had paid off for us. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<replace "#choices">>The president looked at us, thoughtful, before choosing to speak. <<s Hudson>>Unfortunately, I have not seen in you what is needed to convince me of your potential.<</s>> He announced, shaking his head. <<s Hudson>>Your gamble didn't pay off.<</s>> The man was ruthless, kicking us out as we reeled with the repercussions of his decision, unable to quite understand how much more we could've done. Maybe I should've done more, been better... And yet, I felt like I was robbed. I tried to help them both, and forgot to help myself, and I had paid the price for it... I was extremely frustrated, weighing in the options in my head, wanting to do something to switch back the narrative to my favor. I already broke the rules once, was I ready to do it again to prove the guy wrong? What would that spell for me and my chances? //I had nothing to lose...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after everyone leaves" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel is the sex bomb" "Not sexual enough">><</if>></div> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<replace "#choices">>I was thrown on the spot to try to come up with a solution to this whole issue, and now <<light Hudson>> was looking at me for an explanation. One I didn't have. <<s Hudson>>This is time lost, and unlike you children my time is extremely valuable. Now if you'll excuse me, try to think of your lies before you go about spurting them.<</s>> He called us out, poison seeping through his words and hurting me to my core. The man was ruthless, kicking us out as we reeled with the repercussions of his decision, unable to quite understand what we could've done. Maybe I should've done more, been better, more confident... Or maybe our relationships were simply not what <<light Samuel>> thought them to be... And yet, I felt like I was robbed. I tried to help them both, and forgot to help myself, and I had paid the price for it... I was extremely frustrated, weighing in the options in my head, wanting to do something to switch back the narrative to my favor. I already broke the rules once, was I ready to do it again to prove the guy wrong? What would that spell for me and my chances? //I had nothing to lose...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after everyone leaves" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SUPYara")>><<pic Hudson>>The SUP's President<</pic>> <<light Hudson>> looked at us, standing in front of him, ready for his questions and willing to do what he asks to prove ourselves. I reminded myself that this was to be a valuable back up plan should things not work out my way in the future. This "test" would make or break my potential in the future. <<s Hudson>>It's not always I see two girls standing there in front of me, applying to our university with each other.<</s>> He gave a small praise, although his tone didn't show he was truly impressed by what he was seeing. <<s Hudson>>What makes you think you both have what it takes to make it in our university?<</s>> There was an intensity in his voice, one that <<light Yara>> didn't succumb to. <<s Yara>>You're the Swedish University or Progressive Learning. Isn't two women like us standing in front of you as a couple applying progressive enough for you?<</s>> The president smiled, understanding my friend's approach. He wasn't as thrilled about her logic as I was starting to be. <<s Hudson>>Your region of the world might still be behind on the terms of gender and relationships, but being lesbian in our country is second-nature. We're all bi, and find nothing special in that.<</s>> He spoke with such confidence, dismantling my friend's argument. And yet, I didn't care for that. <<light Yara>> had presented us as a lesbian couple. And I didn't object. I didn't find the use of objecting. If it would get me accepted in the university, I'd be willing to play that part. It's not like I haven't had a stray thought about my friend's body, is it? <<s Yara>>Oh definitely. I've done my research. And I know what you teach at your university. I know the progressiveness you teach in all relationships. And that's what I'm here to prove.<</s>> My friend had a plan, one that somehow involved me, and one she was getting ready to spring forward. While it worried me, I still found it better than having nothing. The tingle that appeared in the man's eyes told me he was silently impressed. Whether it was of her or of both of us I didn't know. I still had that to find out. <<s Hudson>>Is that so?<</s>> <<s Yara>>We're not your usual lesbian couple. And I'm not your usual woman.<</s>> My friend announced, shifting her attention towards me. She looked at me straight into the eyes, and in almost a whisper, spoke: <<s Yara>>Trust me.<</s>> Her eyes shifted, a level of confidence showing behind them, as she spoke louder for the president to hear and me to follow: <<s Yara>>Kneel.<</s>> //Kneel?// She just told me to... Kneel? I looked at her confused, not quite understanding what she was asking for, not quite getting how that would help in our applications. What was going on? I didn't know if I was even willing to follow her commands, if I had what it took to listen to my friend and debase myself lie that. But then again, she obviously had a plan. And yet I didn't know if that plan benefited both of us or her alone. Was it worth it to use her plan for myself? Turn the tables somehow? Was I willing to go for all this? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 15>><<dark "Follow her lead" "Not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I'm in control">><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Then again, my friend truly believed that she had control over me. However, if the latest few days had proven anything to me, it was that I was more dominant that I gave myself credit for, or than she gave me credit for. And it was going to bite her in the ass. <<s Author>>I love how you still believe that this is the kind of relationship that we have, Yara.<</s>> I called her out, before deciding to push for more. <<s Author>>How about you show Mr. Hudson here who truly is in control between us? We both know yu want to kneel, show him we're not his usual couple, right?<</s>> I continued, <<s Author>>After all, you're the one who begged me to join you. Beg still.<</s>> I looked at her confidently, seeing her thoughts race as she tried to comprehend how I could act the way I did. It was like there was a computing error in her fragile mind. <<s Author>>No need to think, follow.<</s>> I placed my hand gently on her shoulder, slowly bringing her down on her knees in front of me. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> <<s Hudson>>Interesting.<</s>> <<s Author>>It is interesting, sir. What's most interesting is the fact that this girl here believes she's the one who leads our relationship. Yet she obviously doesn't.<</s>> I called out my friend as I petted her head. I could swear she was slowly pushing her head against my hand, but that was not the topic at hand here. <<s Author>>She believes herself to be dominant, in control, but we can obviously see that she isn't, that she'd rather follow than lead. That she'd prefer listening to order rather than give them. A perfect specimen of a progressive world that accepts her weakness.<</s>> I announced. <<light Hudson>>, impressed, looked at me. <<s Hudson>>What about you, Miss...<</s>> He hadn't really cared about my name until now. <<s Author>><<print $name>>.<</s>> I gave him my name. He nodded. <<s Hudson>>What about you, Ms. <<print $name>>? What is it you are?<</s>> He asked me, his eyes drilling me. Here was my true test. //What is it I am?// <div id='choices2'><<if $bbcworld gte 10 and $bisex gte 10>><<link "Everyone's ally">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I am everyone's ally. I help people find themselves.<</s>> I told him, pointing at my friend prostrained at my feet, subsersive to my will. <<s Author>>I don't care for race, gender, or sexuality. If you have something in you that needs to be brought out, I will bring it out. Just like I helped Yara here accept her true self.<</s>> I completed my answer, receiving a wide smile from the interrogating president. He headed towards the desk, pulling out a piece of paper from it. <<s Hudson>>This is yours.<</s>> He presented me with my invitation. <<s Hudson>>I need a bit more time to assess you though.<</s>> He told my friend. His eyes turned back to me. <<s Hudson>>Leave us.<</s>> He commanded. I knew <<light Yara>> would do what it took to follow his commands and secure her spot. Time for her to prove herself. //She's a submissive at heart but is fighting against it. I'm sure I can bring it out even more from her with time.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Everyone's ally" "I'm not.">><</if>> <<if $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "Part of the BNWO">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Me? I'm part of the BNWO. I want to create a better world.<</s>> I announced confidently. The interrogator's eyebrow rose. <<s Hudson>>Is that so? That's interesting!<</s>> He complimented me, and I found myself smiling. <<s Author>>It's the least I can do. I work on propagating the movement.<</s>> I said. He nodded at <<light Yara>>, still subservient at my feet. <<s Hudson>>What about her?<</s>> He asked eagerly. <<s Author>>A person in training.<</s>> I announced confidently. The looming man took a moment to make a decision. He headed towards his desk, picking out a paper for me. <<s Hudson>>There you go.<</s>> He handed me the acceptance, gaining a huge smile from me. <<s Hudson>>Now if possible, please excuse us.<</s>> The way he spoke to me with respect, I felt thrilled. Being part of this movement sure had its benefits, across the world even! I nodded my head and walked out. I knew <<light Yara>> would do what it took to follow his commands and secure her spot. Time for her to prove herself. //She's a submissive at heart but is fighting against it. I'm sure I can bring it out even more from her with time. And have her join us.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "BBC World <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> less than 20">><</if>> <<link "I don't know">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The question he asked came out of nowhere, and I found myself somwhow struggling to find the right words to answer him. <<s Author>>I don't really know. All I know is that your university will help me get that answer.<</s>> I spoke honestly, my eyes meeting his to portray whatever confidence I could master. I waivered for a bit, but I had <<light Yara>>'s head at my hand to prop me up. The intense stare of the guy standing in front of me was causing my breath to catch in my throat. His commanding nature was overwhelming, almost overbearing. <<s Hudson>>How can someone that hasn't found herself ever hope to dominate others and pull them to her will?<</s>> The man asked poignantly. <<s Hudson>>I know deep down you're also a submissive waiting to be discovered. Until then, maybe our university will help you reveal these truths about yourself.<</s>> His confidence was impressive as he headed to the desk, grabbing a piece of paper from it to hand to me. It was an acceptance letter. <<s Author>>Oh my god thank you.<</s>> I was grateful that whole ordeal was over. And while it might have been over for me, the erson kneeling next to me still had to prove herself to the overbearing interrogator. <<s Hudson>>Please excuse us.<</s>> He commanded me, ushering me out of the room to continue his test of my friend. I knew <<light Yara>> would do what it took to follow his commands and secure her spot. Time for her to prove herself. //She's a submissive at heart but is fighting against it. And maybe I was too according to that guy. What did that mean for both our futures?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Follow her lead">><<less "subdom" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't deny the feeling of inadequacy I had when I received that command from my friend. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/kneeling-yara.jpg">> A sudden wave of submissiveness struck through me, and I found I just had to follow her request. I was a submissive at heart, and this woman had my trust. She didn't even have to remind me of it before she had issued her command, but I found myself appreciative of that fact. I slumped down to my kenes in front of the two of them, eager to please. <<s Yara>>As you can see, we're not your usual couple. We're a dominant and her pet, a person who makes decisions and one who follows.<</s>> My friend elaborated on her point, <<s Yara>>And despite your quick judgement, I am sure that this kind of dynamics is exactly the one you strive for in a progressive society. Your classes reflect that and your curriculum does as well.<</s>> My friend, my dominant(?), spoke with confidence, explaining her point of view expertly as she toyed with the hair on my head. I found myself subtly nudging against her hand, wanting her to carress me even further. <<s Hudson>>You've done your research.<</s>> He said, obviously impressed. <<s Yara>>I have. And this one here helped me.<</s>> Her hand pushed on my head, and I understood she talked about me. //She didn't even use my name.// <<s Hudson>>Yet your research must've told you that we're looking for people that are progressive, that subvert gender norms. Why would I take her in.<</s>> He said, aggressive with his words yet still correct in his evaluation. <<s Yara>>Because she has more to offer than simple submissiveness to me.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>I care not for that. Pet. Look at me.<</s>> He commadned me, and I couldn't help but look up at him, listening to his voice and wanting to prove my loyalty. I didn't know anymore why I was doing this, if it was in service of my friend or because I actually liked being dominated like that. There was a huge thrill passing through me at being so low in front of other people, at being brought down to my knees in this submissive manner. <<s Hudson>>Are you willing to relinquish your chances at our university to help your friend here get it? That's the one true thing that will show just how dominant she truly is. Are you willing to give away your future for hers?<</s>> The man asked dominantly. The question was heavy, powerful, brutal. It held in it my future, yet my horniness truly stood in the way of making a rational decision. Was I truly willing to give it all away in service of my friend? Did I want her to use me like that? Did I find thrill in it? I looked up at him, incredulous, actually thinking about agreeing to his offer. <<s Hudson>>Well?<</s>> He asked, awaiting my answer. //My future for hers. Was I truly that submissive?// <div id='choices2'><<link "She deserves this">><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Despite my future being on the line, I couldn't find it in me to deny his offer. I needed my friend to make it through, it didn't matter at what cost. <<s Author>>I am willing-<</s>> As I said these words, sealing my fate and offering my future for hers, <<light Yara>> was quick to interject. <<s Yara>>I couldn't ask this of her.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my friend and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was oddly protective of me, despite my willigness to take that deal, despite me wanting to give her that future she never would've hoped to have. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, looking up at her like a pet their master, yet that's what was happening, a pet at the mercy of their master, glad to be listening to them and feeling safe in their arms. A pet that was just about to be placed on the chopping block. <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my friend, my dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my friend. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. //I've succeeded in securing a spot for the future! A future that I was willing to give away for my friend. Was I really this far gone?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hesitate on what to do">><<pickup $friendsevents "SUP Invitation" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>It was a huge request, one I couldn't find myself denying or accepting. I stood there dumbfounded, lost and confused. Thankfully, my saving grace came in the form of an interjecting <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>I couldn't ask this of her.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>><<print $name>> is my friend and she deserves to be there with me.<</s>> She was oddly protective of me, and I appreciated that quite a bit. <<s Yara>>Not saying you have to take us both, but I'm not willing to jeapordize her future for mine. Our future is together.<</s>> I felt butterflies floating across me as I listened to her words, as I knelt there at her feet, feeling protected and valued. It felt odd, looking up at her like a pet their master, yet that's what was happening, a pet at the mercy of their master, glad to be listening to them and feeling safe in their arms. <<s Hudson>>I never expected this to be a solution to my query, but I believe you've truly taken her under your wing.<</s>> The man seemed thoughtful, as he headed towards his desk and the invitation papers, the papers that had the power to change our lives... <<s Hudson>>Most unusual indeed...<</s>> He said, contemplative, as he stood there thinking of his decision. I looked up at my friend, my dominant, as I saw her just as worried as I was about the whole thing. <<light Yara>> looked back at me, and put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt comforted somehow. <<s Hudson>>This is a gamble I am willing to take.<</s>> He claimed, as he headed back to us with both invitations in hand. <<light Yara>>'s eyes, just like mine, lit up with joy. <<s Yara>>Yes!<</s>> She cheered happily. <<s Hudson>>There was no way we wouldn't take you in, Yara. Star athlete and all.<</s>> He complimented my friend. <<s Hudson>>But you, <<print $name>>, are most unusual. I'm eager to see what your future holds.<</s>> I nodded my head as I took the paper from his hands, still kneeling at both their feet. <<s Yara>>You can stand.<</s>> My dominant spoke, and I followed her command. She hugged me tight, her lithe body pressing against mine, the comfort unmistakable. //I've succeeded in securing a spot for the future!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not willing to do that">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara SUP Blacked" 1>><<less "Yara" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't push myself to accept his offer, no matter how enticing it was to let go like that. I found myself shaking my head, negating it all. <<s Author>>I... I can't do that.<</s>> I said apologetically, gaining me a huge frown from my friend. <<s Yara>>Not even for me?<</s>> She tried once more to entice me, but my decision was made. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> <<s Hudson>>I knew it. Neither of you are ready yet for what my university has to offer.<</s>> The looming president spoke, before heading for his desk. <<s Hudson>>Learn to truly take control or learn to follow. There is no in between in the new world.<</s>> His voice carried a sense of threat as he spoke. I felt shivers run down my spine at his statement. <<light Yara>>'s breath held as well.' <<s Hudson>>Thank you for wasting my time.<</s>> He said, dismissing us without a second look as he took his seat. To say that <<light Yara>> was disappointed was an understatement. She walked out alongside me but didn't give me a second look as she continued on her way elsewhere. I could swear I saw a tear threatening to escape her eye as she rushed away, leaving me behind feeling equally gutted. My friend was feeling bad, I was feeling bad, and the next half hour was spent in absolute disarray. I stayed in front of the class. I had nowhere else to go. Couples went in and out, some happy, some just as sad as I was, as they all filed to receive their answer on their coupling and application. Then <<light Yara>> came back from where she had gone, eyes bulging red. She barged into the room as the last couple went out, her conviction even stronger than before. I looked on as <<light Hudson>> saw her, then greeted her. <<s Hudson>>Close the door so we can talk.<</s>> He commanded her, as she listened to his request and got to it. Was he willing to give her a second chance? Did I want to ask for that too? //What was she going to do to convince him to change his mind?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after Yara walks out" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I'm in control" "Not dominant <img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Hesitate on what to do">><<less "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara SUP Blacked" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite me trying to control my body and move it in the way it needed to, I couldn't find it in me to listen to my friend's command. <<s Yara>>I said kneel.<</s>> Her voice rose, and this broke the momentary spell I had felt wash over me. My friend had no control in this situation, and neither did I. Only he did so. And he wasn't impressed by either of us. <<s Hudson>>Sure you're not the usual couple. You're delusional.<</s>> He commented on my friend's lack of control, and my inability to do anythign of value. <<s Hudson>>Thank you for wasting my time.<</s>> He said, dismissing us without a second look as he went back to his desk. To say that <<light Yara>> was disappointed was an understatement. She walked out alongside me but didn't give me a second look as she continued on her way elsewhere. I could swear I saw a tear threatening to escape her eye as she rushed away, leaving me behind feeling equally gutted. My friend was feeling bad, I was feeling bad, and the next half hour was spent in absolute disarray. I stayed in front of the class. I had nowhere else to go. Couples went in and out, some happy, some just as sad as I was, as they all filed to receive their answer on their coupling and application. Then <<light Yara>> came back from where she had gone, eyes bulging red. She barged into the room as the last couple went out, her conviction even stronger than before. I looked on as <<light Hudson>> saw her, then greeted her. <<s Hudson>>Close the door so we can talk.<</s>> He commanded her, as she listened to his request and got to it. Was he willing to give her a second chance? Did I want to ask for that too? //What was she going to do to convince him to change his mind?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<link "Confront the president after Yara walks out" "University Prospects">><<pickup $class "SUPHudson" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This option affects Yara's future">></div> <<else>>There has been an error, oops! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

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<<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I approached my friend, and noticed the flyer he held in his hand. It was the SUP's flyer, plain as day. <<s Author>>Are we considering that university?<</s>> I asked him, getting close. <<s Leo>>I don't know. It does seem like the university for me... And you heard the guy, I already look Swedish.<</s>> He said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Sure you do.<</s>> I thought of the implications of that university on <<light Leo>>'s character. While he'd be far away from home, this would be a great opportunity for him to further discover himself. He's recently been more experimental in his gender expression, and I was sure that a progressive university would have a positive impact on him. But then again, I didn't know if he was ready to face this whole experience on his own like that... <div id='choices'><<link "Don't you think it's dangerous to go there?">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo SUP Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't you feel that it'd be quite dangerous to go all the way to another country in the world for such a thing at such a young age? Maybe it's better to pass this one out... And what about money?<</s>> Counting out the difficulties of the endavor he was considering, I eventually was able to persuade him against trying to go for that university. He had better luck elsewhere. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You'd fit right in, I'm sure.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no doubt that <<light Leo>> needed this kind of international experience, that this was the place for him. <<s Author>>This is a great opportunity that you cannot let pass you! Imagine all the people you'd meet, how open-minded they'd be, how progressive!<</s>> I sang the place's praise, imagining a better life for my friend and trying to convince him of it. It seemed to me thought that he didn't need much convincing, and was ready to really give it his all. I was happy to have helped him so far, but felt like he might need more guidance moving forward with that path... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<s Leo>>This is the weirdest interview I've ever heard of!<</s>> My friend said, frustrated. <<s Author>>What's up Leo?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Have you ever heard of a university interview that's made in couples?<</s>> He asked, frustrated. <<s Author>>That's what he's asked of you?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to get where he's coming from. <<s Leo>>I don't have a partner to apply with. And they need to be in my class it seems.<</s>> While we both shared a few classes, something deep inside of me told me I'd not be the person for that job. <<s Author>>So you're looking for someone, is that the case?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Honestly I have half a mind to let go of this whole thing.<</s>> He said, defeated. There was no way I'd let him give up like that. //Who do I recommend he reaches out to?// <div id='choices'><<if $Julio gte 5>><<link "Why not Julio?">><<pickup $class "SUPLeoJulio" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was only one person for the job, someone who'd be able to help my friend get the best out of this whole thing and prop him up for success. <<s Author>>There's no doubt who you need to talk to!<</s>> I said, solution in mind. <<s Leo>>And who is that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Julio obviously!<</s>> I said, nudging my friend to shake him into attention. <<s Leo>>Wait, you think that's a right move?<</s>> <<s Author>>A "gay" couple applying for a progressive university! What better can you hope for?<</s>> I was confident that this was the right move. <<light Leo>> remained thoughtful. Hopefully he'll take my advice and update me on how it goes next time we meet! <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Get closer to Julio">><</if>> <<if $Ellis gte 3>><<link "Why not Ellis?">><<pickup $class "SUPLeoEllis" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew of a friend that would boost my friend's chances of being accepted in a progressive university. <<s Author>>I can talk to Ellis if you'd like.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Seriously, you'd do that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, we're friends. It should work out fine.<</s>> I reassured my friend, already on my phone talking to <<light Ellis>> <<s Leo>>Wait, you think that's a right move?<</s>> <<s Author>>A "queer" couple applying for a progressive university! What better can you hope for?<</s>> I received confirmation from my friend that they'd be open to it, <<s Ellis>>"If they're queer enough."<</s>> I was confident that this was the right move. <<s Author>>They're in. Just follow their lead and you'll make it through!<</s>> <<light Leo>> remained thoughtful. Hopefully he'll take my advice and update me on how it goes next time we meet! <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Get closer to Ellis">><</if>> <<link "You should be enough. Go in alone.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo SUP Denied" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidence was key, without it, <<light Leo>> had no hopes of making it through. <<s Author>>Go by yourself. I am sure that's the right move.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It definitely wouldn't be. The request was super clear.<</s>> <<s Author>>You should be enough for that university. By your lonesome. This president doesn't know what he's talking about.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You may be right, but rules are rules.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you're not willing to break them.<</s>> I understood his stance. <<s Leo>>I'm not.<</s>> Unfortunately, my friend wasn't ready for the requirements of that university. I wish I could've helped him further... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>As I approached my friend on this day to see how he was doing, he announced some important news.<<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<less "alphabeta" 5>><<else>><<add "alphabeta" 5>><</if>> <<s Leo>>I got in! I'm accepted!<</s>> He was giddy with excitement, his hand hooked around the person he'd applied with, <<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<light Julio>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<light Ellis>><</if>>. The smile on that other person's face was just as wide. <<s Author>>Oh wow that's great to hear! What happened?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We had to kiss, and I had to be more... accepting of my partner. But we made it through!<</s>> He said, brushing over the fact that they kissed just like that. <<s Author>>Wait what?<</s>> I was stunned, confused, intrigued. <<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<s Julio>>They wanted to be convinced we were actually queer, and well... One thing led to another, and we just started kissing there in our interview to prove a point. Leo's actually a good kisser.<</s>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<s Ellis>>They wanted to be convinced we were actually queer, and well... One thing led to another, and we just started kissing there in our interview to prove a point. Leo's actually a good kisser.<</s>><</if>> <<s Leo>>Don't sell yourself short! You knew what you were doing!<</s>> <<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<s Julio>>You knew how to follow.<</s>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<s Ellis>>You knew how to follow.<</s>><</if>><<else>><<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<s Julio>>You held your own, your tongue was all up there!<</s>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<s Ellis>>You held your own, your tongue was all up there!<</s>><</if>><</if>> My friend blushed at the compliment, a sweet image. I felt a small pang of jealousy, yet didn't just want to imagine what the president might have seen. <div id='choices'><<link "One for the road?">><<add "Leo" 1>><<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<add "Julio" 1>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<add "Ellis" 1>><</if>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>How about you give each other one for the road, show me what I missed.<</s>> The two newfound lovers looked at each other, shrugged, and shared a beautiful kiss. <<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-masc-kiss2.jpg">><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/leo-fem-kiss.jpg">><</if>> Yes, I was jealous, but I was also equally happy for my friend. He's come such a long way and I was so proud of him. //<<light Leo>> has been accepted to the SUP!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Congratulate them">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, congrats you guys! Your truly deserve it!<</s>> I congratulated my friends, happy for their success. <<s Leo>>Couldn't have done it without you.<</s>> My friend approached me for a hug, holding me close. <<if $class.has("SUPLeoJulio")>><<light Julio>><<elseif $class.has("SUPLeoEllis")>><<light Ellis>><</if>> smiled behind, giving me a wink of recognition. //<<light Leo>> has been accepted to the SUP!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

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<<pichead "classes/history-project/costume-meeting.jpg" "Working on the costumes">> <<set $costumemeeting1 to false>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 1>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. Things were going well, but I couldn't help having my doubts regarding our presentation. <<s Author>>Are you guys sure you know the material?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What does it matter what the material is? We have the costumes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but we have to explain the choices we have made for the costumes.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> shimes in: <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you know presentation is mostly about how you say things, not what you're saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, but what you're saying is important...<</s>> <<s Jerome>> There's no doubt it is. That's why you'll be saying it.<</s>> They both share a complicit look, seeming to agree on something. <<s Jerome>>I have an idea for the presentation, and Jasmin's on board.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really? What is it?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I believe we should go into the class already in character. Leashes and all.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't that be too much?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It would really sell the idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Let's try it out for a bit, see if you'll like it.<</s>> He approaches me, holding out the leash we had created, somewhat eager to put the collar on me. I figure I already will be wearing it, why not try it out for size. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/collar.jpg' width='300px'></center> As it clicks around my throat, I feel happy with the material it's made of, The psychological impact cannot be denied either. //It feels... Interesting...// <<light Jerome>>'s hand slides across my face softly, raising my attention to his piercing eyes. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin. Come here.<</s>> His authoritative voice jolts my friend to attention, as she comes by my side, her own collar in hand. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> The way he said this... Something in his tone tells me he's said that before. //And it does sound nice to hear.// Removing his hand from around me, he grabs her collar and places it on her own neck. <<s Jerome>>Kneel<</s>> Almost immediately, <<light Jasmin>> drops to her knees, eager to follow orders. <div id="choices"><<light Jerome>> looks at me in the eyes. Dare I listen to my fake master and follow his orders? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Listen to the master">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I follow suit moments later, eager to see where this game will take us. Something about his command, the way he said it, his authority... <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> I was on my knees in front of my colleague, not my elder in any way, but someone who somehow held authority over me. Next to me, <<light Jasmin>> was smiling, happiness apparent in her eyes. <<light Jerome>> walked a few steps away, taking things to the next level it seemed. <<s Jerome>>Crawl over, pets.<</s>> Nothing to lose, I listen to my apparent owner, crawling on all fours and following him as he walks all the way to the couch, sitting down on it in a position of power. <<s Jerome>>Lose the shirts.<</s>> Stunned, I stop for a moment to think of the repercussions of such a thing. <<light Jasmin>> jumps to follow the command, her sweater already halfway off her. <div id="choices2"><<if $open gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Follow orders">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneel-follow-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Following my friend's lead, I hook my fingers underneath my top, removing it and setting it aside, maintaining eye contact with my master. <<s Jerome>>What good slaves you are. I could get used to this...<</s>> I can't help but smile at the praise, something about following orders so well feels good. <<s Jerome>>Think you could take it further?<</s>> I want to nod, but I am unsure what he might ask of me. <<s Jerome>>It's up to you to decide how you want to go about doing this next task. Please me.<</s>> He's addressing me, intent on having me choose my next move. <<light Jasmin>> turns to look at me. <div id="choices3">The choice was mine to make. <<if $bisex gte 3 and $Jasmin gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Kiss Jasmin on the lips">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/jasmin-kiss.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Looking at <<light Jasmin>> next to me, a crazy yet adequate thought crosses my mind. //I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Master's orders.// I lean forward and kiss my friend on the lips. Stunned at first, she's quick to reply to my tongue with hers, and we're left openly kissing at our master's feet. I'm lost in her arms as our lips intertwine with each other's, dancing around beautifully. I move back after a while, softly panting. <<s Jerome>>What good slaves you two will make. Come on now, time to finish our project. I got somewhere I need to be<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Yes sir.<</s>> Up at her feet, <<light Jasmin>> heads towards the table to continue work. <<s Jerome>>You too, slut<</s>> His authority is undeniable as I follow my friend to finish the work for him. //I wish we could do more...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bisex < 3>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips" "I'm not into girls like that">><<elseif $Jasmin < 10>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips" "I'm not that close to Jasmin">><</if>> <<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Take off my bottoms">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices3">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>In one swift motion, I decide to remove the rest of my clothes, leaving me only in my underwear. <<light Jerome>> smiles at my action. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> //Something about how he said that just felt... Right.// <<s Jerome>>Now go back to work and finish my project for me while you still have brains. I can't wait to see you corrupted.<</s>> Dismissing me just like that, I'm left confused at why he would end it all of a sudden like that. What kind of games was he playing, and how could I make him stop them? <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take off my bottoms" "I'm not courageous enough (Openness<img src='images/icons/open.png'>lower than 15)">><</if>> <<link "Do nothing">><<replace "#choices3">>Not having any idea what to do, I remain silent and still as a statue. <<light Jerome>> understands that I can't go further tonight. He smiles softly. <<s Jerome>>It's okay, pet. You did well<</s>> I go to put the sweater back on. <<s Jerome>>You can leave the sweater off and the collar on. It's only fair, no?<</s>> Nodding, I leave the collar on as I go to the table to continue working on the project. <<s Jerome>>You too, slave. You look better like this.<</s>> I turn to see him addressing my friend, who smiles up at him. <<s Jasmin>>Yes master. May I please you?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Later, girl. Come on, we have some studying to do.<</s>> //Having this collar on is hot. I wish I was as courageous as <<light Jasmin>> is.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow orders" "Openness<img src='images/icons/open.png'> lower than 10">><</if>> <<link "We've already gone far enough">><<replace "#choices2">>Shaking my head no, I let <<light Jerome>> understand that I can't go further tonight. He smiles softly. <<s Jerome>>It's okay, pet. You did well<</s>> I go to remove the collar from my neck. <<s Jerome>>You can leave the collar. It's only fair, no?<</s>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/self-collar1.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Nodding, I leave the collar on as I go to the table to continue working on the project. <<s Jerome>>And you, keep the sweater off. You look better like this.<</s>> I turn to see him addressing my friend, who smiles up at him. <<s Jasmin>>Yes master.<</s>> //Having this collar on is hot. I wish I was as courageous as <<light Jasmin>> is.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Seems like this is not my game">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Somehow this move of his confirmed something I might have known all along. Not meant to follow orders, I'm confused as to why I decided to dress up as slaves to him in the first place. I guess I didn't know this part of myself before... <<s Author>>I don't need training. I'll do what I feel like doing when we're presenting... Master.<</s>> I spit that last word like venom at him as I remove the collar and head to the table to work on the project. <<s Jerome>>Hey no hard feelings. I'm sure you have your reasons.<</s>> His calm understanding of the situation does nothing to appease me. Slightly infuriated, I scoff and continue concentrating on my work. //How dare he...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 2>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. Things were going well, but I couldn't help having my doubts regarding our presentation. <<s Author>>Are you guys sure you know the material?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What does it matter what the material is? We have the costumes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, but we have to explain the choices we have made for the costumes.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> shimes in: <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you know presentation is mostly about how you say things, not what you're saying.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, but what you're saying is important...<</s>> <<s Jerome>> There's no doubt it is. That's why you'll be saying it.<</s>> They both share a complicit look, seeming to agree on something. <<s Jerome>>I have an idea for the presentation, and Jasmin's on board.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really? What is it?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I believe we should go into the class already in character. Both of you at my hand and all.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wouldn't that be too much?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It would really sell the idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Let's try it out for a bit, see if you'll like it.<</s>> I couldn't see how this could hurt, so nod in agreement. <<s Jerome>>From what our research has shown, the pharaohs was the god's presence on earth. His wives, his decoration.<</s>> I was the one who did the research while him and<<light Jasmin>>were off playing their games. <<s Jerome>>Let's put that to the test, shall we?<br>Wife. come here.<</s>> Rushing over, <<light Jasmin>> took her place next to him. They both looked at me. I joined them. <<s Jerome>>It was known that the pharaoh was superior, his wives beneath him. Do you know what we should do?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Kneel next to him">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>It feels instinctual. I feel myself kneel in front of him, showing him how I'm inferior to him. Or rather how our characters are. He smiles at me. //He's pleased.// <<s Jerome>>His wives were subservient, accepting of his dominance, his greatness. Jasmin, care to demonstrate?<</s>> My friend, already kneeling next to me, almost recites: <<s Jasmin>>You are superior. Great. Unmatched. Your body is superior to all others. Your skin, black like the night, is the definition of strength. I am your loyal servant, an extension of your black power.<</s>> //Wow.// The way she said these words, the way she was convinced they were truth. Her devotion was impressive.<<light Jerome>>turned to look at me. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts > 13>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Eloquently praise my husband">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>I go all in on my own praise, wanting to compete with my friend. <<s Author>>My great husband, apple of my eye and ruler of all beings, accept this humble personnage to gaze upon your beauty and greatness. Your black skin, strong and thick with the muscles of your perfect body, is one that the gods have shaped the stars at the image of. Please accept my devotion, for this is all I am capable of doing.<</s>> Leaving both of my friends speechless as I stay kneeled in front of my superior husband, I am taken by the words I used, feeling deep down this unusual devotion. A while later, I still think of the words I used as we continue work on the project, both wives subservient to our superior husband. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Try to match Jasmin's wording in praise">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I attempt to match what the other wife said in my worship <<s Author>>My.. superior husband. Please accept this... lower wife. I want to worship your body and presence wherever you step. Please allow me to be near you and serve you.<</s>> They are both looking at me, seemingly still waiting for more. <<s Author>>And... Carry your baby? Please?<</s>> The illusion breaks as we laught together at my failed attempt. <<s Jasmin>>One thing's for sure, you either can worship or you can serve, and we know what you can do<</s>> Our laughter carries us back to the table where we continue our studies. //I can't deny that it felt good trying to follow my husband's lead though...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I can't bring myself to praise him like that.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Something inside of me stops me from saying the words they want me to say. <<s Author>>Sorry. I guess that's not my thing.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's alright, not everyone is made for worship. Some are just there to serve.<</s>> //Apparently even in being subservient I am lacking...// Thoughts carry as I continue work on the costumes, creating the finishing touches. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts > 16>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dress me up as Cleopatra">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well then if that's the case then maybe I'm better off as Cleopatra, empress of the Egyptians and herself leader of nations?<</s>> They're both stunned as my research has come in handy in my retort. <<s Author>>Now enough time lost. The presentation will go well regardless of whatever small act we want to put forward.<</s>> Taking the lead, I help us put the finishing touches on the costumes before calling it a day. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Reply Smartly" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 16">><</if>> </div> <<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and $costumechoice is 3>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Jasmin>>'s impressive mansion, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes, before <<light Jasmin>>, getting off her phone, budges in: <<s Jasmin>>Noone told me that Yara and Eva were going for the 60s as well???<</s>> Making the link, I notice the huge mistake we've gotten ourselves into. <<s Author>>Oh my god! I didn't think of it at all!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What should we do?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We should go back to the original idea. Ancient Egypt. Slaves.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Seriously? Back to this?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We have no other choice.<</s>> I think of <<light Yara>>'s idea. She wanted to turn <<light Eva>> into a harlot, and needed my help. <<if $evacostume is true>>And I was able to convince my friend to follow her orders. It's not an option for us anymore then.<<else>>And I didn't convince my friend of anything. We could steal that idea.<</if>> <div id="choices">Either way, whatever we chose we'll be rushing to create at the last second. <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Let's go with the Ancient Egypt idea.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<set $costumechoice to 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Jasmin is right, we need to go back to the initial idea.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>No way am I dressing as a slave!<</s>> <<s Author>>No, no not at all! It's an idea I had back then. We're the ones who will dress up as your slaves. A flipping of the script.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Oh I see. Well in that case, count me in.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh!! I'm in too! Let's do this!<</s>> Woefully unprepared, I had no idea where this was going to take us. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evacostume is true>><<dark "Dress up as harlots" "Yara and Eva are already doing that">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Dress up as harlots">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yara shared an idea, and I didn't help her convince Eva of it.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well it's a little bit out there, but basically the idea is to dress up as harlots and their pimp. Some sort of a feminist message or something like that.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Well if they're not doing it then that idea is up for grabs. I'm in. Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>We've got nothing to lose, and at least the material is there for us to use, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, yeah, kinda... We'll try to make it work.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Keep the same idea">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's too late to change course. I say we stick to what we know.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Are you sure that's the best course of action?<</s>> <<s Author>>We don't have a choice.<</s>> Doubling down on our idea, we decided to not change course and stick to what we know. Our costumes might have been similar, but our research would be deeper... //I hope.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva" and $costumechoice is 3>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Eva>>'s beautiful house, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. The mood was a lot of fun as we had decided to put music from the 60s as we worked, dancing along to the music as we stitched our costumes. While <<light Eva>> and I were more interested in actually finishing the work rather than dancing, <<light Yara>> was having more fun, moving around and dancing happily as the music carried her steps. At one point as the music switched to a particularly upbeat tone, she approaches both of us, hoping to bring us along to dance. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Dance with her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/yara-dance.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Taken by her positive mood, I join her in dancing to the music, as she grabs my hands and moves me around as she likes. The positive vibes and beautiful music help me in getting more and more in the mood, and, <<light Yara>>'s body right against mine, I turn to urge <<light Eva>> to join us. Despite her reluctance, she ultimately joins, although her dancing is obviously not as enthusiastic as ours. We later continue working on the project, intent on creating a beautiful outcome for our presentation. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $athletics >= 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Impress her with my moves">><<add "Yara" 2>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/yara-dance.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center>Beating her at her own game, I jump forward and start busting out moves from that time, dancing circles around her and putting out all the charisma I can muster. I can see her getting clearly impressed as my energy is matched by hers. We slowly dance closer and closer, enjoying the moves and shaking our bodies to the beat. When I grab <<light Eva>>'s hand hoping for her to join us, she is also smiling wide as we enjoy the lovely tunes. //What's the use of this time if we're not having fun with it?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Impress her with my moves" "Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Dancing can wait. Work needs to be done.">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to join her in her dance, I decide to ignore my friend as I continue my work on my costume, intent on creating something fun and hippie that will actually earn me a grade. Dejected, <<light Yara>> is obviously saddened. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva" and $costumechoice is 4>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Eva>>'s beautiful house, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. The mood was a lot of fun as we had decided to put music from the 60s as we worked, dancing along to the music as we stitched our costumes. <<light Eva>> seemed to get a brilliant idea, as she looks up with mischievousness in her eyes <<s Eva>>It's not really logical to have 2 pimps for 1 harlot, you know...<</s>> <<light Yara>> smiles, apparently waiting for the subject to be brought up. <<s Yara>>That's right. That's why I've been working on <<print $name>>'s costume for her.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait, what?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh come on, you know it's the logical thing to do! You'll both be my harlots, and I your pimp. It'll be amazing!<</s>> <<s Author>>That's not what I signed up for.<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's okay, $name . It's a feminist message.<</s>> Using my own arguments against me... I didn't really mind wearing the costume that <<light Yara>> was preparing, but I felt like a statement needed to be made... //Although it did look nice... And like less effort...// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Accept the change in costume">><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> I lowered my eyes, stumped, but also slightly excited at the prospect. <<s Author>>Alright..<</s>> <<s Yara>>What?<</s>> Speaking louder, I repeat myself. <<s Author>>Alright, I'll do it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I am so proud of you, $name . You'll make a good harlot.<</s>> Something about all of this feels so wrong. I look up to see <<light Eva>> smiling at me, as <<light Yara>> approaches. <<s Eva>>Welcome to the team, harlot.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You made the right choice working for me. Now finish your costume like a good girl.<</s>> Nodding, I get to work on both of our costumes. //She truly is a leader...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Suggest Yara wears it">><<if $subdom >= 5>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 11>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have a counter-proposal... How about you wear it, Yara?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you serious? You'd fit much better in these clothes.<</s>> She walks up to me, wanting to size me up. I match her glare. <<s Author>>Come on, you and I both know that you were having fun working on the costume. Don't you want to know what it feels like? Don't you want to wear it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No...<</s>> <<s Author>>Aw come on, you know you do. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No...<</s>> <<s Author>>It's settled then, you will both be my sexy little harlots. Now back to work, we need to be ready for tomorrow.<</s>> Going back to her place, <<light Yara>> got to work on her costume. //I can't believe that actually worked!// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><<elseif $subdom < 5>><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have a counter-proposal... How about you wear it, Yara?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you serious? You'd fit much better in these clothes.<</s>> She walks up to me, wanting to size me up. I try to match her glare, but falter, looking at the costume behind her. <<s Yara>>Come on, you and I both know that you're interested in it. Don't you want to know what it feels like? Don't you want to wear it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Aw come on, you know you do. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No...<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's settled then, you will both be my sexy little harlots. Now back to work, we need to be ready for tomorrow.<</s>> Something about all of this feels so wrong. I look up to see <<light Eva>> smiling at me. <<s Eva>>Welcome to the team, harlot.<</s>> <<light Yara>>gets closer to whisper in my ear: <<s Yara>>You made the right choice working for me. Now finish your costume like a good girl.<</s>> Nodding, I get to work on both of our costumes. //She took control so easily...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Let's stick to the plan">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No. No. This is wrong. Let's just stick to the plan.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Are you sure? This would be a lot of fun!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, I'm sure.<</s>> Walking over,<<light Yara>> is visibly angry. <<s Yara>>I thought you were more open than this. Fine, But you're starting over.<</s>> Taking away my costume from in front of me, she leaves me with the skimpy outfit she had been working on. I have to work double-time to finish the costume. //What an insecure bitch.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 5>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. However, at one point while preparing for the event, a small argument took place. <<s Julio>>I should wear the barbarian's costume. I'm the more physically fit one.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That might've been true at the beginning of the month, but right now I'm obviously the superior MAN<</s>> (We tested for Leo's masculinity stats) <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/arm-wrestle.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<if $alphabeta gte 4>><<light Leo>> has truly been on a path of improvement and growth, there was no denying it. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. A month ago things might've been different. But today, <<light Leo>> is the obvious winner. <<s Leo>>It's settled then. I'm wearing the bulky costume.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<light Leo>> has been improving, there was no denying it, but he wasn't quite there yet. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. A month ago things might've been different. But today, <<light Leo>> gives him a run for his money. Ultimately, it's <<light Julio>> that comes out on top. <<s Julio>>Nice fight, kiddo, but I'm wearing the bulky costume.<</s>> I try talking to my friend, calm his nerves, but he retreats out of the room for a while. That must've been a blow... <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta lt 0>><<light Leo>>might think he has been more masculine, but working out a few times doesn't change much in a person. Before I can shime in,<<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, looking at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. <<light Julio>> loses no time in smashing<<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was no contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<elseif $alphabeta <= 3>><<light Leo>> was far from being masculine. Our workouts improved his form, but deep down he was an egg ready to crack. Before I can shime in, <<light Julio>> interrupts. <<s Julio>>Let's arm wrestle for it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let's.<</s>> Both men headed for the table, they sit opposite each other, <<light Julio>> decides to raise the stakes, confident in his victory. <<s Julio>>Let's make things interesting. We do all the costumes. Whoever loses dresses up as the second-class citizen, $name is the philosopher, and the winner is the bulky gladiator. What do you say, wimp?<</s>> <<light Leo>> twitches at the insult, then turns to me for guidance. <div id="choices">//Do I feel like corrupting my friend, leaving him to dry?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Don't even wrestle">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "Leo" 1>><<'less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't have to be strong to be a man, Leo. Don't do it.<</s>> I know he'd lose if he even played into <<light Julio>>'s hand, and I wasn't going to allow him to do that. Convinced, <<light Leo>> steps back from the table. <<s Leo>>She's right. I don't care which gladiator clothes I'm wearing. Let's get back to work.<</s>> <<light Julio>>'s stare tells me everything I need to know about his opinion of me. We get back to work. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Let him choose">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<less "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not giving him any sign of what to do, I leave him to choose his own destiny. And he chooses right. Deciding to continue with the wrestling without the additional stakes, they both look at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. <<light Julio>> loses no time in smashing <<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was no contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, dejected, seems to take the revelation to heart. //He was never going to win, why fight the inevitable?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Tell him to go all in">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 8>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I believe in you, Leo!<</s>> I lie to him through my teeth, telling him what he needs to hear to make his mistake. And he buys it, hook, line and sinker. I give <<light Julio>> a complicit smile. Taking their seats and situating themselves, they both look at me for the count. I accept their condition and go for the countdown. Surprisingly, they start at a stalemate, <<light Leo>> fighting with all he has while <<light Julio>> confidently looks at me. <<s Julio>>Remember this, Leo. This is your place in society. Underneath me.<</s>> In less time than it takes to say it, <<light Julio>> smashes <<light Leo>>'s hand to the table. There was never a contest. <<s Julio>>You never stood a chance.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, dejected, seems to take the revelation to heart. We were going to change everything at the last second because of his failure. Good thing <<light Julio>> came prepared. //He was never going to win, why fight the inevitable?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 6>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. There was a problem though. Both <<light Leo>> and I were eyeing a particular philosopher's uniform design that <<light Julio>> had created, and we needed to choose who was going to wear it. <<s Julio>>There is no way I do the same design twice. You both better find how to sort this out.<</s>> <<s Author>>What will it take to convince you?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I really like it. I won't back down.<</s>> <<if $alphabeta lte 0>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/leo-flirting.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Walking up to him, I ask him sweetly. <<s Author>>Come on, please? For me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>What would I get out of it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on Leo... Do it for your friend?<</s>> His knees growing weak, he ultimately accepts that I take the better costume. //What a beta.// <<elseif $alphabeta gt 0 and $smarts gt 16>>An idea comes to mind. <<s Author>>The smarter philosopher is the one that gets the costume, what say you?<</s>> <<light Leo>> agrees, and after a quick debate, I emerge victorious. These classes with Mr. <<light Bekham>> have been paying off! <<else>>Unable to come up with a way to convince my friend of letting go of the costume, I ultimately have to accept that he's the one that's going to be wearing it. //I wish I didn't go with his idea in the first place.// The way <<light Julio>> looks at me, the "I told you so" in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 7>><<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg">> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. The next few hours are spent preparing for the contest, and at the end of it I feel proud of what we have achieved. I couldn't wait for tomorrow's presentations when we get to show our creation. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 8>> Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. After having finished preparing the costumes and while getting ready for the presentation, I noticed a certain lack that <<light Leo>> had. If we need him to act like a lady he had to learn how to act like one. But I was hesitant on whether or not I wanted to teach him how to make that step. <<light Julio>>'s position on the manner had been clear, and it was obvious what he hoped would happen. Did I want to do his bidding? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Ignore the lack, it's no big deal">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Ignoring <<light Julio>>'s requests, I allow <<light Leo>> to be himself as he is. It's bad enough he has to play such a difficult part, let him adapt it to himself! //Though I would've liked to see him be a bit more in character...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Point out whenever Leo is being too masculine">><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Julio>>'s requests, I minimized my comments about <<light Leo>>'s behavior, limiting myself to speak out whenever he did something overtly masculine. What came up with us was something somewhat convincing, despite <<light Julio>> believing we could do more to give life to his creations. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Give him femininity lessons">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/leo-teaching.jpg">>Wanting to push <<light Leo>> to the limit, I followed <<light Julio>>'s lead and started teaching my friend how to embrace his feminine side even more, how to act and move and dress and talk. The outcome was immensely convincing, and I knew that should he truly embrace his femininity, our grade will translate that progress tomorrow. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and $costumechoice is 9>> <div id="continue">Collecting ourselves in <<light Leo>>'s humble apartment, we were working on the material we had collected to create our costumes. <<light Julio>>'s designs were a great addition, as he had everything planned out for the project. All we needed to do was implement his ideas, and that's what we were doing. It definitely felt weird dismissing all I believed about the project and our grade in order to embrace this second-class citizen part alongside <<light Leo>>, but I couldn't deny that there was something silently thrilling about embracing this helplessness and trusting someone like that with my grade. It all depended on whether or not me and <<light Leo>> could convincingly act similar, and so <<light Julio>> tasked me with teaching him a bit of feminine manners as he continued sewing the costumes. Did I want to do his bidding? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Ignore the lack, it's no big deal">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Ignoring<<light Julio>>'s requests, I allow <<light Leo>> to be himself as he is. It's bad enough he has to play such a difficult part, let him adapt it to himself! //Though I would've liked to see him be a bit more in character...//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Point out whenever Leo is being too masculine">><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Julio>>'s requests, I minimized my comments about <<light Leo>>'s behavior, limiting myself to speak out whenever he did something overtly masculine. What came up with us was something somewhat convincing, despite <<light Julio>> believing we could do more to give life to his creations.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Give him femininity lessons">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/leo-teaching.jpg">> Wanting to push <<light Leo>> to the limit, I followed <<light Julio>>'s lead and started teaching my friend how to embrace his feminine side even more, how to act and move and dress and talk. The outcome was immensely convincing, and I knew that should he truly embrace his femininity, our grade will translate that progress tomorrow.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>Moving on from our preparations, I was approached by an inquiring <<light Julio>>: <<s Julio>>So, how did it go? Think the guy has what it takes?<</s>> <<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<s Author>>Yes. He's well on his way to play the part perfectly for your costume.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's good to hear, good job.<</s>> I smile at his compliment.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm not sure. He's resisting it somehow.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That wasn't what I was hoping to hear.<</s>> I felt sad to be disappointing him.<</if>> <<s Julio>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Author>>What about me?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Are you ready for tomorrow? Do you think you have the character in mind?<</s>> <<s Author>>I think so, yes.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Show me. Kneel to your superior.<</s>> //Did he really want me to kneel for him like this, out of nowhere?// <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Kneel like a good girl">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/kneeling-lr.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Somehow, it felt natural to listen to his request, as I find myself drop down to my knees like a good girl, looking up at him obediently. He smiles down at me. <<s Julio>>Such a good girl. Too bad for you I'm not into you. But as I said before, you have a place in the new world and it seems you know it.<</s>> I'm baffled by what he's saying, yet the simple fact that I'm kneeling in front of him says much more than any argument I might want to give or come up with. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/classes/history-project/sub-kneeling.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<s Julio>>I'm proud of you though. Now get up before Leo comes back slut.<</s>> Listening to his command, I stand back up. //What the fuck is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Hesitate">><<if $subdom < 0>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I hesitate, unsure whether or not I should follow his command. <<s Julio>>KNEEL<</s>> <<picmid "classes/history-project/sub-kneeling-pic.jpg">> I find myself drop down to my knees immediately out of fear, unable to even look at him. He smiles down at me. <<s Julio>>Good girl. Too bad you're a bit slow. You have a place in the new world, and even if you consciously don't know it yet, your body knows.<</s>> I'm baffled by what he's saying, yet the simple fact that I'm kneeling in front of him says much more than any argument I might want to give or come up with. <<s Julio>>I'm proud of you though. Now get up before Leo comes back slut.<</s>> Listening to his command, I stand back up. //What the fuck is wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<replace "#choices2">>I hesitate, unsure whether or not I should follow his command. <<s Julio>>KNEEL<</s>> I look back at him, trying to understand what's the point he's trying to make. Before I come to a definitive answer, <<light Leo>> comes back into the room. <<light Julio>>, dejected, is annoyed at my bratty behavior. //I should've listened to his command when I had the chance...// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</if>><</link>> <<if $subdom > 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Deny his request">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not willing to follow his command, I stand my ground, looking at him in the eyes. //How dare he ask me to do that?// Looking back at me, he scoffs. <<s Julio>>You're not ready. And to think I saw something in you...<</s>> //What had he seen in me? How come I disappointed him now?// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Deny his request" "Not dominant enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

/* This is a group project in which the player chooses who to partner with, and by doing so different outcomes to the project will take place. First month: clothing in different eras. Options:Yara will make Eva and herself dress like a harlot from the 60s (depending on subdom) Julio will require your help to dress Leo as a female (or both will be dressed as gladiators depending on alphabeta) Jerome and Jasmin will dress her like a slave as a way to reclaim history (depends on bbcworld) Costumechoice Options: 1-Her and Jasmin are slaves to Jerome 2-Her and Jasmin are wives to Jerome 3-60s fashion 4-60s fashion - eva prostitute 5-All gladiators 6-All philosophers 7-Characters from Ancient Greece 8-Ancient Greece - characters reversed 9-Ancient Greece - both slaves 10-60s fashion - both prostitutes 11-60s fashion - Them prostitutes. Second month: Options: Third month: human sculptures Options: Julio and Jerome will bring along a contrasting imagery with the white female protagonist in the middle of them Eric, Leo, and you could create an exploration of gender (if Leo is on a more genderless path) Yara, Eva, Jasmin, and you will represent the Horae of the four seasons. */ <<if visited(passage()) lte 3>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<goto "JasminJerome Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">><<goto "LeoJulio Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<goto "YaraEva Group">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><div id="choices"> <center>//"In order to foster a sense of groupwork and cooperation, Hatchett High vows to bring out the creativity in its students."//</center> The usual bullshit is spewed without so much as a second thought about what they're saying... Our school was quite organized when it came to classes, projects and requirements. Having separated their projects at the beginning of the year, professors then each had a month to string us along in their own project, giving us sessions every monday to flesh out our presentation for the end of it. <<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> The assignment was pretty interesting: we are supposed to do research about a particular civilization or period of time, and create costumes that represent this moment in history. Our grade will be based on not only the research, but also the costume design, "//to bring out the creativity in us//". First class of the year, and already I had my choice of three different groups to choose from, and each had a different dynamic than the others. The first group was<<link "Jasmin and Jerome">><<set $group1 to "Jasmin and Jerome">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>>I have chosen the electric duo of <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>, which is sure to bring me an interesting upcoming few weeks. I was looking forward to it. <<link "Join them" "JasminJerome Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>>. An unspoken duo, they seemed to have already planned to be together for this month's project. Joining them meant I risked being a third wheel, but with <<light Jasmin>>'s passion for controversial topics, it was sure to snag us a few grade points. <<light Jerome>> was a treat to look at too... <<if $jasminavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Jasmin's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> The second group had two of my close friends,<<link "Yara and Eva">><<set $group1 to "Yara and Eva">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Yara>><</pic>><<pic Eva>><</pic>>I have chosen the unusual duo of <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>>, believing I would bring the balance between their mismatched personalities well. I was apprehensive yet looking forward to what this coupling would bring. <<link "Join them" "YaraEva Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>>. Although I rarely saw them together, I knew that me being there would balance the scales out well. <<light Yara>>'s creativity and <<light Eva>>'s attention to detail would be great assets to this project's outcome. <<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Eva's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><<elseif $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Yara's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> The last group I could choose from included yet another weird duo, <<link "Julio and Leo">><<set $group1 to "Julio and Leo">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Drawn by the odd coupling in front of me, I decided to join <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> on their team. Both had an interesting outlook on life and I was sure to make the most use of their skills to create an interesting outcome. <<link "Join them" "LeoJulio Group">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>>. <<light Julio>> was a controversial individual, seemingly tying himself to <<light Leo>> to make use of his history knowledge for easy points. Maybe I could defend my friend by joining their team? <<if $leoavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Leo's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> //I knew whichever team I'd be joining I'd be stuck with for the rest of the month, and the other teams will be progressing and creating their own projects, effectively shaping its members without my influence.//</div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 4>>Presentation Time! The whole class was gathered to present our costumes, with each trying their best to be in character. <<if $costumechoice is 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-slaves.jpg' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh-wealthy.jpg' width='33%'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-egyptian-slaves.webp' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh.jpg' width='33%'> <</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving chained to our pharaoh, and respecting his lead. At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my master I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my master, I allow him to take the lead in this. He calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Julio>>Speak, slave.<</s>> Following his command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to him. <<s Julio>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammates smile at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question, <<light Jerome>> clears his throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for his command to answer. He gives his approval to the laughter of the class, before I go to answer the teacher's question. Despite my insubordination, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are happy with me. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to <<light Jerome>>'s authority in it, and that's not a good look for him. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 2>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-wives2.webp' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh-wealthy.jpg' width='33%'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing, <<light Jasmin>>, <<light Jerome>>, and I. <img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-wives.jpg' width='33%'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/egyptian-pharaoh.jpg' width='33%'> <</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving subservient behind our pharaoh, and respecting his lead. At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my husband I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my master, I allow him to take the lead in this. He calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Julio>>Speak, wife.<</s>> Following his command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to him. <<s Julio>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammates smile at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question, <<light Jerome>> clears his throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for his command to answer. He gives his approval to the laughter of the class, before I go to answer the teacher's question. Despite my insubordination, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are happy with me. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Jasmin>> are unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to <<light Jerome>>'s authority in it, and that's not a good look for him. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 3>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/interracial-hippies.webp' width='500px'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-2.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-hippie-male.jpg' width='33%' title='Jerome'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <</if>> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially since we are basically doing the same thing as <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> are doing. <<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that I did my research doesn't really aid my case.<<else>><<light Eva>> also seems to have put much more time in preparing for this presentation.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to my teammates and changed course somehow? <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/wealthy-female-hippies.jpg'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-2.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <</if>> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially when compared to what they have prepared.<<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that we did our research doesn't really aid our case.<<else>>The fact that our research lacks any depth also shows unfortunately.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to <<light Yara>> and convinced <<light Eva>> to dress up like a harlot for us? <</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 10>><<if $group1 is "Jasmine and Jerome">><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses and had to make last minute changes, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/pimp-ho.jpg'> The class is unimpressed by our presentation, especially since we are basically doing the same thing as <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> are doing, albeit with a bit of a change. <<if $smarts > 15>>The fact that I did my research doesn't really aid our case.<<else>><<light Eva>> also seems to have put much more time in preparing for this presentation.<</if>> All in all, our presentation is abysmal...Maybe I should've listened to my teammates and changed course somehow? But hey, at least we had fun in the process, right? <<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva and I'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Yara'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-2.png' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, arriving subservient behind our pimp, and respecting her lead. It felt odd being so submissive to <<light Yara>> like that, but at the same time kind of... //Thrilling?// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but according to my pimp I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom < -3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent until called upon">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Respecting the wishes of my employer, I allow her to take the lead in this. She calmly turns to me and orders me: <<s Yara>>Speak, harlot.<</s>> Following her command, I answer the question and then step back with respect to her. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> My actions leave the class stunned as my teammate smiles at my compliance. //I did good. I'm a good girl.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent until called upon" "Not Submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I attempt to speak out to answer the question,<<light Yara>>clears her throat, and I roll my eyes as I wait for her command to answer. Surprising me, she turns to <<light Eva>> and orders her to answer. My friend obediently respects her wishes. Later, as we go to take our places, <<light Yara>> whispers to me: <<s Yara>>You could learn a thing or two from your friend.<</s>> //She's right, <<light Eva>> got the better grade. Was it because she listened to her?// <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Answer Confidently">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Confidently setting aside the act for the sake of the grade, I answer the teacher's question, not caring to listen to any comment requesting the opposite. Despite the better grade, <<light Yara>> is unhappy with my performance. Even if it was an act, I stood up to her authority in it, and that seemed to create a positive effect on <<light Eva>>.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Answer Confidently" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div><</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 4>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Yara and I'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, <<light Yara>> and I leading, while <<light Eva>> obediently followed suit. //She immediately took to it, oddly enough...// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but found the opportunity to undermine <<light Yara>>'s authority. <div id="choices">Should I take the chance? <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent, let her take the fall">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Grasping the opportunity as it presented itself to me, I turn to look at <<light Yara>> to answer the tricky question. Her smirk reveals she had prepared for this eventuality, as she confidently and impressively answers the question. The fact that <<light Eva>> also shimes in to support her point of view is not lost on the teacher, who smiles at the both of them. //I shouldn't have doubted <<light Yara>>'s capabilities.//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to answer">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose the chance for a higher grade, I bail out my team by answering the niche question asked, making sure to elaborate more on the reasoning behind our costumes. The teacher, impressed by my answer, adds to our grade. I turn to see both my teammates smiling at me. We did well!<</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Make Eva answer">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Smiling at the opportunity to showcase my dominance to <<light Yara>>, I turn to <<light Eva>> and order her to answer the question. Our harlot, after stumbling over her words for a short while, finds her footing and answers the tricky question, as <<light Yara>> looks at me with a smirk on her face.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Make Eva Answer" "Not Dominant enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 11>><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore-elegant.jpg' width='50%' title='Eva and Yara'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='50%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' width='33%' title='Eva'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/skimpy-female-hippie-3.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-pimp.jpg' width='33%' title='Yara'><</if>> As previously agreed upon, we have decided to present in character in front of the whole class, me leading while my harlots <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> obediently followed suit. //It felt odd having these two follow my orders...// At a particular moment in the presentation, we were asked a tricky question. I knew the answer to it, but <<light Yara>> jumped to answer it. <div id="choices">How should I react? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Stay silent, let her take the lead">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 3>><<replace "#choices">>Grasping the opportunity as it presented itself to her,<<light Yara>>started answering the tricky question, not prompted by me to reply. Her smirk reveals she had prepared for this eventuality, as she confidently and impressively takes control away from me The fact that <<light Eva>> also shimes in to support her point of view is not lost on the teacher, who smiles at the both of them. The rest of it is a bit of a fiasco as <<light Yara>> confidently and strategically undermines me and takes away my control... //I shouldn't have doubted <<light Yara>>'s capabilities, although it did feel more natural to follow than lead...//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to stop her">><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to lose the chance to put her in her place, I attempt to raise my voice to answer the question instead. <<light Yara>> confidently keeps going, maintaining eye contact with the professor as my voice dies out. Not willing to make a scene out of it, I let it slide, but the discordance in our group is apparent. //Should I have just stayed silent?//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Make Eva answer instead">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Smiling at the opportunity to showcase my dominance to <<light Yara>>, I turn to <<light Eva>> and order her to answer the question instead. <<light Yara>>, stunned at how I undermined her like that, stumbles on her words as <<light Eva>> takes the opportunity to follow my orders. As she answers the question, I look at <<light Yara>> with a smirk on my face. //Noone undermines my authority here.//<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 5>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $alphabeta >= 3>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-alpha.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume-sexy.avif' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is having the time of his life, excited to be portraying such a strong character in front of the whole class. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs. I myself am happy to be part of this awesomely-dressed team. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly. <<elseif $alphabeta lt 3>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-gladiator-beta.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-gladiator-costume-sexy.avif' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is excited to be portraying such a masculine character in front of the whole class. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs, and his smoking hot body. I myself am happy to be part of this awesomely-dressed team. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly.<</if>> <<elseif $costumechoice is 6>><<less "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> Dressing up in our costumes, it is clear that <<light Leo>> is excited to be portraying such an intellectual character in front of the whole class, as am I. <<light Julio>> is also excited by the prospect of showing his designs, and his smoking hot body. Our team was well dressed, that was for sure. As we present our overview of the Greek Culture, we are criticized by the professor for dressing up as only one aspect of it. Our grade suffers from it slightly. <<elseif $costumechoice is 7>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-philosopher-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate<<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. Both he and <<light Leo>> were extremely happy with the positive attention they were getting. As for me, well... <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 8>><div id=continue>Ahead of entering class, I was approached by a worried <<light Leo>> who seemed to have doubts about his costume. <<s Leo>>Hey $name , I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do... I really don't think this will work.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it? What's wrong?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It feels odd being dressed like this, as second class... Couldn't we have done things differently?<</s>> <<s Author>>You would rather have had me being second class? What message would that have carried?<</s>> <<s Leo>> No, no... I'm not sure...<</s>> He was perfect for the part, and it was already too late to change course. The choice was mine on how to help him overcome his fears, and how to alleviate his concerns. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right... It's all about the message. It's just a part.<</s>> Smiling, I have him convinced that he made the right choice. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both <<light Julio>> and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking the opportunity to showcase how second class back then did not only mean feminine, he made sure to get his somehow feminist message across. <<light Julio>> is displeased to see his message backfiring somehow. //I'm not sure what it really was in the first place...// <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it. And who knows, you might like it...<</s>> While hesitant, <<light Leo>> nods, accepting my point of view and willing to give it a try. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both<<light Julio>>and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point<<light Leo>>was tested on his ability to stay in character. His unshaped character, coupled with his nervousness at the situation, didn't help him in answering the question asked as he stumbles on his words, embarrasing us as a team. <<light Julio>> doesn't seem too concerned, happy somehow to have lulled <<light Leo>> to this point at the very least. //I should've probably pushed him more...// <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Finding the perfect opportunity to help him along the path that he's been riding on, I say to him: <<s Author>>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it is Leo, nothing wrong with wanting to follow rather than lead. After all, you accepted this part for a reason, no? Aren't you curious about how it feels like to listen to orders?<</s>> Something in him clicks as he gives me a wide smile. He's actually convinced with the point I made to him! //Oh beautiful corruption!// <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> <<light Leo>>, somewhat vulnerable from being dressed the way he was, was not the only attractive person in the room. Both <<light Julio>> and I were really well dressed as well, and we all were playing our characters beautifully. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking extra care to remain composed and submissive as taught, he answers after <<light Julio>> allows him to, a showcase of subservience to the dominant man and a great way of driving the whole point of second class across. <<light Leo>> further embraces the femininity of the part, blushing at the compliments that the professor gives at the end of the presentation, and even going as far as making a twirl when prompted by <<light Julio>>.<</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div> <<elseif $costumechoice is 9>><div id=continue>Ahead of entering class, I was approached by a worried <<light Leo>> who seemed to have doubts about his costume. <<s Leo>>Hey $name , I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do... I really don't think this will work.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it? What's wrong?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It feels odd being dressed like this, as second class... Couldn't we have done things differently?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey we're in this together, it's the best way to do this, trust me.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm not really sure...<</s>> He was perfect for the part, and it was already too late to change course. The choice was mine on how to help him overcome his fears, and how to alleviate his concerns. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Be confident in yourself. Second class does not mean feminine, that's the whole point.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're right... It's all about the message. It's just a part.<</s>> Smiling, I have him convinced that he made the right choice. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had<<light Leo>>next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking the opportunity to showcase how second class back then did not only mean feminine, he made sure to get his somehow feminist message across.<<light Julio>>is displeased to see his message backfiring somehow. //I'm not sure what it really was in the first place...// As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Too late to back down now. Make the most of it. And who knows, you might like it...<</s>> While hesitant,<<light Leo>>nods, accepting my point of view and willing to give it a try. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had <<light Leo>> next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. His unshaped character, coupled with his nervousness at the situation, didn't help him in answering the question asked as he stumbles on his words, embarrasing us as a team. <<light Julio>> doesn't seem too concerned, happy somehow to have lulled <<light Leo>> to this point at the very least. //I should've probably pushed him more...// As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr. <<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Finding the perfect opportunity to help him along the path that he's been riding on, I say to him: <<s Author>>Embrace the part. It's okay to be yourself and inferior.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It is?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it is Leo, nothing wrong with wanting to follow rather than lead. After all, you accepted this part for a reason, no? Aren't you curious about how it feels like to listen to orders?<</s>> Something in him clicks as he gives me a wide smile. He's actually convinced with the point I made to him! //Oh beautiful corruption!// <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' width='33%' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-slave-cheap.jpg' width='33%' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had <<light Leo>> next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate <<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. Our presentation went well, and at one point <<light Leo>> was tested on his ability to stay in character. Taking extra care to remain composed and submissive as taught, he answers after <<light Julio>> allows him to, a showcase of subservience to the dominant man and a great way of driving the whole point of second class across. <<light Leo>> further embraces the femininity of the part, blushing at the compliments that the professor gives at the end of the presentation, and even going as far as making a twirl when prompted by <<light Julio>>. As for me, well... <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices2">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing <<light Leo>> his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div><</if>> <<if $leocostume is true>>I had helped <<light Julio>> dress <<light Leo>> up as a second class citizen, a slave in their own presentation. I knew this had an impact on his psyche but he did look nice dressed up like that. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='300px' title='Leo'></center><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<elseif $alphabeta < -3>>Somehow, <<light Julio>> was able to convince <<light Leo>> to dress up as a slave in their presentation. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='300px' title='Leo'></center><<less "alphabeta" 2>><</if>> <<if $evacostume is true>>I had helped <<light Yara>> dress <<light Eva>> up as a harlot from the 60s for her, a prostitute in their own presentation. I knew this had an impact on her psyche and was somehow happy to see her scantily dressed like that. It all helped <<light Yara>> look more dominant. <center><img src='images/clothes/costumes/60s-whore.jpg' height='300px' title='Eva'></center><<add "evasub" 2>><</if>> It felt nice having finished the project for this month. I was looking forward to next month and what it held for us! <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> as partners for the clothing group project, and was hoping we'd get to meet up during class today and accomplish great things. I couldn't deny that I was apprehensive of being treated as a third wheel in this project, but decided I wasn't going to let this get to me in any way. I was going to contribute not only to the project, but to the conversation too, whatever it took. <<s Jerome>>How about we do something related to like Ancient Egypt? That would be something interesting...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That does sound like a good idea! After all my name is Jasmin so we could watch Aladdin for inspiration in the styles<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Aladdin has nothing to do with ancient Egypt. I'm talking pharaohs and empresses<</s>> <<s Author>>And slaves, unfortunately.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What?<</s>> She's obviously startled by what I just said, and apparently doesn't like where I am taking the conversation. <<s Author>>The pyramids were built on the back of slaves. Every time a pharaoh died, that meant countless slaves died creating his tomb... Not really the best example honestly.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You're right, I don't know how comfortable I feel talking about slavery.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> seems thoughtful, an idea forming in her mind. <<s Jasmin>>But talking about something impactful - and controversial - like that is a guaranteed high grade!<</s>> The tension palpable, I see <<light Jerome>> seriously thinking about this new development. <<s Jasmin>>I'm not saying you should dress up as a slave, obviously, but I am saying we should think of something along these lines.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Suggest we reverse the roles between slaver and slaves">><<set $costumechoice to 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/jj-egypt.jpg">>The idea that goes through my mind is crazy, but it has just the right amount of shock value and the added benefit of giving <<light Jerome>> the opportunity to reclaim his history. <<s Author>>How about... And hear me out here, we reverse the roles?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>We talk about slavery. We do our research on how our country was built at the hands of people whose freedom was taken away from them. But we reverse the parts. Jasmin and I are the slaves.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>Think about it. Jasmin and I dress up as if we were taken to auction, and our owners, you, is the gentleman who built this whole oppressive system.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Reparations?<</s>> <<s Author>>No, nothing like that. Simply a role reversal to show how odd the whole situation was and by doing so show how much we've progressed as a society.<</s>> I notice <<light Jerome>> is deep in thought, considering my idea. <<s Author>>What do you say, Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I say we go for it. Wouldn't be bad to have two slaves as sexy as you.<</s>> His laugh is contagious as I join in on the joke. <<s Author>>You can't afford this slave but we'll see! So we agree then? White slaves?<</s>> They nod as our decision as a group is made. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Embrace Jerome's Egypt idea as pharaoh and his wives">><<set $costumechoice to 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/jj-egypt.jpg">>I feel like we went a bit far from the original suggestion that <<light Jerome>> made, which is ancient Egypt after all. <<s Author>>Ancient Egypt is a good idea actually. Using it as an exposure to what happened on the humanitarian front could be a big plus, and we all know that Jerome would look amazing as a pharaoh.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I do have a royal complexity, that is true.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And we would go as his wives? Heck yeah count me in!<</s>> I can't help calling her out on it and making a joke out of the situation: <<s Author>>A bit too eager, are we?<</s>> The joke makes us all laugh. <<s Author>>So we agree then? Pharaoh and his wives?<</s>> They nod as our decision as a group is made. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Do something a bit more normal, like the 60s for example.">><<set $costumechoice to 3>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">>The whole topic of slavery, in all its controversy, makes me quite uneasy. I feel the need to move the conversation in a completely different direction. <<s Author>>If we want to do something easy and with loads of resources, we can go for like America in the 60s. Disco balls, music, dance, you know, fun stuff.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I mean it's not as hardcore as slavery...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Slavery was never meant to be hardcore, it was meant to oppress us. I'm in for the 60s.<</s>> I smile to myself as my contribution was heard and we were able to come up with something a bit more like me. <<light Jasmin>> being unhappy is just a plus. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<set $yaramessage to 2>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">> Having met <<light Jasmin>> earlier today, I knew she couldn't hide her excitement for what was coming during class. Apparently, her and <<light Jerome>> got to talking and already have started looking into design ideas for the clothes they want to create for the project. I was particularly happy with the idea we landed on, but today was all about researching <<if $costumechoice is 3>>60s fashion<<else>>Ancient Egypt and their customs<</if>> Class was pretty boring today as we spent it at the school library, looking for the books we needed for references and whatnot. <<if $costumechoice is 3>>It wasn't very easy finding what we needed from recent pop culture in the rows of books that they had available to us but we made it work for us.<<else>>We were able to find quite a decent amount of books and files that talked about Ancient Egypt and their customs. Apparently, whenever a pharaoh died in these times, they would bury his wives with him, alive or dead!<<if $costumechoice is 1>>Good thing we're dressed up as slaves, right?<<else>>At least they'd have lived a wealthy life before their untimely death, unlike slaves!<</if>><</if>> As our research brought along quite a few options to choose from for our exposition, I notice at a given point that both of my colleagues are missing, leaving me to drown alone in the books I have gathered. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Go look for them">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "classes/history-project/library-bbc.jpg" "A naughty sexcapade">> //I knew I'd be the one to work the most for our projects, but I never expected them to be this obvious about it!// Adventuring in the recesses of the library, in the direction I saw them headed in last, I slowly make my way towards what can only be described as moans. Risking a glance beyond a bookshelf, I see the two of them groping each other's bodies against the wall, <<light Jasmin>> pinned underneath <<light Jerome>>'s body. <<if $costumechoice is 1>><<s Jerome>>You little slut. Who's my slave?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I am! I am master!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And you're not the only one.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That prude? No way she'll be as into this as me.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Would you bet on it?<</s>><<elseif $costumechoice is 2>><<s Jerome>>Mmm you'll make a good wife.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh really?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yeah. And if you can't satisfy me, there's another wife who can<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll satisfy you alright!<</s>><<elseif $costumechoice is 3>><<s Jerome>>It's a shame the world is not as into sex anymore.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I think I can more than make it up for our failings as a race<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm sure you can girl. Although I wouldn't mind a taste of that other beauty on the team...<</s>> I blush at the offhand compliment. <</if>> Unable to handle the heavy conversation. I quietly made my way away from that dark corner of the library, deep in thought over what I just witnessed. Does <<light Jerome>> like me? //And did I want a taste of his chocolate?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I need to finish research first!">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//These two can do whatever they want, I have work that needs to be done.// At one point, the professor asks me about the rest of my team, and I cover for them telling her I sent them to get me another important manuscript. She nods, notices my intensive work, and walks away. This research is going to be very valuable for the presentation! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>><div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">> Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something both <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> were looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>>, you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Jerome was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"><<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money >= 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey $name you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on<<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Jerome was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"><<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div><</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> as partners for the clothing group project. Them being both boys, or at least male-presenting, they definitely were in need of my feminine guidance in a topic as deep as fashion and clothing, so I was sure to be an important mediator in our conversation, especially to get us on the right track. In class, we found each other and started our meeting. <<light Julio>> was quick to lead the conversation. <<s Julio>>I have always been at the lookout for the latest fashion trends and all the amazing advancements in fashion. You guys are lucky.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Julio>>What? Because I'm a man doesn't mean that I'm not artistic. Or is it because I'm black?<</s>> <<light Leo>>is startled and doesn't know what to say. Cutting the tension, <<light Julio>> laughs and pats him on the back. <<s Julio>>Aw man you should've seen your face! But fact of the matter remains, I'm certain I can do amazing things with both of y'all as my models<</s>> I'm impressed by <<light Julio>>'s candidness, and somewhat trust his vision. <<s Author>>That's great to hear. We need to come up with the topic of clothing though...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about something ancient? Like a culture with loads of history and background?<</s>> <<s Author>>What kind of culture are you suggesting?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Like Mayans?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Maybe, but I was thinking something more mediterranean... Greek or Roman...<</s>> <<s Julio>>Romans sound nice. Weren't they all white though?<</s>> I know that they had slaves in these times, but I'm not sure if these were POC or not, and wasn't ready to go there. <<light Leo>> on the other hand did not hesitate to clarify: <<s Leo>>There were a lot of people of color in their culture. The mediterranean is full of people from different backgrounds and ethnicities.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I'm getting convinced...<</s>> <<s Leo>>There was a difference between social classes, granted, but it wasn't as much about race as it was about ability and mental capacity.<</s>> <<s Julio>>How do you mean?<</s>> He seemed, as was I, genuinely interested in <<light Leo>>'s wisdom. <<s Leo>>Gladiators were all body no brain, while philosophers were all brain and no body. And women...<</s>>He looks at me.<<s Leo>>They were second class citizens.<</s>> <<s Julio>>These are a lot to work with. I don't know which path we could follow...<</s>> <<s Author>>Are we going to ignore the fact that women were treated as inferior?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Different times.<</s>> <<light Leo>> seems to nod along. <div id="choices">It was time to make a choice. <<if $athletics gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Let's all dress up as gladiators">><<set $costumechoice to 5>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>I was eager to show what little improvement I had made over my body, and so suggested we all dress up as fighting gladiators for our project. <<s Julio>>I'm all in for it, but you two need to work on your bodies a bit more in order for you to sell the idea.<</s>> I looked at myself, then at <<light Leo>>, and couldn't disagree with his statement. We both needed to <<dark "work out hard" "Raise Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> to 10 or higher by next week">>. <<s Julio>>If you can't make it happen, then maybe you both will have to settle for being second class citizens.<</s>> The implications of his statements are not lost on me as I look at my friend. Will he have what it takes to make it work? Maybe I'll need to help him get where he needs to be throughout the week? <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's all dress up as gladiators" "Athletics<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> lower than 5">><</if>> <<if $smarts >= 17>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Let's all dress up as philosophers">><<set $costumechoice to 6>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>I could really see us all pass as philosophers for the purposes of this exam, and wanted us to succeed in creating something. Philosophers in their white garbs must be easy to work with. <<s Julio>>I'm not sure there's much room for creation with this<</s>> I wanted to challenge him, and so chimed in: <<s Author>>What? The great fashion icon Julio doesn't know what to do with simple white garbs?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Alright missy, challenge accepted. We'll create the best white tunic anyone has ever seen.<</s>> <<light Leo>> is amused by this interaction, and happy with the choice. <<s Author>>It's settled then, we have ourselves a group of philosophers.<</s>> <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's all dress up as philosophers" "Smarts<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> lower than 17">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>We could each dress as one aspect of their society.">><<set $costumechoice to 7>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/lj-rome.jpg">>Why limit ourselves to one aspect of the society we intend to display? Why not go all in and portray all three aspects of the Roman Culture? <<s Leo>>I like that idea, that way we each fill in one side of the story.<</s>> <<s Julio>>And I get to create multiple designs for multiple types, I consider it to be a win!<</s>> <<s Author>>And I will be second class? Wait maybe we could...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Too late. Choice has been made!<</s>> The boys laugh at my expense, sharing the joke. <<light Julio>> gives me a knowing look, seems like he has something in mind and I have no clue what it is. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "classes/history-project/ancient-greece.jpg" "Ancient Greece">> <<if $costumechoice is 5 and $leoworkout is 3 and $athletics is 10>><<set $leomessage to 1>><div id="continue">Proud of the intensive week <<light Leo>> and I had meeting up for workouts, we were sure that we had what it takes to convince <<light Julio>> of our physical prowess for his created costumes. We were worthy of being gladiators. <<s Julio>>I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be ready in time for the session today, I was actually looking forward to having you dressed as servants or something<</s>> I pull out my tongue at the arrogant classmate. We had proven him wrong and it felt so good! We spent the rest of the class researching the greek culture, noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Walking out of class, I am approached by <<light Julio>>, who stops me in my tracks after making sure <<light Leo>> is not close. <<s Julio>>Hey $name . Are you sure that you and <<light Leo>> should dress up as gladiators? I mean sure, you're looking good and he's getting there, but don't you think that we could do more if not all of us were gladiators?<</s>> After today's research, I had started to agree that having all of us dress as gladiators might not be the best choice. However, in my workouts with <<light Leo>>, I could clearly see how the masculine costume would make him feel better about himself and his image... I was conflicted to say the least. <<s Author>>I am not entirely sure, Julio. This means a lot to Leo...<</s>> <<s Julio>>I know, there's no denying that... but I really think that there's more that can be done. You can't deny that you both would make sexier models for other things<</s>> His flattery might've fallen on deaf ears, but I knew there was some truth to it. We did look better than we did one week ago, healthier. <<s Julio>>Look, the choice is ultimately yours, but I hope you can talk to<<light Leo>>about it. We can make the final decision next week, and I'll be working on designs for all ideas either way.<</s>> Thoughtful at this recent encounter, I could see <<light Julio>>'s point of view. What will I tell <<light Leo>>? I could send him a message... <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 5>><<set $leomessage to 2>><<set $costumechoice to 7>><div id="continue">We were not ready. <<if $leoworkout lt 2>>I hadn't spent enough time with <<light Leo>> to prepare for the costumes we were supposed to wear.<</if>> <<if $athletics lt 10>>I myself was not in the required physical shape to make the costume work.<</if>> And <<light Julio>> could clearly see that. <<s Julio>>You cannot simply become athletic overnight, you know. But that's fine, there's always other stuff that we can do to create the right costumes for you. Come on, let's get to work.<</s>> We spent the rest of the class researching greek culture, noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. Maybe not dressing up as gladiators wouldn't be so bad after all... <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>Now that we've decided to each represent one aspect of Greek Culture, I believe we can do more than simply dress each according to their archetype.<</s>> <<s Author>>What's your plan?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. I don't feel good with you being dressed as a second class citizen...<</s>> I was stunned at the implications of what he was saying. <<s Author>>What, do you want to take my place?<</s>> <<s Julio>>No, that would be problematic. But I have too much respect for you to accept you taking that part.<</s>> It clicked for me what his intentions were. <<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Julio>>Anyway think about it. And send him a message to steer him in the right direction if you can.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 6>><<set $leomessage to 1>><div id="continue">Arriving in class today, I was looking forward to researching greek culture and understanding the depth of their philosophical research and ideologies. Something about seeing the effects of great researchers was intriguing and interesting to me as I started noticing how deep and intricate their culture was, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers. Leaving out so much felt a bit odd to me. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>I believe we can do more than simply all dress like philosophers.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. Show more of the culture that we clearly appreciate better today.<</s>> After today's research, I had started to agree that having all of us dress as philosophers might not be the best choice. However, <<light Leo>> was really into that idea... I was conflicted to say the least. <<s Author>>Leo is having a lot of fun with it. And I'm sure the professor will appreciate us taking an academic approach...<</s>> <<s Julio>>I know, there's no denying that... but I really think that there's more that can be done. You can't deny that you both would make sexier models for other things<</s>> His flattery might've fallen on deaf ears, but I knew there was some truth to it. At least on my side... <<s Julio>>Look, the choice is ultimately yours, but I hope you can talk to <<light Leo>> about it. We can make the final decision next week, and I'll be working on designs for all ideas either way.<</s>> Thoughtful at this recent encounter, I could see <<light Julio>>'s point of view. What will I tell <<light Leo>>? I could send him a message... <<link "Keep going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $costumechoice is 7>><<set $leomessage to 2>><div id="continue">Arriving in class today, I remembered <<light Julio>>'s complicit look the last time we decided to dress up as different characters from Greek Culture. Spending time with him today in preparation for the project, I kept looking for signs of what he plans, but he seemed quite secretive as we spent the rest of the class researching greek culture. Noticing how intricate it is and how deep its culture is, far beyond mere gladiators and philosophers, I felt like it was the right choice to show more than simply one side of the story. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>After leaving class, I was approached by <<light Julio>>, who seemed to have a plan prepared. <<s Julio>>I need your help with something.<</s>> I was listening. <<s Julio>>I believe we can do more than simply dress each according to their archetype.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I think we could switch it up a bit. I don't feel good with you being dressed as a second class citizen...<</s>> I was stunned at the implications of what he was saying. <<s Author>>What, do you want to take my place?<</s>> <<s Julio>>No, that would be problematic. But I have too much respect for you to accept you taking that part.<</s>> It clicked for me what his intentions were. <<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Julio>>Anyway think about it. And send him a message to steer him in the right direction if you can.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">><<set $yaramessage to 2>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>> <div id="continue">Arriving to class today, I immediately headed to meet <<light Julio>> and tell him about our final decision regarding the costumes we would be wearing. <<if $costumechoice is 5>>After all, dressing up together as a team, as gladiators, is the best decision. <<light Leo>> and I had worked so much to miss out on that. Despite his prior doubts about the idea, <<light Julio>> nodded and accepted our decision.<<elseif $costumechoice is 6>>Both <<light Leo>> and I were actually really interested in being philosophers, and all of us wearing matching outfits would be a great display as a final presentation. Despite his prior doubts about the idea, <<light Julio>> nodded and accepted our decision.<<elseif $costumechoice is 7>>With each of us dressed as one aspect of our society, we were in for a fun time preparing the costumes, <<light Julio>> happy to have a lot to work with.<</if>> Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes based on <<light Julio>>'s designs. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something <<light Julio>> was looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday.<</replace>><</link>> <<if $money >= 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div> <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Walking out of class, I am yet again approached by <<light Julio>>, who wants to talk. <<s Julio>>Hey $name wait up<</s>> I stop in my tracks, and he goes up to me. <<if $choicechange1 is 1>><<s Julio>>Thanks for convincing Leo of the change. This will pay off, I swear.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, it's all good.<</s>> He smiles, excited. I can see in his eyes ideas swirling in his mind. <<s Author>>Can I ask why you made your decision?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I intend to change the world with my designs. And if I need to start somewhere, it's here.<</s>> <<s Author>>Change the world? How?<</s>> <<s Julio>>You're not ready yet, but you'll see. We take it slow and soon enough all will be understood.<</s>> Thoughtful, he adds: <<s Julio>>But if you want, we can do something more in line with how I want to change the world? That way you can understand the change more?<</s>> <<s Author>>What exactly are you proposing?<</s>> <<s Julio>>We dress you both up as second class citizens. You and Leo, similar clothes. And the more you look like each other, the better.<</s>> <<s Author>>Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose?<</s>> <<s Julio>>On the contrary. Leo is born male. You both being dressed similarly would be a hit in representing Greek Culture... And my new world.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Agree with him">><<set $costumechoice to 9>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm intrigued... Alright count me in.<</s>> His smile is wide as we both continue down the corridor. //I don't know what I got myself into but I know it will be interesting to say the least.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better stay as we are">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'm not sure this is the right way to go... You already have Leo as second class. Let's stick to what we have.<</s>> He nods, understanding my position. I hear him shout me a goodbye as he heads down the hall. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $choicechange1 is 2>><<s Julio>>Thanks for convincing Leo of the change. I'm sure I'll be able to do great things with the design.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, it's all good.<</s>> We both walk in tandem down the corridor. He seems to want to add something, but isn't. I speak up. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I just think we can do more...<</s>> <<s Author>>What now?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Imagine the effect it would be if instead of you being the second-class citizen, Leo was that.<</s>> <<s Author>>But Leo would make a great philosopher?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I'm sure he would. But imagine if you were the philosopher. Better outcome. Imagine if he was the "slave". Shocking. Better outcome.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point...<</s>> <<s Julio>>So you'll do it? You'll talk to him for me?<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "Yes I will">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You want Leo to take that part.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Yes. Let's be honest, he's close enough as it is to that part, I think all he needs is a little push to get him there. And I believe you'd be great in steering him in the right direction.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see potential in him. And I see an accomplice in you.<</s>> //The way he looks at me in the eyes with that last sentence stirs something primal in me, but I can't quite grasp what it is...// <<s Author>>Alright. I'll do it. But I can't promise results.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's all I ask. Thank you.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I won't. Let's keep things the way they are.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I appreciate your efforts to create a great outcome. But I don't think I can help you with that.<</s>> He is visibly saddened by my reaction. <<s Julio>>I understand. I'll see what I can do.<</s>> <<link "Keep Going" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><<elseif $choicechange1 is 0>>I beat him to the conversation before he got the chance to talk. <<s Author>>Look, Julio, I tried. Leo simply didn't bite.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Hey hey no worries at all. I was actually coming over to say that there are no hard feelings between us. That's all.<</s>> I smile softly at him. That was sweet. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/history-project/history-project.jpg" "Month One - History Class Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I had chosen <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>> as partners for the clothing group project. Them being both close friends meant I was at a comfort in work and I knew they'd each bring an interesting idea to the table. We found each other and started our meeting. <<light Yara>> was quick to leading the conversation, a natural leader as always. <<s Yara>>You guys I am so excited to be doing this with you! The two smartest girls in the class!<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't be so hard on yourself, you've got brains too!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh definitely, I'm smarter than the both of you combined!<</s>> I laugh at the joke, but the way she said it so convincingly... Does she actually believe it? <<s Yara>>Anyway, what do you girls think we should be working on? It's gotta be something empowering.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well I'm already pretty sure the other groups will go for something historical, old, and a civilization not at all like ours.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can already see Leo wanting to talk about the Greeks.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That is why we'll do something futuristic?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No, the assignment is still tied to history.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Exactly. So we don't have to go all the way back.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's correct. We could look into something more recent.<</s>> <<s Yara>>The 60s then. Sex, drugs, freedom. There's a lot we can do.<</s>> I look at <<light Eva>>, seeing the hesitation on her face. The 60s is a good topic though... <div id="choices">The choice needed to be made whether or not I agree with that theme. <<link "60s it is!">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">> <<s Author>>The 60's sounds like a great idea. Count me in<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm not sure drugs is the rig-<</s>> <<light Yara>> is quick to cut her off, <<s Yara>>It's two to one! Decision has been made. Thanks <<print $name>> for agreeing with the leader.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh you're the leader?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Duh! Who else would be?<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "You're right, you are">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're right. You're the leader.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good. We're all on the same page. Right Eva?<</s>> <<light Eva>> nods in compliance as <<light Yara>> smiles. //She really has leadership qualities.// <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I thought we were a democracy">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I thought we were a democracy.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Democracies vote for their leader.<</s>> <<s Author>>We voted for your idea. Don't get ahead of yourself.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiles a bit at my position. I can't help but feel a tingle of joy for standing up for myself like that. <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Something else would be better">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg">> <<s Author>>Maybe we can explore something else instead?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I agree, something not tied to drugs and this kind of stuff might be-<</s>> <<light Yara>>cuts her off. <<s Yara>>Look you two, I appreciate your brains and everything, but you gotta go out of your shell sometimes. You might be smart in reading your books and getting grades, but you gotta start finding out how the world works. Our parents were born around the 60s, it's their culture, and it's how the world was at its peak. I'm sure these books of yours don't teach you that but it's the truth.<</s>> Some things she was saying were right. The rest... <<s Yara>>I don't care to argue with you and give you all the arguments in the world. Researching about this stage in time will do you good. Trust me.<</s>> There was no arguing <<light Yara>> when she was convinced of something, so we both decided to let it go. I also didn't want to be on her bad side. //The 60s might be a good idea after all...// <<link "Leave class" "Eric First Meeting">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id="continue"><center>~The 1960s was one of the most tumultuous and divisive decades in world history. The era was marked by the civil rights movement, the Vietnam War and antiwar protests, countercultural movements, political assassinations and the emerging "generation gap."~</center> Researching this decade among the books of the school library, <<light Eva>> and myself were diving in books trying to understand what made the decade so special and what costumes we could come up with for our project. <<light Yara>>, as usual, was guiding us through it, bringing us books to read and asking questions that none of us would've thought to ask <<s Yara>>Can you imagine how crazy these times were?<</s>> <<s Eva>>And unsafe...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah sure, because they weren't as educated.<br>I'm pretty sure if we redid the 60s now we'd do it 100 times better.<</s>> <<s Author>>It wouldn't be called the 60s anymore. It'd be the 20s.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Duh. What do you think I am, stupid?<</s>> <<light Eva>> and myself look at each other in understanding. <<s Yara>>Bitches one day I'll be hiring smart people to do my job for me. Now that's real brains.<</s>> //Can't argue with that.// <<s Yara>>So do we have a clothing theme?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well according to these books the 60s were marked with a theme of counterculture. Breaking the norms and dressing differently. That's why their clothing was over the top and colorful.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So we could do something along these lines, make sure we break the norms and by doing so create something people will really appreciate.<</s>> <<s Author>>That sounds like a plan. But what exactly?<</s>> The ringing bell stops us from discussing things further. I guess we will have to let the decision go till next time... <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "classes/history-project/ye-hippie.jpg" "A side conversation">> As I walk down the corridor leading to the main hall of the school, I am interrupted by <<light Yara>> who holds my hand. <<s Yara>>I have an idea on what we can do, but I need your help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure, what is it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I think we should be pimps and prostitutes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you serious? You want us to dress like prostitutes?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Nothing of the sort. I want to dress Eva up like one, and us her pimps.<</s>> <<s Author>>What's the meaning of this?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Think about it. It perfectly represents the idea of freedom, of sexuality, and of what that decade was all about.<br>It is also empowering that we are female pimps!<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know if it's the right choice...<</s>> <<s Yara>>You don't have to make your decision right now, but trust me when I say that this idea will be revolutionary and will get us a high grade.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll think about it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Talk to Eva, send her a message or something, and I'll meet you next monday to get your news.<</s>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><<set $evamessage to 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<set $costumemeeting1 to true>><<picmid "classes/history-project/fashion-payment-background.jpg">> <div id="continue">Today was our final meeting before the presentation, and we still had to work on our costumes. Following last week's events and my texting with <<light Eva>>, we had finally settled on <<if $costumechoice is 3>>dressing up as hippies from the 60s<<elseif $costumechoice is 4>>dressing up as adventurous harlots and pimps of the time<</if>>. We had decided we'd make the choice of material this session, then meet up during the weekend to fix the costumes. At the end of the day, it all came down to whether or not we could afford a large quantity of material or not, or even if we wanted to. Less material meant we had to show some skin, and that was something <<light Yara>> was really looking forward to. The choice was ultimately mine on whether or not I wanted to invest money in more decent clothes. <div id="choices"><<link "Don't pay more than I need to">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<set $clothingprice to false>><<replace "#choices">>//Why bother paying for something I will only wear once? Plus showing some skin isn't that bad, right?// Choosing to forego payment, I accept the fact that we will be wearing skimpy clothes, a more accurate representation of the times we're portraying. Excited for the work on the costumes which we had already started, I was looking forward to finishing them up on Sunday. <<link "continue">><<if $leoavoid is false>><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>> you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Yara was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"> <<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><<else>><<goto "School">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $money gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Pay for better clothing">><<less "money" 25>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $clothingprice to true>><<replace "#choices">>//We're a high school. Wearing costumes that show skin will be against our morals.// I decide to put in a large sum of my own money to make sure we can afford an actual costume, and not a fake reason to be naughty or whatever these two want to believe. I hope I can stay on that choice on Sunday, when we finalize our costumes. <<link "continue">><<if $leoavoid is false>><<replace "#continue">><<pic Julio>><</pic>> Leaving class while thinking of my project, I am approached by <<light Julio>>. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>> you got a moment?<</s>> I stop, facing the guy. He's the one on <<light Leo>>'s group for this project. <<s Author>>Everything okay?<</s>> <<s Julio>>All great! I'm excited to see what you'll do with your project, Yara was telling me about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh thanks!<</s>> <<s Julio>>I wanted to ask you for a favor in my own project.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can I help you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I am trying to convince Leo of changing a bit in the project and dressing up as a second class citizen. The designs for those are much more interesting than the dull white garbs that philosophers wear. Which is what he wants... Think you can convince him otherwise?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Leo really likes his philosophy.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Of that I'm sure. I just think I can do more, and I know you'd be the right push. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="leochoice"> <<link "Agree to help">><<set $leomessage to 2>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>Alright, I'll send him a message and see what I can do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Thank you! You'll see, it'll be amazing!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Decline his request">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#leochoice">><<s Author>>I'm not sure I want to change his mind. It's not worth it.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I see. Thanks anyway.<</s>> Walking away dejected, I'm worried if I made the right choice not joining their group in the first place. <<light Leo>> must feel pressured... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><<else>><<goto "School">><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay for better clothing" "I can't afford it">><</if>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s Samuel>>Come on! You heard the professor, we need something that will rack in listeners, something people can relate to!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Half the grade is on the music itself, do you really want to create something cheap?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Why would it be cheap? There's obvious artistic value to pop song, and there definitely could be something beautiful to come out of it! <<print $name>>, come on, back me up here!<</s>> Yet again, the tension was palpable, and I felt lucky – and equally unlucky – to be there to cool things off. While <<light Eric>> wants to create something instrumental and artistically appealing, almost orchestral (which would be a huge undertaking), <<light Samuel>> was more convinced that creating a pop song would bring in more listeners, and therefore better grades. They both had a point in what they were proposing, the question simply was what we were willing to prioritize for our performances. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Let's go with Eric's idea">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 4>><<replace "#choices">> More convinced with the artistic approach to such a project, I gave my point of view regarding the debate: <<s Author>>Honestly Samuel I am more convinced by what Eric is proposing, I feel we can always bring in listeners no matter the song, but need to fulfill the assignment's requirement most of all.<</s>> <<light Eric>> smiled, happy with my support of his idea, while <<light Samuel>> begrudgingly accepted our standpoint. //Seems like we'll be doing something artistic and orchestral for the project!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Samuel's idea is more logical">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 3>><<replace "#choices">>Despite <<light Eric>>'s excitement about the prospects of the project, I didn't feel confident in what he had to offer, especially since his main instrument was the flute. <<s Author>>Samuel is right, we can do something of value that also fulfills the commercial part of the grade. I am all for the creation of something pop-like.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> smugly smiled at my support, winking at me when I turned to look at him. <<light Eric>> begrudgingly accepted the direction with which we were taking the project. //Seems like we'll be creating a pop commercial song!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 3>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a commercial pop song for our music project, hoping to get higher points by collecting more listeners. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: A rhythm so diverse, it's the city's symphony, Where melodies entwine, in perfect harmony. Our differences, a symphony of grace, In the city's embrace, finding our <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'crowd'>><<set _lyric1 to "crowd">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'place'>><<set _lyric1 to "place">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'house'>><<set _lyric1 to "house">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>. From the concrete jungles to the neon lights, See, we're like colors on a <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'wall'>><<set _lyric2 to "wall">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'melody'>><<set _lyric2 to "melody">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'canvas'>><<set _lyric2 to "canvas">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, breaking through the nights. In the mix of these rhymes, the city's romance, It's the art of acceptance, in this cosmic dance. We're the poets of the pavement, the <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'graffiti'>><<set _lyric3 to "graffiti">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'jizz'>><<set _lyric3 to "jizz">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'drawings'>><<set _lyric3 to "drawings">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> on the walls, Where every line speaks, where every echo calls. In the beats and the flow, our colors transcend, In the heart of the city, where boundaries bend. <<link "Continue">><<if _lyric1 is "place">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "canvas">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "graffiti">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 4>> As <<light Eric>> spent this session working on arranging the music and trying to find the best way to create his song, <<light Samuel>> and I were kind of left on the backburner, observers of him doing his work. <<light Samuel>> saw in this an opportunity to get to know me better: <<s Samuel>>Well, we gave him what he wanted. He's working, and what do we do?<</s>> <<s Author>>Aren't you glad to have someone else do your work for you?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Sure, but I'm getting bored.<</s>> <<s Author>>Am I not entertainment enough for you?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Listening to a dude play his flute while looking at something I cannot touch isn't my best idea of entertainment honestly.<</s>> Was he really suggesting that? I raise an eyebrow and move closer to him. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Maybe if I had you in my arms then I'd find some entertainment in spending a whole hour doing nothing, but we both know you're too shy for that.<</s>> I was feeling offended, weirdly. <<s Author>>Hold up, who told you that?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>There are rumors.<</s>> Rumors about me being a prude? I had a decision to make regarding that! <div id="choices"><<if $corruption > 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Show him I'm no prude">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had to prove these people wrong, whoever they were, and that was starting with <<light Samuel>>. Making the decision, I meekly take my seat next to him as he immediately placed his hand around me and on my thigh. A rush of excitement immediately made its way across my body all the way to my heating chest. This was hot. <<s Samuel>>Well… It seems like I might be wrong after all…<</s>> Smiling at me, he starts tracing his agile fingers across my leg, playfully reaching upwards. The feeling had its immediate desired impact on me, as the whole taboo aspect of it all was clearly taking its toll on my brain. I was feeling hot and bothered and was effectively playing into his hand… Literally! It was at this moment that <<light Eric>>moved away from the laptop on which he was working and saw us both in our compromising positions. I had the choice on how I'd react to the situation I had found myself in, and the choice needed to be made quickly. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Entice Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 3>><<replace "#choices2">>Not knowing what took over me, partly because I wanted to further prove myself to <<light Samuel>> and partly because I reveled in the fact that we now had an audience, I moved to sit on my colleague's lap, allowing him the pleasure of enjoying my shapely rear, as I addressed my other friend: <<s Author>>Oh Eric! How's the progress?<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's going well… Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, yes! Come on though, you better finish fast if you want the same treatment.<</s>> Stunned, <<light Eric>>'s mouth fell a bit agape as he looked at me in such a compromising position, and I could see his mind going wild with the possibility of sharing that position with me himself. He turned to immediately get to work. <<s Samuel>>Seems like the rumor is totally false! You offered yourself to even him!<</s>> The insulting tone was not lost on me, but I still revelled in the fact that I was able to prove him wrong and tease <<light Eric>> all at once. I decided to play along with his mockery: <<s Author>>Oh no don't worry. That was all for the grade. I could never allow myself to do that with him.<</s>> //There was something seriously hot with denying <<light Eric>> like that in front of someone else.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Wait for Samuel to act">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to make a decision, I let the moment pass before <<light Samuel>> decided to push the limit and get his hand all the way in to my inner thigh. Gasping at the possessive move, I failed to stifle an elicit moan in front of my stunned colleague. <<s Samuel>>Eric boy! How's the progress going?<</s>> I bit my lip as <<light Samuel>> casually addressed our friend, all the while playing with my body as he liked. <<s Eric>>Eum.. Good. Good… Sorry I'm interrupting.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>You kind of are, but that's okay. How about you go continue with the project, can you?<</s>> Startled, the wimpy <<light Eric>> acquiesced. <<s Eric>>Myes. Yes sorry.<</s>> As he turned back to his laptop and continued with his song, <<light Samuel>> leaned closer to me. <<s Samuel>>I like my bitches submissive. Good girl.<</s>> I could stop my moan from escaping my mouth as his hand drifted slowly further up. //This is beyond hot!// Fortunately (or not), the professor decided to check up on our progress at that moment as we reluctantly moved apart and answered his questions. The mood was ruined but the flame was lit. <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'>Move away">><<less "open" 1>><<add "lyric" 2>><<replace "#choices2">> Feeling vulnerable and very much put on the spot, I decided to move away from my colleague's side as he gave a small snicker. <<s Samuel>>So Eric, how's it looking?<</s>> Immediately ignoring what he just saw, <<light Eric>> jumped at the occasion to share his recent developments with our song. He had everything under control, and it was looking good! As he turned back to put his finishing touches, <<light Samuel>> turned towards me: <<s Samuel>>You'll need more than that to disprove those rumors girl.<</s>> //I put myself on the line like that… For nothing.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to push my prudish limits">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "lyric" 2>><<replace "#choices">> I had to prove these people wrong, whoever they were, and that was starting with <<light Samuel>>. Making the decision, I meekly take my seat next to him as he immediately placed his hand around me and on my thigh. A rush of excitement immediately made its way across my body all the way to my heating chest. This was hot. <<s Samuel>>Well… It seems like I might be wrong after all…<</s>> Smiling at me, he starts tracing his agile fingers across my leg, playfully reaching upwards. The feeling had its immediate desired impact on me, as the whole taboo aspect of it all was clearly taking its toll on my brain. I was feeling hot and bothered and was effectively playing into his hand… Literally! It was at this moment that <<light Eric>> moved away from the laptop on which he was working and saw us both in our compromising positions. Feeling vulnerable and very much put on the spot, I decided to move away from my colleague's side as he gave a small snicker. <<s Samuel>>So Eric, how's it looking?<</s>> Immediately ignoring what he just saw, <<light Eric>> jumped at the occasion to share his recent developments with our song. He had everything under control, and it was looking good! As he turned back to put his finishing touches, <<light Samuel>> turned towards me: <<s Samuel>>You'll need more than that to disprove those rumors girl.<</s>> //I put myself on the line like that… For nothing.// <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Admit you find it hard to be physically intimate">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to disappoint him but feeling myself unable to prove the rumors wrong, I softly take a nearby seat as I address him: <<s Author>>Honestly I don't know about these rumors, but I know I haven't had the most experience… Physically speaking.<</s>> Startled by my sudden candor, <<light Samuel>> immediately changed tact. <<s Samuel>>Hey that's okay, I guess. Not everything is made for a life of adventure and excitement.<</s>> Despite his genuine comment, I could feel his disappointment at not quite receiving what he was after. Us sitting idle was also made apparent to the passing by professor, who caught us talking about nonsense for the next hour. <<link "Continue" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>> Now that the lyrics and music were done with, we needed something more to really sell our idea to a large audience, and <<light Eric>> already had something in mind. <<s Eric>>I was thinking maybe it would be best to film sort of a video clip of our song, something that we could use on social media to promote our song.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>That's a great idea. I suggest we shoot it on Sunday, what do you think?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't mind it!<</s>> All ready and set up, <<light Eric>> promised us he would remind us of the project Sunday morning. I was looking forward to what we could create! <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $ericmessagepre to 2>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>> <<light Eric>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I were watching the video that we had filmed yesterday. There was something oddly enticing about the way everything was looking, but it felt like something more was needed. We were all brainstorming about different ideas, and how to implement them, knowing that we only had a week left for us to present. <<s Samuel>>I think we could try and edit this a bit differently.<</s>> Suggested <<light Samuel>>. <<s Eric>>I don't know, maybe we should try and talk to people instead; entice them with door-to-door marketing.<</s>> Countered <<light Eric>>. They both had very valid ideas, but at the end of the day I had to make the decision. <div id="choices"><<if $money gte 40>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Invest in boosting">><<less "money" 40>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really pull off something of value, I decided to invest some of my own money in boosting the song, thus gathering even more views and listens on it for the upcoming week. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Invest in Boosting" "Money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'> lower than 40">><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 15>><<link "Create a killer edit">><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Using my knowledge in social media trends and video editing, I decide to take over in editing the video and really give it the artistic push it needs to get it to where it needs to be. The outcome is a very well edited piece of media that I am sure will gather loads of traffic. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Create a killer edit" "Media Savvy<img src='images/icons/media.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "I don't really know what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Unable to come up with an adequate strategy, I am at a loss of options. I guess we'll have to leave it where it is, maybe we can do something more during the upcoming week… <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>A choice had to be made regarding what kind of song we wanted to create for this project, knowing we all had an obvious disadvantage compared to other groups. <<s Leo>>Honestly I think whatever we choose would work, so long as we don't drift too far away from the song we're choosing to copy, right?<</s>> While we all agreed that we could always adapt an already-existing musical song, we still needed to choose what the theme of our song would be and how we would be working on it: <<s Eva>>I don't really know what I wanna say with our song honestly.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I agree, I don't know what they really expect from us…<</s>> <<s Author>>Is it really about following expectations?<</s>> <<light Leo>> was quick to answer me: <<s Leo>>No, no… It's just easier to just go with the flow and follow what they expect, makes the whole thing easier you know…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey we could do a song about that!<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was excited to be sharing her idea with us. <<s Eva>>We can write a song about conforming to societal standards and expectations, following the law and how beneficial it would be for us. Musicals have never done that!<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's actually not such a bad idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>Is this really what we want to say?<</s>> I was hesitant. <<s Leo>>Why not?<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't you want to celebrate your individuality? What makes you different?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Sure, everyone is special, but it would be a great social commentary to write a song that somehow doesn't work but still does? There's already too many songs about being special, different.<</s>> <<light Leo>> jumped at the occasion to give an example: <<s Leo>>You don't know - O o!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to join him: <<s Eva>>You don't know you're beautiful<</s>> <<s Leo>>You don't know you're beautiful<</s>> Laughing together, we took a breather before our decision needed to be made. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Convince them of my idea">><<add "subdom" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 1>><<replace "#choices">>And I was still convinced that my idea would be the best suited for what we were intending to make. <<s Author>>Individuality would not only work as far as songwriting goes, but it would also be an amazing way for us to bring in a wider audience, it makes everything easier.<</s>> <<s Leo>>And we already have quite a challenge waiting for us too..<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true…<</s>> I was happy they were seeing things my way: <<s Author>>So what do you guys think?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I am in, so long as the message can be made clear and we don't fall in the cliche.<</s>> <<s Author>>How could we? We have you!<</s>> We both turned to <<light Eva>> <<s Eva>>What the hell, I'm in too.<</s>> Cheering, <<light Leo>> and I celebrated the decision. We had a lot of work waiting for us next week! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Try to find common ground">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 2>><<replace "#choices">>While I was hesitant to follow their idea, I still wanted us all to be on the same page when it came to expectations. <<s Author>>I'm just not sure how you guys intend to make this idea fly honestly…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't you trust us?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do, but I don't understand what that has to do with the project.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well look at us three: We're so unique we almost don't have a place in other locations.<</s>> <<s Leo>>As much as I hate to admit it, Eva is right. You've always called me a social butterfly.<</s>> <<light Eva>> turned to <<light Leo>> and held his hand: <<s Eva>> You float beautifully but at the end of the day you don't really know where things are going to take you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly, I don't have a destination, I feel like always being in the air you know, untethered.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you'd rather conform? Be one of the masses?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It would be much easier to simply be like others. Be who I'm supposed to be instead of just an idea of what I can be…<</s>> <<s Eva>>That sounds beautiful I'm going to write it down!<</s>> Smiling, I couldn't deny that <<light Leo>> was pretty convincing in what he was saying. <<s Author>>I think I see your point…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Awesome!<</s>> Happy that I'm joining them with their idea, we all decided that we'd be writing the lyrics next time. I was looking forward to it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Go with their idea">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $musicchoice to 2>><<replace "#choices">>Oddly enough, I felt reassured being on the same team with both of them, and decided to throw caution to the wind. <<s Author>>You know what… I think we can come up with something good regardless of what we're doing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes we've got this! We have you two awesome brainiacs!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't sell yourself short Leo, you have the right stuff too!<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to see us all working together as a team, although I felt like I caved in a bit too early… Hopefully we can sell the idea to a wider audience… Next monday, we'll be writing the lyrics. Maybe that would aid us in doing something good. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 1>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a song that celebrates our uniqueness and pushes people to embrace themselves. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: <center> (Verse 1) In the mirror's gaze, <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'doubts'>><<set _lyric1 to "doubts">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'ideas'>><<set _lyric1 to "ideas">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'asses'>><<set _lyric1 to "asses">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> appear, Reflections of flaws, oh, so clear. But the beauty within, it's yet to shine, Embrace your heart, let your soul entwine. (Chorus) You're a canvas of <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'stupidity'>><<set _lyric2 to "stupidity">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'stars'>><<set _lyric2 to "stars">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'paint'>><<set _lyric2 to "paint">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, a masterpiece untold, Embrace your flaws, let your story unfold. In your uniqueness, find your strength, Self-acceptance, it goes the length. (Verse 2) Society's standards, they <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'create'>><<set _lyric3 to "create">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'destroy'>><<set _lyric3 to "destroy">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'paint'>><<set _lyric3 to "paint">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> the norm, But your true colors, they're not the storm. Each scar, each curve, part of your song, Embrace your melody, where you belong. </center> <<link "Continue">> <<if _lyric1 is "doubts">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "stars">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "paint">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "continue" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice is 2>> <div id="song">Last week, we had chosen to go for a song that is more of a social commentary, aiming to explain to people how sometimes it is easier to follow the wave than fight against it. Having already chosen our musical arrangement, we now had to write the lyrics for our song, and I was given the final say in a few lyrical decisions: Certainly, here's a different take that celebrates conforming to standards: <center> (Verse 1) Trying to blend in, hide in the <div id="lyric1"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'crowd'>><<set _lyric1 to "crowd">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'bushes'>><<set _lyric1 to "bushes">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'house'>><<set _lyric1 to "house">><<replace "#lyric1">>_lyric1<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>, Every step measured; every word vowed. A puzzle piece, seeking its place, Wishing to belong, longing for grace. (Chorus) Oh, the dance to fit in, the <div id="lyric2"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'story'>><<set _lyric2 to "story">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'melody'>><<set _lyric2 to "melody">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'baby'>><<set _lyric2 to "baby">><<replace "#lyric2">>_lyric2<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> unknown, Lost in the rhythm, searching for home. Yearning for acceptance, a place to begin, In the pursuit of belonging, where do I fit in? (Verse 1) In the sea of faces, I found my place, Following lines, embracing the race. No need for hues, I'm part of the scheme, In this grand design, I live the <div id="lyric3"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">----</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'penis'>><<set _lyric3 to "penis">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'style'>><<set _lyric3 to "style">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'dream'>><<set _lyric3 to "dream">><<replace "#lyric3">>_lyric3<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div>. </center> <<link "Continue">> <<if _lyric1 is "crowd">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric2 is "melody">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<if _lyric3 is "dream">><<add "lyric" 1>><</if>><<replace "#song">>Confirming my lyrical choices, I shared with my teammates my decisions and received their approval. <<if $lyric is 3>>Turns out I created the perfect lyrical choices, which not only would positively impact our grades, but also help us bring in a bigger audience regardless of whatever strategy we choose to follow.<<elseif $lyric > 0>>Despite a few lyrical mistakes, we had come up with a great song that holds decent artistic value. I was looking forward to the attention we might get with the proper advertising strategy.<<else>>It seems like I made mistakes on every turn, creating a song with no real artistic value. Maybe we'll make up for it in marketing and gather a wider audience?<</if>> <<link "continue" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>> Lyrics and music done with, we needed something more to really sell our idea to a large audience. <<s Eva>>I was thinking maybe it would be best to film sort of a video clip of our song, something that we could use on social media to promote our song.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's a great idea. I suggest we shoot it on Sunday, what do you think?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't mind it!<</s>> All ready and set up, <<light Eva>> promised us she would remind us of the project Sunday morning. I was looking forward to what we could create! <<link "Continue" "School">><<set $evamessagepre to 2>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>> <<if $yaramessagepre is 3 and $yaramessage is 0>><<set $yaramessage to 3>><</if>> The vibes were immaculate between us three on this Monday morning. //I know, odd for a monday right?// <<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I were watching the video that we had filmed yesterday. There was something oddly enticing about the way everything was looking, but it felt like something more was needed. We were all brainstorming about different ideas, and how to implement them, knowing that we only had a week left for us to present. <<s Leo>>I think we could try and edit this a bit differently.<</s>> Suggested <<light Leo>>. <<s Eva>>I don't know, maybe we should try and talk to people instead; entice them with door-to-door marketing.<</s>> Countered <<light Eva>>. They both had very valid ideas, but at the end of the day I had to make the decision. <div id="choices"><<if $money gte 40>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Invest in boosting">><<less "money" 40>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really pull off something of value, I decided to invest some of my own money in boosting the song, thus gathering even more views and listens on it for the upcoming week. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Invest in Boosting" "Money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'> lower than 40">><</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 15>><<link "Create a killer edit">><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Using my knowledge in social media trends and video editing, I decide to take over in editing the video and really give it the artistic push it needs to get it to where it needs to be. The outcome is a very well edited piece of media that I am sure will gather loads of traffic. I'm certain this will have a positive impact, but might want to do something more during the week to help boost it even more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Create a killer edit" "Media Savvy <img src='images/icons/media.png'> lower than 15">><</if>> <<link "I don't really know what to do">><<replace "#choices">>Unable to come up with an adequate strategy, I am at a loss of options. I guess we'll have to leave it where it is, maybe we can do something more during the upcoming week… <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

/*Second month: music styles and creation. Options:Eva and Leo want to write something personal. (embracing yourselves or fitting into society's vision of us, both can be twisted to influence them a certain way) Samuel and Eric each have their own idea on what to write; while Samuel wants to write a commercial pop song, Eric wants to showcase his musical prowess and create something more artistic (cucking potential and turning him down) musicchoice Options: 1-Embracing ourselves 2-Fitting in 3-Comercial Pop 4-Orchestral Symphonia All options will have the chance to sell the song using sexual appeal on social media (or buy followers)*/ <<pichead "classes/music-project/music-project.jpg" "Month 2 - Music Project">><<if visited(passage()) lte 3>> <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<goto "EvaLeo Group">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<goto "EricSamuel Group">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><div id="choices">This month's project was tied to the music class, and we had to research a certain music style and create a song that respects its rules. The song that receives the most listens by the end of the month would be the one to receive the best grade. <<s professor>>There is also another half of the grade on how well this song represents the style you have chosen, whether in its lyrics or otherwise.<</s>> I was excited about the prospect of this project but did not know which team I intended to join for this month. My friendship with all of them was solid enough that I know they would immediately take me in. <<light Yara>> went up to talk to me: <<s Yara>>Have you given any thought to which team you intend to join?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly, I have no idea.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well I'd like to be with Eva, but if you're choosing her team then I'll maybe join Jasmin and Angela in their own video.<</s>> The choice was mine on which team to choose, whether it is: <<link "Eva and Leo">><<set $group2 to "Eva and Leo">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I have chosen to join <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> for this month's project. <<if $group1 is "Julio and Leo">>I have already worked with <<light Leo>> last month and was looking forward to join him in another project.<<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">> I have already worked with <<light Eva>> last month and was looking forward to join her in another project.<<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">>I hadn't joined either of them in last month's project and was looking forward to working with them both this time around.<</if>> There was a lot of work waiting for us as we sat down to talk about what we will be doing, and a huge problem became immediately apparent: <<s Author>>Wait neither of you knows how to write music?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I know my way with words.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes but we need more than just words to make music there's like notes and stuff no?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's fine I guess… We can always improvise and adapt stuff that are already there.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true. Come on it shouldn't be that hard!<</s>> Despite my hesitation, I still held a strong demeanor and was looking forward to working with them both. We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EvaLeo Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>, my two close friends with matching sweet personalities; <<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Eva's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<dark "❗Warning❗" "You've toggled Leo's content off. We recommend not choosing this option.">><</if>> or <<link "Eric and Samuel">><<set $group2 to "Eric and Samuel">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I have chosen to join <<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>> for this month's project. Not having either of them taking the history class, I hadn't had the opportunity to work with them before and was really looking forward to it! Their clashing personalities was made immediately apparent as soon as we started talking about the project at hand: <<s Author>>How come both of you are together?<</s>> <<s Eric>>We're kind of outsiders, new students and all…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Talk for yourself. I was going to be with Jerome and Julio in their group.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Why haven't you joined them then?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to be on the same group with <<print $name>> here.<</s>> Flattered by his comment, I smiled. <<s Author>>Well either way, it's nice having both of you with me on the team. I know we'll do something good.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Do either of you play any instruments?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I play the flute<</s>> We both turn towards <<light Eric>>, somewhat startled by this new revelation. <<s Eric>>My mom got me into it when I was young, what can I say.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Hey no judgment man, you like to blow stuff it's fine.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png' ><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Laugh at the joke">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to stop myself, I laugh at the joke <<light Samuel>> made at <<light Eric>>'s expense. The homosexual undertones and the way he reacts to the statement make me laugh even more. Despite being initially hurt, <<light Eric>> ends up laughing along after he sees my positive reaction. <<s Eric>>Don't go asking me to blow other instruments though!<</s>> //He could work on his repartees more…// We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Smile at the joke, reassure Eric">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>The joke was quite funny and I give a small shuckle, but quickly use the lull in the conversation to reassure my friend: <<s Author>>That's great though! We can use that to our advantage in the creation of the song.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Or not… I don't know if a flute is really the instrument to go with…<</s>> He was right, but I wasn't about to shut <<light Eric>> down so harshly. We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Hit Samuel on the shoulder. That wasn't funny.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Giving <<light Samuel>> a small nudge on the shoulder, I reprimand him: <<s Author>>Honestly Samuel that's not funny.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Hey don't mind me trying to lighten the mood!<</s>> His joke might've been good natured, but I didn't want to create any tension in the group, we were about to spend a whole month together. However, noticing how <<light Samuel>> took my reaction to heart somewhat convinced me I made the wrong decision. //Whatever, <<light Eric>> was giving me an acknowledging look.// We still needed to choose what music style we'd be following, as half our grade counted on that. <<link "Let's start working!" "EricSamuel Group">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>>, polar opposites in almost every way and both new to school. <<dark "❗Content Warning❗" "Some choices could lead to NTR content.">> //Just like last month, I knew whichever team I would be joining I'd be stuck with for the rest of the month, and the other teams will be progressing and creating their own projects, effectively shaping its members without my influence. <<light Yara>> wanting to be on the same team with <<light Eva>> also somewhat betrayed that she had certain intentions towards my friend.//</div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>> Presentation Time! The whole class was gathered to see which team received the most listens and receive the professor's input on our songs. <<if $musicchoice is 1>><<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I had written a song about embracing ourselves, a lyrical theatrical interpretation of self-acceptance and growth.<<elseif $musicchoice is 2>>Conforming to our society and following the common path is the theme of the song we chose for ourselves for this project, <<light Eva>>, <<light Leo>>, and I. We were excited to share our creation with the class.<<elseif $musicchoice is 3>>Following <<light Samuel>>'s lead, we had decided to create a commercial hip hop song that was sure to bring in a wide audience in our promotional campaign. We still needed to see if the professor liked our lyrical choices.<<elseif $musicchoice is 4>><<light Eric>> had convinced us to trust in his musical capabilities in creating an instrumental score, and it was now time for us to know if we hit the mark or missed entirely.<</if>> <<if $lyric is 0>>The professor, having listened to our music, preferred not to comment on our performance as he didn't want to hurt our feelings. Seems like we completely butchered our attempt at a song! Our grade is sure to really hurt because of it.<<elseif $lyric is 1>>Despite our best efforts, our song still left a bit to hope for as we presented it to the class, the professor pointing out a few times where we could've made better decisions.<<elseif $lyric is 2>>We had made a valiant effort, our song working really well despite a few mistakes here and there. The outcome of it made our professor exhibit clear signs of appreciation, which really raised our spirit.<<elseif $lyric is 3>>Our professor, speechless after having listened to our song, praised us for our musical ears, calling our creation near-perfect. Our grade is sure to be extremely positive because of this!<</if>> <<if $audience is 0>>Our movie clip barely collected a couple of views on the web, a completely butchered attempt at collecting needed additional marks. This alone will cost us deeply for our final grade.<<elseif $audience is 1>>A decent attempt at a music video, we were able to gather an okay audience in the time we had to do so. Maybe we could've done more? Either way it should hopefully be good enough for our grade...<<elseif $audience is 2>>We ranked quite high in our attempt at gathering a wide audience for our song. Our strategy worked for us, but maybe we could have done more?<<elseif $audience is 3>>We were really close to being at the top of the class in our viewership numbers, a great campaign that probably needed just a bit more to really shine. Our grade will be sure to reflect such a success.<<elseif $audience gte 4>>Top of our class with viewership numbers, our song collected a lot of praise from even our classmates who really enjoyed watching its music video. I was proud of the outcome of such a project, and was basking in the attention. <<add "reputation" 1>><</if>> All in all, as the professor calculated our grade, I <<linkreplace "saw how it changed my final grade.">><<set _gradeadd to Number($audience * $lyric)>><<add "grade" _gradeadd>>saw how it changed my final grade. <<if _gradeadd is 0>>Whether it was our lyrics or our audience retention, our grade suffered deeply from our performance, and I couldn't improve my total grade at school. It was unfortunate, but it is what it is I guess. As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>We were all quite dejected at the normal final outcome of the grade, despite our hopes of it being better than what we had. <<s Leo>>That was an embarrasment...<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s comment had an immediate effect on <<light Eva>>, who started crying out. <<s Eva>>It just was really hard, you know... I know none of us are musical but still.<</s>> Her sobs getting the best of her, she decides to take her leave, needing space. <<s Eva>>I'll be fine, don't worry about me.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know how we could have done better.<</s>> Saddened by the outcome, I try to console my friend briefly, before heading in my own direction.<<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">>A disappointed <<light Samuel>> approached us, vocal with his anger. <<s Samuel>>That stupid professor wouldn't know good music even if it stared him in the face!<</s>> <<s Author>>We tried, we failed. Shit happens.<</s>> The tension palpable, we each decide to go our seperate way, <<light Eric>> equally hurt yet less vocal.<</if>><<elseif _gradeadd lte 5>>A valiant effort, we had managed to collect a good grade, adding <<print _gradeadd>> to my overall school score. As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>We were all quite dejected at the normal final outcome of the grade, despite our hopes of it being better than what we had. <<s Leo>>Hey it's okay! We'll do better in the next one!<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s optimism wasn't as contagious as he had hoped, as <<light Eva>> replied: <<s Eva>>It just was really hard, you know... I know none of us are musical but still.<</s>> <<s Leo>>There's always a chance to turn things around, don't worry.<</s>> Saddened by the outcome, we each go our seperate way, hoping to do better next time. <<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<s Samuel>>Can't help but feel we should've gotten a better grade. This professor doesn't know quality music.<</s>> <<s Eric>>We did well, but we could've done better honestly.<</s>> <<light Samuel>>, ever the aggressive person that he is, replied to <<light Eric>>'s comment. <<s Samuel>>Well why didn't you? Aren't you the musician here?<</s>> Wanting to ease the tension, I interject. <<s Author>>Hey! We all did our best! We'll do better in the next one come on.<</s>> We decide to seperate, each headed in our own way.<</if>><<elseif _gradeadd gt 5>>A great performance, my overall grade saw a huge improvement, as it benefited from a <<print _gradeadd>> point jump! As we finished the class, I decided to gather with my teammates one last time. <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo">>A radiant <<light Leo>> was beaming with joy: <<s Leo>>I knew we had what it takes to do something good! Great job team!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh I am so happy I got to do this with you guys! My grades are amazing thanks to this one project!<</s>> Positive vibes fill us as we go about the rest of our day, seperating and each heading in our own direction. <<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<s Samuel>>I made the right choice joining you two!<</s>> Beaming with confidence, <<light Samuel>> is all smiles. <<light Eric>> is equally happy with the outcome. <<s Eric>>Thanks for trusting me with the music guys! We did great!<</s>> Positive vibes fill us as we go about the rest of our day, seperating and each heading in our own direction. <</if>><</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice lte 2>> Here we were, three friends hanging out together, music playing in the background as we enjoyed our time together. <<s Eva>>No but seriously, it's super hard!<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm sure it's much easier than you make it out to be! Come on all it takes is to apply a bit of color and that's all!<</s>> Their meaningless argument was playfully heated, <<light Leo>> teasing her for not putting any make-up to school, and her arguing against the loss of time. <<s Eva>><<print $name>> back me up here! This dude doesn't know what he's talking about.<</s>> I chuckled to myself, happy to just be there. <<s Author>>Oh please just leave me out of this.<</s>> <<s Eva>>No can do! We need to find a way to settle this!<</s>> I thought on how to end this once and for all. <div id="choices"><<link "Maybe Leo should apply make-up on you to see how hard it is.">><<pickup $evaleo "kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>How about this then. Leo tries to put make-up on you in less than 5 minutes. If he can do it then he'd have proven his point, and if not then you're in the right.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Challenge accepted. Now where's that make-up kit let's go!<</s>> Eager to get things on a roll, <<light Leo>> starts comically stretching as <<light Eva>> heads to the bathroom to pick up her make-up basics. Surprisingly, she comes up with a decent collection of items for her friend to choose from. Noticing my looks, she explains: <<s Eva>>What? I like to do it sometimes, just not every school day.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Point for me already!<</s>> He teases her, eager to get started. As I set the timer, <<light Leo>> jumps to start working on his friend's face, morphing it with the make-up. <<if $alphabeta gte 5>>Not a surprise, <<light Leo>> butchers the make-up job as he struggles to find a decent way to compliment the colors on his friend's face. The outcome is nothing short of a mockery, and we all end up laughing at what he came up with. <<s Leo>>Okay, I admit it's difficult for me because I haven't had a lot of training, but come on, you guys can definitely get something done in less than 15 minutes!<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's my point though, 15 minutes per day over a year is a whole lot of added time!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nerd.<</s>> He says affectionately, before getting hit right across the face with a pillow. <<light Eva>> is quick to continue her assault over her friend, and soon it all devolves into a fun pillow fight. <<elseif $alphabeta gte -5>>Despite his best efforts, <<light Leo>> is unable to present us with a great outcome as his many attempts to creating nice eye contours end in failure. Despite his most valiant trials, the foundation being good and all, he still hadn't been able to convincingly decorate his friend's face. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Leo, but that's not quite it...<</s>> <<s Leo>>But it's still a decent job! You both have more experience than I do, you can definitely make it work!<</s>> <<light Eva>> shakes her head. <<s Eva>>That's not the point.<</s>> <<s Eva>>5 minutes a day is equal to 35 minutes per week, and over a year that becomes 1820 minutes. That's 30 hours worth! A whole day and then some! Just applying make-up every day!<</s>> Laughing, <<light Leo>> calls out: <<s Leo>>Nerd!<</s>> <<light Eva>>is quick to retaliate, her pillow hitting him square in the face, as the whole thing immediately turns into a pillow fight, all three of us jumping around the room in laughter.<<else>><<light Leo>> definitely must've had some training before coming here, because the way he expertly starts applying his make-up shows a skill level that doesn't match what I had previosuly thought about him. His hand glides across his friend's face, allowing the make-up he applies to match her skin tone perfectly. And the sherry on top is his expert eye contour, ending in killer flair. Beyond impressed, I am startled by the end of the timing, as I admire his awesome job. <<s Eva>>So, how does it look, <<print $name>>?<</s>> Unable to speak, I simply give her the mirror to see herself in it. Her jaw literally drops. <<s Eva>>Oh my God, Leo!<</s>> His smile is wide, triumphant. <<s Eva>>Well if I had you living with me I definitely would've asked you to do my make-up for me every day!<</s>> She exclaims, and I can't help but nod in agreement. <<s Leo>>See, not that hard.<</s>> We both agree, gushing over our friend's skill. He's really grown into himself lately!<</if>> Challenge ended, we all settle down, as <<light Eva>> looks at our friend with something of a twinkle in her eyes. I excuse myself to the bathroom, feeling like giving them some time alone together after all the events of the day. These two have been great friends! Later, coming back from the toilet, I choose to spy at them from the corner. <<if $alphabeta lte -5>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kiss.jpg" max-width="100%"><<else>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kissmasc.jpg" max-width="100%"><</if>> The sweetness of the moment is not lost on me as I see my two best friends kissing. I know this was a whim that they both are fulfilling, but it's very sweet to see them locking lips like that. They're so cute! //And am I jealous?// Making some noise, I wait a bit before entering the room. They both had moved slightly away form each other, their cheeks obviously red. I elect not to mention what I saw, and we spend the next bit enjoying our time together. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $evasmarts lte 17>><<link "How about a competition? Whoever does the better make-up wins.">><<pickup $evaleo "kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's really only one way to settle this, a make-up-off!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What?<</s>> <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> Their reaction comes at the same time as they question in unison. <<s Author>>A competition. If Leo does a better job than Eva, we know that it really doesn't take much skill to apply make-up. And if Eva does better, then Leo is in the wrong.<</s>> They both look confused. <<s Author>>Enough thinking. Come on Eva, bring the stuff!<</s>> I smile at <<light Leo>> as she's out. <<s Leo>>It doesn't make sense...<</s>> <<s Author>>She'll lose the argument either way. If she does better, nothing stops her from having make-up on every day. If she does worse, it proves that it comes from her inability to apply make-up and not from what amount of time make-up actually takes.<</s>> He smiles at me, understanding my trick. <<s Author>>Either way, I need you to do your best. I am excited to see what you can do.<</s>> His smile turns into a frown as he considers what job he'll need to do. <<light Eva>> comes back with a surprising amount of make-up. <<s Eva>>If I don't use it doesn't mean I don't own it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Who starts?<</s>> He says while looking at me. <<s Author>>Both of you. You're applying make-up to yourselves.<</s>> It dawns on <<light Leo>> what the second part of my plan is, as he purses his lips, preparing himself in front of the mirror. <<s Author>>You only have 5 minutes, go!<</s>> I start the time immediately, as they both rush to apply their make-up. <<light Eva>> confidently starts putting the foundation, making sure to really cover her face, before continuing with her next step. Stealing glances at <<light Leo>> to keep track of her progress, she starts painting her face with beautiful colors that bring out her features. On the other side, <<light Leo>> is hard at work on his own make-up. <<if $alphabeta gte -5>>Despite his shortcomings, he still gives it his all as he tries to copy what his friend is doing. Despite his struggle, he eventually is able to give a semi-decent job, but a cheap copy of what <<light Eva>> is doing. <<s Author>>The winner is... Eva!<</s>> I announce to noone's surprise. <<light Eva>>, proud, speaks up: <<s Eva>>I win! Hah! That means...<</s>> <<s Leo>>That means it wouldn't take much from you to do this every day.<</s>> He cuts her off. <<s Leo>>You actually look stunning.<</s>> Having proven his point, he smiles widely, triumphant, as <<light Eva>> reels with the implications of his statement. <<s Eva>>You... You tricked me!<</s>> Grabbing a pillow next to her, she is quick to attack me with it, hitting me right in the face. I retaliate with a pillow of my own, and soon it all devolves into a beautiful fiasco of three friends playing around the room. <<else>>On the other side of the mirror, <<light Leo>> shows beautiful mastery of his craft, not minding his friend and well in the zone. Unsurprisingly for me who had been molding him these past couple of months, he exhibits deep knowledge in what to do, and expertly paints his face the way he intends to. The outcome is close, but ultimately... <<s Author>>I have to admit. Leo is the winner.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Leo>> turns to look at <<light Eva>>. <<s Leo>>See, it isn't that hard!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have to admit, you do look stunning. Maybe a bit feminine, but stunning.<</s>> Faking a gasp, <<light Leo>> laughs at his friend. <<s Leo>>Oh darling I'm flattered!<</s>> He jokes in a faux-british accent. <<light Eva>>, laughing, hits him with a pillow. <<s Eva>>Oh stop it!<</s>> Soon after, all three of us join in the pillow fight, playing around and chasing each other across the room.<</if>> Challenge ended, we all settle down, as <<light Eva>> looks at our friend with something of a twinkle in her eyes. I excuse myself to the bathroom, feeling like giving them some time alone together after all the events of the day. These two have been great friends! Later, coming back from the toilet, I choose to spy at them from the corner. <<if $alphabeta lte -5>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kiss.jpg" max-width="100%"><<else>><img src="images/classes/music-project/evaleo-kissmasc.jpg" max-width="100%"><</if>> The sweetness of the moment is not lost on me as I see my two best friends kissing. I know this was a whim that they both are fulfilling, but it's very sweet to see them locking lips like that. They're so cute! //And am I jealous?// Making some noise, I wait a bit before entering the room. They both had moved slightly away form each other, their cheeks obviously red. I elect not to mention what I saw, and we spend the next bit enjoying our time together. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "How about a competition?" "Eva is too smart to fall for that.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Eva is right, end of story">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less"Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Exhaspered at the meaningless conversation, I cut it off short. <<s Author>>Eva is right, putting on make-up every day is exhausting. That's why men don't do it.<</s>> They're both stunned at my tone, but are quick to recover as the conversation drifts to other topics. Whatever spark was there between the two of them is not there anymore, but at least they didn't continue their stupid argument! <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $musicchoice gte 3>> Deciding that we had collected enough footage and looking forward to edit them all, we were happy to call it a wrap for the day as we started gathering ourselves to leave the park. <<s Eric>>Hey would you guys like to come over? We can hang out at my place if you want…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I don't know, I have stuff to do…<</s>> <<s Eric>>What about you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> //I didn't have anything to do, so the choice was open for me…// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Go over to Eric's place">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Go with Samuel instead">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince Samuel to join you">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Do something with Samuel or Convince him to join" "Not close enough to him">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'd rather do something else instead">><<less "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to waste anymore time today and preferring to spend my Sunday doing something else, I excuse myself and decide to let them both go their own way. Time to do something else now! <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 1>>/*Eva and Leo embracing individuality*/ <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-hangout1.jpg">> Here we were, hanging out at <<light Eva>>'s house, setting up and preparing ourselves for our shoot, nervous about what we should be doing to really sell the music video. <<s Leo>>Wouldn't it have been better if we filmed this stuff in a theater? You know, this being a musical and everything…<</s>> <<s Eva>>I tried to get the school's stage but they didn't want to give it to us for something this small.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay, we'll make due with what we have here, right?<</s>> We smiled at each other, and got to work. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>There was a whole lot of ways in which we could take our music video, each celebrating individuality in a different way. And although we all agreed that the video needed a singular main focus as a celebration of individualism, we all felt like doing more, hoping we'd be able to really drive the message home. <<if $subdom gte 3>>//I feel like I have the drive in me to make them both do two different things if I wanted to.// (Domination<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> greater than 3) <<else>>//I feel like I wouldn't be able to convince them to do more than a singular storyline.// (Domination<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> lower than 3)<</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to look at the next step in our recording… <<if $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We need to be more creative with Eva">><<add "Eva" 1>><<if $evasub gte 2 and $evasmarts lt 20>><<add "audience" 2>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No but…<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, I have just the idea.<</s>> Grabbing green paint, I started painting <<light Eva>>'s face, trying to really transform her into the mythical creature I had imagined. <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bodypaint.jpg">> After a while though, we're faced with an impasse. <<s Author>>I need you to remove your clothes.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously? Why?<</s>> <<s Author>>Having just your face be green is not enough. Come on, go in and wear something a bit more revealing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, from his end, stayed silent as he looked on. She gave him a glance. <<s Author>>Oh come on, Leo's one of us.<</s>> Sighing, <<light Eva>> went in to change into something simpler and ended up coming back with just her underwear. <<s Eva>>How's that for a change?<</s>> A stunned <<light Leo>> could not believe his eyes just looking at his close friend like that. Seeing him, <<light Eva>> decided to tease him for a bit. <<s Eva>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<light Leo>> gave smiling blush, as I started getting to work on her soft body. <<s Leo>>Let's just say I'm lucky to be on this team!<</s>> Thankfully, the awkwardness of the moment quickly gave way to smiles and fun as I went about finishing my full-body make-up (if you could even call it that). <<s Author>> There, I'm done.<</s>> Looking at herself in the mirror, <<light Eva>> felt like there was something missing and went to her closet. <<s Eva>> I have just the thing to sell this whole costume.<</s>> Coming back with a cat ears headband, <<light Eva>> stood in front of us, ready for her performance with her impressive getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-unique.jpg">> We were quick to film her acting out this mythical character that was reciting our lyrics, afraid that the paint would fade away. Immediately into character, <<light Eva>> seemed to really sell the performance, enticing the imaginary audience and giving an inspired performance. That was a success! All satisfied with her performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><<elseif $evasub gte 2>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wouldn't doing an elf be good though? They are the "different" characters in their world, and if we are to follow your logic and the logic of the song…<</s>> I felt it would be easier to let go of the argument: <<s Author>>Okay, okay, you're right, we'll go for elf.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay great.<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to have her on board. <<s Author>>Let's get to work then!<</s>> <<s Eva>>No wait…<</s>> Not wanting to listen to her meaningless argument, I headed to her closet and started looking at her clothes, trying to find the perfect costume for her. Eventually, I settled on the ideal attire for my friend, certain it would really enhance her appearance and sell the idea we were trying to portray <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-midunique.jpg">> There was something extremely enticing about the way she looked, and <<light Leo>> was a great example of that, shyly trying to avert his gaze from her. I decided to call him out: <<s Author>>Hey come on Leo, you can look she won't bite.<</s>> Laughing, <<light Eva>> decided to join in: <<s Eva>>Not hard at least!<</s>> The mood lightened, we got to filming the scene we wanted to create, pulling all the stops to really give her character a compelling portrayal. Pretty satisfied with the performance, we were happy to confirm the performance as a success, deciding to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><<else>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Eva>>I get your points, but I'm choosing the costume.<</s>> Not giving us the time to argue or even think about it, <<light Eva>> headed into her closet looking for the costume she'd be wearing for us. A short while later, she came up with quite the awkward getup: <<picmid "images/classes/music-project/eva-lessunique.jpg">> <<s Leo>>What is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A frog, duh!<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Come on, is this not unique enough for you two? Let's get to work.<</s>> There was no denying that her getup was quite unique, as she gave her performance to the camera. While that was not the kind of mythical creature I was expecting when I suggested we dress her up, it still fulfilled the assignment, although I wasn't sure how popular such a choice would be for any audience. Somewhat satisfied with her performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</if>><</link>>(depends on her stats, might make her more submissive)<<else>><<dark "We need to be more creative with Eva" "I'm not dominant enough to do more">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We need to be more creative with Eva">><<add "Eva" 1>><<if $evasub gte 2 and $evasmarts lt 20>><<add "audience" 2>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>No but…<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, I have just the idea.<</s>> Grabbing green paint, I start painting <<light Eva>>'s face, trying to really transform her into the mythical creature I had imagined. <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bodypaint.jpg">> After a while though, we're faced with an impasse. <<s Author>>I need you to remove your clothes.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously? Why?<</s>> <<s Author>>Having just your face be green is not enough. Come on, go in and wear something a bit more revealing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>, from his end, stayed silent as he looked on. She gave him a glance. <<s Author>>Oh come on, Leo's one of us.<</s>> Sighing, <<light Eva>> went in to change into something more simplem and ended up coming back with just her underwear. <<s Eva>>How's that for a change?<</s>> A stunned <<light Leo>> could not believe his eyes just looking at his close friend like that. Seeing him, <<light Eva>> decided to tease him for a bit. <<s Eva>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<light Leo>> gave smiling blush, as I started getting to work on her soft body. <<s Leo>>Let's just say I'm lucky to be on this team!<</s>> Thankfully, the awkwardness of the moment quickly gave way to smiles and fun as I went about finishing my full-body make-up (if you could even call it that). <<s Author>> There, I'm done.<</s>> Looking at herself in the mirror, <<light Eva>> felt like there was something missing and went to her closet. <<s Eva>> I have just the thing to sell this whole costume.<</s>> Coming back with a cat ears headband, <<light Eva>> stood in front of us, ready for her performance with her impressive getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-unique.jpg">> We were quick to film her acting out this mythical character that was reciting our lyrics, afraid that the paint would fade away. Immediately into character, <<light Eva>> seemed to really sell the performance, enticing the imaginary audience and giving an inspired performance. That was a success! All satisfied with her performance, we decided to look at the next step in our recording… <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><<elseif $evasub gte 2>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Author>>Exactly. It wouldn't be enough to just be an elf…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you doubting me?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wouldn't doing an elf be good though? They are the "different" characters in their world, and if we are to follow your logic and the logic of the song…<</s>> I felt it would be easier to let go of the argument: <<s Author>>Okay, okay, you're right, we'll go for elf.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay great.<</s>> Smiling, I was happy to have her on board. <<s Author>>Let's get to work then!<</s>> <<s Eva>>No wait…<</s>> Not wanting to listen to her meaningless argument, I headed to her closet and started looking at her clothes, trying to find the perfect costume for her. Eventually, I settled on the ideal attire for my friend, certain it would really enhance her appearance and sell the idea we were trying to portray <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-midunique.jpg">> There was something extremely enticing about the way she looked, and <<light Leo>> was a great example of that, shyly trying to avert his gaze from her. I decided to call him out: <<s Author>>Hey come on Leo, you can look she won't bite.<</s>> Laughing, <<light Eva>> decided to join in: <<s Eva>>Not hard at least!<</s>> The mood lightened, we got to filming the scene we wanted to create, pulling all the stops to really give her character a compelling portrayal. Pretty satisfied with the performance, we were happy to confirm the performance as a success, ready to move on to the next step. <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><<else>><<replace "#continue">>I needed to do something to showcase <<light Eva>>'s beauty while also creating something special about her. <<s Author>>I'm sure you both are into fiction.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Definitely, what are you suggesting though?<</s>> <<s Author>>What if we go that fictitious way to portray uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would you feel about dressing up as a fictitious character? Something entirely different that really has no place in the "normal" world?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I see you… Something that really pushes the envelope though…<</s>> They were starting to understand my point of view. <<s Eva>>I get your points, but I'm choosing the costume.<</s>> Not giving us the time to argue or even think about it, <<light Eva>> headed into her closet looking for the costume she'd be wearing for us. A short while later, she came up with quite the awkward getup: <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-lessunique.jpg">> <<s Leo>>What is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A frog, duh!<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Come on, is this not unique enough for you two? Let's get to work.<</s>> There was no denying that her getup was quite unique, as she gave her performance to the camera. While that was not the kind of mythical creature I was expecting when I suggested we dress her up, it still fulfilled the assignment, although I wasn't sure how popular such a choice would be for any audience. Somewhat satisfied with her performance, we looked at the next steps in our recording… <<if $alphabeta lte -2 and $subdom gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<light Leo>> was a huge asset that we couldn't miss. He knows it, and we know it, and it was important for us to really sell him on the idea that he was special in his own way. <<s Author>>I believe we should concentrate on Leo's character.<</s>> <<s Leo>>My character?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you are unique Leo, and I wanna show that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm listening.<</s>> <<s Author>>I say we use you as the main character of the song, if you will, and have you say the words. Really portray what our song is about.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But how would that showcase his uniqueness?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the idea. We're shooting it here, in your room.<</s>> They start to understand my point a bit more. <<s Eva>>Which means that he lives here.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Which means that I'm feminine in my personal life?<</s>> I tried to portray confidence towards my close friend. This was a push in the right direction for him. <<s Author>>Yes, exactly. I know you'd sell the character for sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know…<</s>> <<light Eva>> joined me in dispelling <<light Leo>>'s hesitation: <<s Eva>>That's right. It's just a character, nothing more.<</s>> I nodded along, wanting to help <<light Leo>> accept the idea. Thoughtful, he took a short moment before speaking up again: <<s Leo>>I don't think there is anything wrong with that…<</s>> <<s Author>>It would be a great stepping strong in your acting career that's for sure!<</s>> Our friend was sold on the idea, and we all jumped at the opportunity to shoot him in character. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed1.jpg">> Seated normally on the bed, he started almost reciting the lyrics to the song, looking at the camera with little expression and giving a lackluster performance. I could feel his hesitation, and wanted to do something about it. <<light Eva>> beat me to it: <<s Eva>>Hey Leo, is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, this is all a bit awkward that's all.<</s>> Showing a compassionate energy, <<light Eva>> approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. <<s Eva>>Hey we're all friends here, okay? You've got this!<</s>> <div id="option"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Support her">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#option">>Speaking up, I join her in supporting him: <<s Author>>That's right Leo. There is no judgment here.<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay Silent">><<replace "#option">>Not wanting to remove from the moment, I stay silent as I watched along.<</replace>><</link>></div> Smiling, he nods his head before coming up with a different idea, selling the story more: <<s Leo>>Hand me the cam, I think I have an idea.<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eva>> gives him the device, as he turns it on and starts recording himself almost talking to it with the lyrics. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed3.jpg">> His performance is much more convincing after this development, as we all feel positive vibes in his performance. I felt like we could get more out of him though… <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do more">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "audience" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to really get it all out there and pull out the perfect performance from him, I decided to intervene and truly aid him in reaching further than before: <<s Author>>Yes Leo yes! That's the right energy! Give us more!<</s>> My positive energy was contagious, pushing him to new heights in his performance. Smiling to himself, he laid down and held the camera up, looking down at his soft appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> <<light Eva>> and I were entranced as we watched his beautiful performance, seducing the camera almost. His happiness was apparent, and we were happy he was happy. There was something extremely beautiful about this whole thing as we watched on. At the end, <<light Leo>> stopped recording and turned to see our reactions. We struggled to regain our composure. <<s Eva>>Leo… That was phenomenal. I am jealous?<</s>> Laughing, I joined in: <<s Author>>We both are jealous! You were amazing! So feminine and beautiful!<</s>> His blush was evident, a nice crimson color. <<s Eva>>Opening up the shirt was an amazing touch too!<</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>He's done enough">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to push my luck more, and somewhat satisfied with his performance, I thought to leave it at that, happy we got more from him. The vibes were immaculate as we praised him on his performance. <</replace>><</link>></div> All satisfied with his performance, we decided to call it quits for the day and just <<link "hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> for now. <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 3>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "I'm not dominant enough to do more.">><<else>><<dark "We need to celebrate Leo's uniqueness" "He's not feminine enough!">><</if>> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</if>><</link>>(depends on her stats, might make her more submissive) <<if $subdom lte -2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let them come up with something">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to go through the hassle of coming up with an idea and preferring to take the backseat with this, I decided to allow them the space to come up with the right idea for our music video. <<s Leo>>I think we could do something expressive, emotive, theatrical…<</s>> <<s Eva>>Or, we could do something of an adaptation, since after all we're creating a music video and not a performance.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I like that idea, what do you think, <<print $name>><</s>> <<s Author>>That sounds good to me.<</s>> After a lot of give and take, the decision was made that <<light Leo>> and I would be the ones acting out the scene, as we got to work on singing the lyrics as <<light Eva>> held the camera. She seemed to find something was off. <<s Eva>>I don't know you guys, something is definitely missing in this, don't you think?<</s>> She had a point after all, there was not this certain level of pizzazz that I would've wanted my music video to have. <<s Leo>>I have an idea.<</s>> <<light Leo>> chimed in. <<s Leo>>What if we are more vulnerable? Show the differences more?<</s>> Intrigued, <<light Eva>> urged him on. <<s Eva>>How do you think we could do that?<</s>> <<s Leo>>We wear some sort of matching clothing.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have no such thing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Underwears?<</s>> Stunned at the suggestion, I was at a loss for words. <<light Eva>> jumped at the opportunity. <<s Eva>>That would work out. Let me see what we have.<</s>> Running out, she headed for her parents' bedroom, leaving us behind. <<s Author>>I don't know-<</s>> Immediately cut off by my friend, he further explained his point: <<s Leo>>It's about being vulnerable, showing sides of us that people haven't seen. Come on, I am sure you'll do great like that.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to come back with her different clothing options, urging us to put on whatever fit us most. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<if $alphabeta gte 3>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model3.jpg">> Dressed in our sleek matching new underwear, we were both looking really fine as we stood there in front of <<light Eva>>'s camera, acting out the words and being overall attractive. It was at this moment that <<light Leo>> felt like it was needed to add his own personal touch to the project, and started commanding me on what to do. I felt compelled to follow his lead, eager to listen to his guidance and willing to put myself on the line for the performance. At a certain moment, he whispered a <<s Leo>>Good girl<</s>> in my ear, giving me immediate butterflies. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unaware of my body's natural reactions, I felt myself softening up in his embrace, allowing him to gain some control over me as he placed me the way he wanted me to. There was something oddly exciting about being led like that, and I felt compelled to follow his masculine lead. Opening my eyes, I could see <<light Eva>> was equally interested in what was happening, almost sad not to be joining in on the action. The heat in the air was unmistakable. <<light Leo>> suddenly decided to call it quits, choosing to stop the action and announcing the end, going to dress back up. <<light Eva>> and I were left in our heat, trying to grasp what just happened and understand where that leaves us. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $arousal gte 70>><<dark "Reprimand him" "I'm too horny to do that.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand him">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This was getting too far, and I had to draw the line. Softly pushing him away, I decide to call it quits at that moment, preferring to end the filming as it made me quite uneasy. <<s Leo>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>If I went along with the action doesn't mean I'm into it or into you, Leo. I'm just doing this for the film.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know, I just…<</s>> <<s Author>>Do better. Being a man means respecting women and their bodies, not being a creep like that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I… It wasn't about being a man… I'm sorry <<print $name>> I never meant to offend or hurt you.<</s>> I took a breather. <<s Author>>It's okay… Just don't do this again okay, you're better than this masculinity bullshit.<</s>> Taking my comment to heart, he let his head hang as he coped with my reaction. <<light Eva>> was looking on with startled attention, her excitement of a few minutes ago all but gone. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -3>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model1.jpg">> Dressed in our sexy pink matching underwear, <<light Leo>> and I were following <<light Eva>>'s orders, listening to her directions and trying our best to follow the rhythm of the music. The proximity between the both of us was oddly exciting, and <<light Leo>>'s soft skin felt great against mine, as we played along in character. I felt compelled to follow <<light Eva>>'s lead, listening to her orders as she kept directing us, pushing our limits. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Melting into his feminine touch and allowing myself to drift into fantasy, deciding to simply follow <<light Eva>>'s lead, I started fantasizing as we softly and almost imperceptibly grinded against each other. It didn't go unnoticed to <<light Eva>> who kept filming every angle with her expert lens, and her presence just added so much to the tension that was being felt. She further encouraged <<light Leo>> to embrace the feminine part as she guided him towards more feminine poses. And then, all of the sudden, it was all done as she decided to call it a wrap, throwing us both a curved ball as we reeled from our obvious excitement. <<light Leo>>'s underwear were showing a beautiful little tent as he excused himself to the bathroom, and I could feel myself getting slightly damp. //This was hot for sure.// <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was femininely attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand her">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Someone had to put their foot down, and despite how fun things were I wasn't willing to whore myself to the camera so obviously. <<s Author>>I think that's enough guys, let's wrap it up.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Are you sure? We're getting some awesome footage here.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am pretty sure, Eva. This has gone far enough. And if it turns you on then maybe you should be the one grinding against this sissy.<</s>> Both stunned at my reaction, they rushed to apologize. <<s Leo>>I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.<</s>> Leo seemed especially hurt by my last comment, and rushed to apologize, further proving my point. <<s Eva>>You're right. Let's call it a wrap and simply all relax.<</s>> All of us took a moment to breathe, and feeling guilty, I decided to speak up. <<s Author>>Sorry, this was just really intense.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't worry. It's all good.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I am quite feminine, aren't I?<</s>> We all laugh at his comment, teasing him for a bit before deciding to wrap things up. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-model2.jpg">> Dressed in our sexy matching underwear, <<light Leo>> and I were following <<light Eva>>'s orders, listening to her directions and trying our best to follow the rhythm of the music. As he improvised for a bit more, I found it easy to follow his lead as he took things to natural heights. The proximity between the both of us was oddly exciting, and <<light Leo>>'s skin felt great against mine, as we played along in character. I felt compelled to follow both of their leads, listening to <<light Eva>>'s orders as she kept directing us, pushing my limits, and trying to keep up with <<light Leo>>'s improvisations. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Succumb to my horny feelings">><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Melting into his electric touch and allowing myself to drift into fantasy, deciding to simply follow <<light Eva>>'s lead and his guidance, I started fantasizing as we softly and almost imperceptibly grinded against each other. It didn't go unnoticed to <<light Eva>> who kept filming every angle with her expert lens, and her presence just added so much to the tension of the scene as she concentrated on the differences in our bodies. And then, all of the sudden, it was all done as they decided to call it a wrap, throwing us both a curved ball as we reeled from our obvious excitement. <<light Leo>>'s underwear were showing a beautiful tent as he excused himself to the bathroom, and I could feel myself getting slightly damp. //This was hot for sure.// <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control myself">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Unwilling to just let go like that, especially since there was a camera filming me and all my reactions, I decided to give myself some breathing room and control my emotions. Yes, it was enticing, and yes, he was unconventionally attractive, but I couldn't let myself be drifted by some odd fantasies. <<light Eva>>, on the other hand, was watching us with rapt attention, filming our every move as we played along to the song. It was fun showing off for her like that, and I knew we'd be having some good footage. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Reprimand them">><<less "open" 2>><<less "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Someone had to put their foot down, and despite how fun things were I wasn't willing to whore myself to the camera so obviously. <<s Author>>I think that's enough guys, let's wrap it up.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Are you sure? We're getting some awesome footage here.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am pretty sure, Eva. This has gone far enough. And if it turns you on then maybe you should be the one grinding against them.<</s>> Both stunned at my reaction, they rushed to apologize. <<s Leo>>I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.<</s>> Leo seemed especially hurt by me turning them down. <<s Eva>>You're right. Let's call it a wrap and simply all relax.<</s>> All of us took a moment to breathe, and feeling guilty, I decided to speak up. <<s Author>>Sorry, this was just really intense.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't worry. It's all good.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know I'm no looker, but come on!<</s>> He grins at me. We all laugh at his comment, teasing each other for a bit before deciding to wrap things up. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let them come up with something" "Not submissive enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 2>>/*Eva and Leo conforming*/ <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-hangout1.jpg">> Here we were, hanging out at <<light Eva>>'s house, setting up and preparing ourselves for our shoot, nervous about what we should be doing to really sell the music video. <<s Leo>>Wouldn't it have been better if we filmed this stuff in a theater? You know, this being a musical and everything…<</s>> <<s Eva>>I tried to get the school's stage but they didn't want to give it to us for something this small.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay, we'll make due with what we have here, right?<</s>> We smiled at each other, and got to work. <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">>There was a lot of different ways we could take our music video, each portraying the idea of conformity in a different way, and each giving the story a whole different aspect. The choice was ours on which way we'd be following, knowing that each was too time-consuming and would take most of our time to implement: <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Eva suggests we all dress up the same in these weird costumes she found">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Bringing in these odd looking costumes that she had found in her home's attic, <<light Eva>> was excited to have us all try them on and see how they felt on us. <div id="continue"><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone1.jpg">> I was the first to have one of these weird-looking costumes on, quickly followed suit by <<light Eva>>, as we stood there to look at ourselves in the mirror. <<s Author>>These are definitely weird costumes!<</s>> The black of the material contrasted well against the light of the things around us, and dressed in our odd garbs we were quick to come up with a storyline that fitted our weird costumes. <<light Leo>>, although hesitant at first, also joined us in our performance, playing the kind of brainwashed characters that we all wanted to portray. <<s Eva>><<print $name>> you look a bit stiff. Let go, join the hive!<</s>> She was joking, laughing while having fun, but I felt like maybe she was right. Was I willing to relax enough to play this odd character? <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Relax and let go">><<add "audience" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone3.jpg">> Closing my eyes, I allow myself to drift into that beautiful space where I forget my mind and simply listen to what my emotions are telling me to do. Taken with these beautiful sentiments, I float on these waves, barely registering orders before I carry them out. <<light Eva>>'s controlling voice has a positive effect on my psyche as I find comfort in simply following her orders. //One of the masses…// These costumes are amazing, feeling especially beautiful on my body, the way they grasp my every curve turning me on immensely. I can't contain myself as I allow myself to act out my horny sentiments, as I grind- I am pulled from my reverie as <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> call me by name, helping me out of my trance. It feels odd being back, but I'm glad I was able to do this with trusted friends. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone4.jpg">> They show me the footage we have taken, and I am stunned to find what seems to be a fourth person sharing the screen with us. <<s Author>>Who is that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have no idea…<</s>> I find it disconcerting how she seems as clueless as I am, as we shockingly look at the footage. Laughing, she moves on from the prank: <<s Eva>>I had no idea you were this involved in what was happening. I added a fourth costume between us for this shot to make it look like that!<</s>> Laughing at the awkwardness of the situation, I find myself raptly watching my very convincing performance. I'm sure people will like this music video! <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to let go">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone3.jpg">> There was something oddly fetishistic in what we were doing, yet I wanted to allow myself the room to really portray this brainwashed character. Trying my best to join their portrayal, I find myself drifting in and out of consciousness, subtly being taken to a land of dreams before being pulled back as soon as one of them yells <<s Eva>>cut!<</s>> <<light Eva>>'s controlling voice has a positive effect on my psyche as I find comfort in simply following her orders during the takes. The trance-like music we have on also helps in transporting me, in waves, into this new character's psyche. At one point, <<light Eva>> gets the genius idea to bring in an additional costume to make it seem like we are more than shows, really selling the idea. I complacently stay in character as she adds them to the shot. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone4.jpg">> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>This is just a job">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-drone2.jpg">> Deciding to keep my composure, I elect to give myself more of a directing role, attempting to lead the action in a direction that better suits me rather than "losing myself to the part". Eventually, due to my inability to join them in their shenanigans fully, we decide to add some sketches and mockups we find on the internet to make up for the scene we are creating. Although somewhat of a disappointment, we still have a decent music video to share and to further work on tomorrow. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>>(Dronification) <<if $evasub gte 2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Maybe we could transform Eva into the epitome of femininity, conforming her">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<if $yaramessagepre is 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 3>><</if>><<replace "#continue">>Earlier today, in making my way here, I think back to <<light Yara>>'s desire to be joining <<light Eva>> on the team, and the reason behind it. It has been obvious recently that my sporty friend has some sort of plans for my nerdy one, yet I haven't really been able to pinpoint exactly what she wanted to do with her… An idea floats through my mind as I look at my attractive friend <<light Eva>> through <<light Yara>>'s eyes. There would be something extremely enticing in making her conform to the image of what beauty is in our society, helping <<light Yara>>'s vision of what our friend should be. Driven by these emotions and wanting to bring out a beauty that she has never experienced, I formulate my idea to my friends: <<s Author>>How about we do a makeover?<</s>> <<s Eva>>A makeover?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes. I dress you up and give you the make-up treatment you deserve and you act out the main character who finds joy in following the status-quo. What do you think?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That sounds interesting. How about we both do that?<</s>> Her proposal is legitimate, but I didn't know how to feel about this. Watching was good enough. Did I want to join? <<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Accept her proposal and join her">><<add "audience" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Deciding that she might have a point, I accept her proposal to join her in her portrayal and we start to get to work on ourselves, trying to bring out a great, compliant look. Almost fighting for most vapid, we each reveal ourselves to <<light Leo>> at the end of it, who is stunned by our attractive appearances: <img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg' height='500em' title='Eva'><img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook2.jpg' height='500em' title='Me'></center> Praising our appearances, he guides us as he starts filming the two of us, as we each give our best to follow his directions and give the most convincing portrayal of brainwashed bimbos. //It really would be easier to just follow orders in life…// <<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bimboth.jpg">> What we create is an absolutely riveting piece of art, as in our competition we both gave very convincing portrayals, confident that this music video will find a definite success. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Better it be only her">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg">> Opting out, and deciding to use her as the only model, I immediately get to work in transforming her into a great image of femininity and complacency, helping her embrace a more submissive posture and coaching her through it all. A great model and an even greater submissive, she dutifully follows our directions as we tell her what to do and guide her as our talent. The immaculate vibes carry over as she checks the footage, stunned by her great performance. <<s Leo>>You did really great, Eva!<</s>> Blushing, she takes the compliments we shower her with to heart, happy to have accepted this decision. //A bit vapid, but that was kind of the point, no?// I can't help but feel that there is something lacking. Wish I was courageous enough to join her in this portrayal… <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte 4>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Maybe Leo would be a better addition?">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Deciding that she might have a point, but not willing to bite the bullet myself, I suggest <<light Leo>> plays the part instead: <<s Author>>What if <<light Leo>> is the other bimbo instead? It shows yet another level of complacency regardless of sex!<</s>> <<light Eva>> enthusiastically agrees to the idea, while <<light Leo>> remains a bit hesitant. <<s Author>>Come on, Leo! I know you'll look amazing wearing pink, feminine clothing… It's all for the part.<</s>> <<s Leo>>All for the part…<</s>> Dressing them up and applying their make-up, I later reveal them to one another: <img src='images/classes/music-project/eva-bimbolook.jpg' height='500em' title='Eva'><img src='images/classes/music-project/leo-bimbo.jpg' height='500em' title='Leo'></center> Beyond attractive, the two of them are quick to inhabit their parts, as I expertly guide them through their performance and bring them to their best image, happy to be their director as they grow into their parts and start really acting vapid and gullible. Their closeness and chemistry is undeniable as they let go of prejudices and simply play the parts they were given very convincingly. It is a joy seeing them so comfortable in their skins for once! The footage will be great to edit in class tomorrow, and I am sure our choices will help bring in a larger audience. <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Maybe Leo would be a better addition?" "He's not feminine enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Maybe we could transform Eva into the epitome of femininity, conforming her" "She's not submissive enough">><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>We could all aim to be the same, by changing Leo to look more like us">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">>An idea formed in my mind, and I don't really know if it was the reason why I joined this group in the first place or why I accepted to follow that "conformity" path, but I decided this was a great time to push <<light Leo>> further along in his transformation. <<s Author>>Alright, I have the perfect idea!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well we both agree that the odd person out here and right now is Leo.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What did I do?<</s>> I laughed at his cute reaction. <<s Author>>Nothing yet, that's the problem.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm confused.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's easy. I intend to make you look more like us, a true replica, and in doing so show how someone simply follows the society they're placed in.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Wow! That's a great idea!<</s>> Confused, <<light Leo>> tries to gather more information from me: <<s Leo>>And how do you intend to do that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Simple, really. We'll shave your legs and film us all matching in our feet. You're already as soft as we are, I'm sure it won't be so difficult!<</s>> Jumping to action, <<light Eva>> grabs <<light Leo>>'s hand and brings him with her to the toilet, where she picks out the items for him to use. Not willing to make a big deal out of it, or probably excited to see where this would take us, <<light Leo>> accepts her help and starts removing his leg hair. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legshaving.jpg">> Slowly but methodologically getting rid of this masculine aspect, he eventually allows us to help him with the tricky parts, and ends up beautifully shaved, almost feminine in appearance. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legsshaved.jpg">> The outcome is a beautiful appearance that we all smile at. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Tease him for a bit">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding I cannot miss this opportunity to drive the point home, I choose to tease <<light Leo>> even more, tracing my fingers across his legs and complimenting him: <<s Author>>Doesn't this feel great, natural, normal?<</s>> He shudders at the touch, a small whimper escaping his mouth. <<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-legsshaved2.jpg">> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let's just get to work">><<replace "#choices">>I don't want to lose time. <</replace>><</link>></div> Moving on from this, we all decide the best way to start that shoot is to lay in bed and compare our legs, throwing them up against the headboard. The imagery is immediately enticing, attractive beyond words. The idea might have even gotten lost somewhere as we start noticing that we might be too similar to truly sell the idea that there are male legs between us… //Oh well!// <<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> are both enjoying the fun times together, excited as they rub their feet together seductively for the camera. <<picmid "classes/music-project/evaleo-legs.png">> <<link "That's all for now, let's just hang out" "Music Video Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We could all aim to be the same, by changing Leo to look more like us" "He's not feminine enough">><</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 3>>/*Samuel and Eric Commercial Pop*/ <div id="continue"><img src="images/locations/park2.jpg" width="100%" position="center"> Grouped in the park and ready to start filming, <<light Samuel>>, <<light Eric>> and I were trying to figure out how to film this scene in the best way possible, knowing that people were starting to gather in that space a bit more and therefore might create some problems for us. <<s Samuel>>I say we go to one of the lesser-known places of the park. Someplace where we can have some privacy.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Aren't these places dangerous though?<</s>> The worry on <<light Eric>>'s face was unmistakable, and I felt the same regarding these dangerous locations that I've heard so much of. <<s Samuel>>Nonsense, you've got me so there's nothing to worry about.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know…<</s>> Hesitation apparent, <<light Eric>> turned to me, trying to get me to join him in protest. <<s Author>>Are we sure that it's safe to go there? What if someone attacked us or something?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Honestly you two, why would someone attack us? We're just students filming a small project there. Nothing more.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>And as I said, worst case, y'all have me. I'll talk to them and sort things out if it comes to that.<</s>> He made a strong argument, but it was ultimately my decision whether or not to risk it in such places. <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Stay here">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to risk going to such untravelled locations, and afraid of what might be waiting for us there, I decided to stick to this more common and more traveled location, despite it contrasting with the idea for our music video. Safety was more important than a singular university project, I felt. <<s Author>>Okay, let's just set up here and get to work. The sooner we finish the less we might clash with these people while filming.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Taking our places in the middle of this wide space, we immediately got to shooting <<light Samuel>> in front of the camera, getting his parts as rapper in this song. As we got to seeing the footage we had filmed, <<light Samuel>> pointed out a thing he had noticed: <<s Samuel>>I know it's asking a lot, but I do believe that me being alone here doesn't help with the story and to sell the idea of the video clip.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What do you suggest? Both of us are the musicians in this one, we better be together…<</s>> He was referring to him and myself as I was faking playing an instrument. <<s Samuel>>All rappers have girls around them playing the part of eye-candy. And let's be honest, <<print $name>> would look really good dancing around me as I sing.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know… That would change a lot in the story…<</s>> A decision had to be made quickly, we didn't have time to lose over this argument. <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'd rather play my instrument">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to put myself in such a compromising position, especially in such a public space, I decide to go with <<light Eric>> and follow the original plan, denying <<light Samuel>>. Our friend goes back for another take as a rapper, singing to the camera, as <<light Eric>> and I direct him on what to do. <center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-alone.jpg" width="80%"></center> Later, <<light Eric>> and I find another location to act out our scenes, a beautiful duet in the middle of an active park. Although the footage is not the best we could've gotten, we're confident we got what we needed for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Convince Eric that Samuel is right">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Willing to make some personal sacrifices for a better outcome in the video clip, I decide to accept <<light Samuel>>'s offer and agree to his proposal. But I needed <<light Eric>> to be on board. <<s Author>>He's right, Eric. The more we work together the better it is. These shots are what will sell the film.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What about our shots though?<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll be the highlight of those, Eric! The artist behind the music!<</s>> I could see a smile forming on his lips. He was in. I rush <<light Samuel>> over to the front of the camera, ready to play the characters we just received. <<light Eric>> starts recording us. <<light Samuel>> is quick to take control of the situation, starting his rap and groping me here and there, getting really into character. Allowing myself to be taken by the activity, I decide to play the part I have accepted fully, an eye-candy to his dominant presence. At one point, he whispers to me: <<s Samuel>>People are watching, don't mind them. Go all out and the music video will look great.<</s>> Looking around, I see the people walking by as they notice our filming, and feel the heat of their eyes on me. Dare I push it more and give this dominant man what he wants, or should I refrain myself from going with my animalistic instincts? <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go all out">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty.jpg" height="100%"></center> Taken by the naughtiness of it all and excited about what might come out of something like that, I decide to allow <<light Samuel>> more control over my body, as I help him remove his shirt and grind against him. <<light Eric>>, watching along, tries following us with his camera, capturing the action as we continue our naughty action with one another next to almost strangers. The naughtiness of it all starts getting to me as I feel myself heating up, grinding against this superior man as he manhandles me entirely, a truly impressive image for the music video we're creating. Following his lead, I demurely listen to <<light Samuel>> as he takes me to an even more public space, playing with my body for the camera as <<light Eric>> watches on in rapt attention. <<picmid "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty2.jpg">> The feeling of control he has over me, the excitement of it all, the naughtiness of the action, all combine and grow to bring out a submissive nature I haven't felt before. I felt hot and bothered, and was sure to be spending fun times later tonight in bed. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control Myself">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-tame.jpg" height="100%"></center> Not willing to push myself to the limit like that, shy, embarrassed maybe, I decided to just give a demure public performance, accepting only what needed to be done in order to get a good music video. The outcome is quite convincing after all as we all look at the footage we had collected, people still giving us side glances as they settle in for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Samuel is right">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Willing to make some personal sacrifices for a better outcome in the video clip, I decide to accept <<light Samuel>>'s offer and agree to his proposal. As <<light Eric>> tries to argue against it, I rush <<light Samuel>> over to the front of the camera, and order my white friend to start recording. <<light Samuel>> is quick to take control of the situation, starting his rap and groping me here and there, getting really into character. Allowing myself to be taken by the activity, I decide to play the part I have accepted fully, an eye-candy to his dominant presence. At one point, he whispers to me: <<s Samuel>>People are watching, don't mind them. Go all out and the music video will look great.<</s>> Looking around, I see the people walking by as they notice our filming, and feel the heat of their eyes on me. Dare I push it more and give this dominant man what he wants, or should I refrain myself from going with my animalistic instincts? <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Go all out">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty.jpg" height="100%"></center> Taken by the naughtiness of it all and excited about what might come out of something like that, I decide to allow <<light Samuel>> more control over my body, as I help him remove his shirt and grind against him. <<light Eric>>, watching along, tries following us with his camera, capturing the action as we continue our naughty action with one another next to almost strangers. The naughtiness of it all starts getting to me as I feel myself heating up, grinding against this superior man as he manhandles me entirely, a truly impressive image for the music video we're creating. Following his lead, I demurely listen to <<light Samuel>> as he takes me to an even more public space, playing with my body for the camera as <<light Eric>> watches on defeated. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-naughty2.jpg" width="80%"></center> The feeling of control he has over me, the excitement of it all, the naughtiness of the action, all combine and grow to bring out a submissive nature I haven't felt before. I felt hot and bothered, and was sure to be spending fun times later tonight in bed. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Control Myself">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><center> <img src="images/classes/music-project/samuel-mv-tame.jpg" max-height="100%"></center> Not willing to push myself to the limit like that, shy, embarrassed maybe, I decided to just give a demure public performance, accepting only what needed to be done in order to get a good music video. The outcome is quite convincing after all as we all look at the footage we had collected, people still giving us side glances as they settle in for the day. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5 or $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's go there">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#continue">>There was a decision that needed to be made, a grade that needed to be had, and a thrill that needed to be fulfilled. Throwing caution to the side, I felt compelled to accept <<light Samuel>>'s proposal, feeling safe with the two of them to discover areas I have only heard of in the past. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/ericsamuel-walkinpark.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<s Eric>>Isn't this one of these other locations that the mafia had control over?<</s>> We were walking towards our destination side by side when <<light Eric>> decided to speak up and ask his questions. <<s Samuel>>From what I've heard, these are just rumors.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure about that…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I know I'm new to town, but people talk. The mafia didn't have that big of an influence in these parts.<</s>> I was skeptical about <<light Samuel>>'s information. <<s Author>>What if this is only a rumor you heard?<</s>> Teasing the big guy, I laughed as I saw him trying to counter my argument. <<s Samuel>>Regardless, I think you will be happy to see that it is now safe to be there, whether there was a mafia that ran the place or not.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I hope you're right. My mom would kill me if something happened to us.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Settling ourselves in a secluded area far from the mainstream eye, we find ourselves taking position in a somehow decrepit location, odd-looking with a weird stench. The location is fascinating to see as we discover all the beautiful art on the walls there and explore everything that it has to offer with <<light Eric>>'s camera. The tension is palpable in the air, as I keep looking around me to make sure we aren't being followed or bothered. <<s Samuel>>Don't worry. I'm here.<</s>> Sensing my uneasiness, <<light Samuel>> puts his arm around me, trying to comfort me as Eric keeps filming the corners of the location with the camera. <<s Samuel>>Alright, time for you to take your spot in front of the camera, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/player-display.jpg" height="500em"></center> Taking my place in front of the camera in my skimpy clothing (that's the rap style I guess), I start shyly acting out the part for my friends, allowing <<light Eric>> to shoot me as I play around in the location, entranced by the place and the style that we are going for. <<light Samuel>> keeps directing me as I follow his lead. Shortly thereafter, our noise seems to grab the attention of someone nearby, who approaches us, still looking from a distance. Still respecting the distance, he keeps looking at us as I stand there, afraid of what might happen. Neither of my friends notice his presence, but I know he's there. <<s Samuel>>Alright, <<print $name>>. What we have is good, but I think you can do more. Come on, give me everything you got!<</s>> //He doesn't see him!// <div id="choices2">Unsure of what I should do, I think of the different options I have: <<if $subdom gte 5 or $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Keep acting for the camera and the stranger to see">><<add "open" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Putting caution and shame aside, I start my naughty dance in front of the stranger, wanting for him to see me act out the character I am playing for him. I somehow even ignore the device and my friend, putting effort in turning on this relative stranger, and surprise myself with the actions I begin taking. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> Jutting out my ass to the camera, I look back and notice the naughty observer rubbing his pants as he looks at me from where he is, entranced in my performance. The power I feel over his reactions is intoxicating, as I start shaking my ass to the beat of the imaginary music, followed closely by my male colleagues. Loving the attention, the naughtiness of the whole thing, the taboo aspect of it all, I keep going until <<light Samuel>> calls it off after a while, congratulating me on my performance. As I look to the trees where the stranger had been observing, I notice him missing, and feel somewhat sad (relieved? I'm not sure) about his disappearance. <<light Eric>> additionally praises my performance, neither of them aware of the taboo I just broke, or the effect it has been having between my legs. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep acting for the camera and the stranger to see" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Point out the stranger and let them deal with it">><<replace "#choices2">>I stop acting for the camera, not wanting to risk any more of the action. As they both frustratingly try to understand my reaction, I point out the stranger to them: <<s Author>>I don't think we should keep going.<</s>> The stranger, taking this as his cue to intervene, walks forward to talk: <<s Bekham>>Don't mind me y'all. Keep doing what you were.<</s>> Stunned, I look at my friends for guidance. <<light Samuel>> jumps to the occasion: <<s Samuel>>You heard the guy. Let's keep going.<</s>> <<light Eric>>, sensing my uneasiness, speaks up as well. <<s Eric>>Maybe it's better if we take the action someplace else.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>No. This is the perfect spot for us. Come on <<print $name>>, you can do this!<</s>> <div id="choices3">Was I willing to put myself on the line like that for the project? In front of a complete stranger? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Follow Samuel's lead">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices3">>I look into <<light Samuel>>'s eyes, and something about his confidence and the way he looks at me stirs a silent feeling inside. Throwing caution to the side, and trusting his leadership, I start slowly going back into character as I allow myself to forget about the stranger, instead concentrating on the camera in front of me. <<s Samuel>>Start rolling.<</s>> <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> Putting my body on the line, I start revealing more and more of myself to the camera, as I follow <<light Samuel>>'s leadership. His voice, strong, commanding, reassuring, guides me as I continue to tease not only the camera but also the perfect stranger who had slowly been approaching us. <<light Eric>>, still holding the camera and watching me through its lens, is as stunned as I am when both <<light Samuel>> and the stranger approach me from both sides of the frame. <<s Samuel>>Just follow our lead, don't think about it too much.<</s>> I trust him, and keep at my dance, revealing more and more. <<s Bekham>>Girl you're hot.<</s>> The man's breath travels across my skin as he gets dangerously close to me, and I feel myself get goosebumps all over my soft body, ready to submit and listen to their commands. <<light Samuel>> pushes me further, his hands traveling across my skin as he grabs hold of my top. Slowly, confidently, he pulls it down, revealing my nipples to the camera and a stunned <<light Eric>> who does nothing but watch and record. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden2.jpg">> The excitement is immense, as I mindlessly allow them free reign over my body, revealing myself like a common- <<s Eric>>Hey guys maybe it's best if we stop…<</s>> I don't know whether I should curse or thank my old friend as he pulls me out of my reverie, breaking the unmistakable sexual tension that we were all feeling. <<s Samuel>>You're right.<</s>> Turning to the stranger, <<light Samuel>> continues: <<s Samuel>>Hope you liked that, dude.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Very much. Girl you're more than welcome here anytime!<</s>> I blush as I gather myself and put my clothes back on, somewhat still excited about the whole thing, and considering the offer despite the wrongness of it all. <<s Author>>You're welcome.<</s>> Taking our leave, we all decide to leave the stranger behind as we head away from the secluded location, proud of the footage we had collected. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Have Eric do something">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "audience" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices3">>Looking at <<light Eric>>, I implore him with my eyes to do something about the stranger since <<light Samuel>> obviously doesn't want to get involved. Sighing, <<light Eric>> folds: <<s Eric>>Okay, how much do you want?<</s>> The stranger is put off by his request. <<s Eric>>How much for you to leave?<</s>> My friend reiterates himself. <<s Bekham>>I wanna see her body, that's how much I want.<</s>> Assessing the person in front of him, <<light Eric>> pulls out a 50 bill from his pocket. <<s Eric>>I'll pay you 50. Is that good enough?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> wants to intervene, but is cut off shortly by the unnamed person in front of us. <<s Bekham>>Make that a 100 and I'll take my leave.<</s>> An unmistakable smile forms on his face. As <<light Eric>> turns to look at me, his decision is quickly made when he sees me imploring him with my eyes still. He sighs and pulls out another 50 from his wallet. Taking courageous steps towards the stranger, he hands over the money with confidence. <<s Eric>>Now if you'll excuse us, we have work to do.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>You won't even see me the whole day. I know exactly where I am spending those.<</s>> Leaving us alone, the stranger walks away, money in hand and a huge smile on his face. I'm sure my boobs wouldn't have brought him this much joy. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>That dealt with, <<light Samuel>> is quick to retake control, tanking <<light Eric>> for his action and ordering him to go back to filming. I breathe a small thank you to <<light Eric>> before going back to my performance. Not as excited as before but slowly getting back into the groove, I allow myself to be directed by <<light Samuel>> as I perform yet again for the recording device. Excited, I slowly find myself pushing my limits, despite still looking around to make sure the stranger is not there to observe me undressing myself so publicly. <<pichalf "classes/music-project/samuel-mv-hidden.jpg">> While my arousal does arrive, although a bit late, I feel relieved to be doing this with trusted individuals, thankful for <<light Eric>> dealing with the stranger. As we decide to end our shoot and rest for the day, I can feel myself relieved from the end of it all, yet excited it actually happened. <<link "Continue" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better leave">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "audience" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>Very uneasy with the whole situation, and feeling particularly vulnerable in such a location, I decide to call it quits. <<picmid "classes/music-project/player-rejection.jpg">> <<s Author>>No let's just go.<</s>> Collecting ourselves and our items, we all leave this secluded place for someplace brighter, to the frustration of <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>It could have worked out. Why are you such a prude?<</s>> I felt hurt by his comment, but thought it better not to answer him. <<s Samuel>>Now we don't have enough footage for the music video.<</s>> <<light Eric>>, wanting to help and defend me, speaks up: <<s Eric>>It's okay. We'll make do with what we have.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yeah right.<</s>> Obviously angry at the turn of events, <<light Samuel>> bids us farewell and goes his own way. I decide to separate from <<light Eric>> as well. <<s Author>>Sorry about this whole thing.<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's okay. I don't understand how he expected you to do stuff like that, let alone in front of a complete stranger!<</s>> Compassionate as always, he helps me calm down before we each go our separate way. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's go there" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <<elseif $musicchoice is 4>>/*Samuel and Eric Instrumental Artistic*/ <div id="continue"><center><img src="images/locations/park2.jpg" width="100%"></center> Grouped in the park and ready to start filming, <<light Samuel>>, <<light Eric>> and I were trying to figure out how to film this scene in the best way possible, knowing that people were starting to gather in that space a bit more and therefore might create some problems for us. <<s Samuel>>I say we go to one of the lesser-known places of the park. Someplace where we can have some privacy.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Aren't these places dangerous though?<</s>> The worry on <<light Eric>>'s face was unmistakable, and I felt the same regarding these dangerous locations that I've heard so much of. <<s Samuel>>Nonsense, you've got me so there's nothing to worry about.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know…<</s>> Hesitation apparent, <<light Eric>> turned to me, trying to get me to join him in protest. <<s Author>>Are we sure that it's safe to go there? What if someone attacked us or something?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Honestly you two, why would someone attack us? We're just students filming a small project there. Nothing more.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a point…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>And as I said, worst case, y'all have me. I'll talk to them and sort things out if it comes to that.<</s>> He made a strong argument, but it was ultimately my decision whether or not to risk it in such places. <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Stay here">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting to risk going to such untravelled locations, and afraid of what might be waiting for us there, I decided to stick to this more common and more traveled location, despite it contrasting with the idea for our music video. Safety was more important than a singular university project, I felt. <<s Author>>Okay, let's just set up here and get to work. The sooner we finish the less we might clash with these people while filming.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Setting up in the middle of a commonly visited hill collected us a few stares as <<light Eric>> had started training on his flute while <<light Samuel>> and I set up the camera. The vibes were good between the three of us, but eventually we noticed a small issue with our setup, as we pressed record. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/eric-mv-alone.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<light Eric>> was surprisingly good with the flute, gathering attention a bit easier than expected, which meant people were constantly blocking off the camera to watch him play. And while it would have looked good for a common video, it didn't work as a music video. //Damn his talent!// Eventually we settle for a decent shot, despite it not bringing us the footage we were hoping for. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5 or $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's go there">><<add "audience" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#continue">>There was a decision that needed to be made, a grade that needed to be had, and a thrill that needed to be fulfilled. Throwing caution to the side, I felt compelled to accept <<light Samuel>>'s proposal, feeling safe with the two of them to discover areas I have only heard of in the past. <center><img src="images/classes/music-project/ericsamuel-walkinpark.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<s Eric>>Isn't this one of these other locations that the mafia had control over?<</s>> We were walking towards our destination side by side when <<light Eric>> decided to speak up and ask his questions. <<s Samuel>>From what I've heard, these are just rumors.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm not sure about that…<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I know I'm new to town, but people talk. The mafia didn't have that big of an influence in these parts.<</s>> I was skeptical about <<light Samuel>>'s information. <<s Author>>What if this is only a rumor you heard?<</s>> Teasing the big guy, I laughed as I saw him trying to counter my argument. <<s Samuel>>Regardless, I think you will be happy to see that it is now safe to be there, whether there was a mafia that ran the place or not.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I hope you're right. My mom would kill me if something happened to us.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/classes/music-project/eric-instrumentalmv.jpg" width="100%"></center> Having set up in a secluded area of the park, not commonly visited and quite at a distance, we had <<light Eric>> center-camera as <<light Samuel>> was directing him, telling him what to do. <<s Samuel>>That's it, give me more emotions!<</s>> Leading the charge, <<light Samuel>> gave his orders, as <<light Eric>> followed his lead. There was something oddly appealing about seeing that happen. After that shot, <<light Samuel>> chooses to change tact: <<s Samuel>>Now we'll film you from the back as you play your flute. I need you to give it your all, and don't turn. The emotions need to show through your body language.<</s>> Despite it being odd, <<light Eric>> simply listened to him and followed his lead, setting up with his instrument as <<light Samuel>> led me and the camera to behind our talent. <<s Samuel>>Now we have around 3 minutes before he turns back again.<</s>> He whispers in my ear. <<s Samuel>>What will you do about it?<</s>> It was obvious that <<light Samuel>> wanted to play around. Why else would he have pushed for us to get there? The question was whether I was ready or not to fool around myself. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Ignore his approach">><<add "audience" 2>><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not ready to engage in these games, I decide to turn my back to him and keep supporting my friend <<light Eric>>, directing him to give more emotion, and overall improving the outcome of the footage we're collecting. This no doubt infuriates <<light Samuel>>, who, as soon as the shot is taken, decides to call it a day. <<s Samuel>>Well, that was good enough. Good job Eric.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Thanks!<</s>> We each end up going our seperate way, and I feel saddened that I didn't have the courage to do something about the attractive guy's offer. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Start kissing him">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices">>Attracted to the impressive person in front of me and wanting to fool around for a bit, knwoing that the odds of us being found out are close to none, I slowly inch closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as I bring myself to him. Following my lead, and equally excited, he grabd my waist, pulling me closer to him. <<s Samuel>>You're so hot.<</s>> His whisper sends shivers down my spine as I see his eyes devouring my lips, ready to pounce on me. <<s Eric>>What?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Nothing, Eric! Keep going.<</s>> I laugh at the awkwardness of the situation, but as he turns his eyes back towards me, his attack is almost immediate, lips crashing against mine. Overwhelmed, I struggle to keep up, his tongue explorative as his expertise shows. His forceful, domineering style is a huge turn-on as I try to match his energy, slowly finding myself back on track. <<if $sexskill gte 10>>Soon, I truly find my footing, distracting him with a roaming hand down his frontside, exploring the front of his pants. This has the effect of slowing him down as the pant he elicits gives me the opening I need to lead a kissing assault of my own. The heat of the moment also getting to me, I could feel my womanhood dampen.<<else>>Lost in the sensations and simply following his lead, I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker in the knees, overwhelmed by the sentiment. It didn't help that his exploring hands were rubbing me in all the right places, keeping me up as I felt my panties dampen a bit.<</if>> In the background, <<light Eric>> kept playing his flute, a beautiful accompaniement to this naughty stolen kiss. As he neared the end of his rendition, <<light Samuel>> and I seperated from each other, still looking at one another in the eyes. <<s Eric>>So how was that?<</s>> Catching my breath, and still looking at the hunk in front of me, I speak up. <<s Author>>That was great.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes it was.<</s>> We smile at each other, and <<light Eric>>, unaware of what had happened, smiles with us. //God Samuel is amazing.// Eventually, we each go our seperate way, as the memories of this naughty encounter play in my mind. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Start kissing him" "I don't like him like that.">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -8>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Follow his lead">><<add "audience" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Eager to please, and excited at the naughty prospects of such an encounter, I whisper back: <<s Author>>What do you want me to do about it?<</s>> Smiling, he pounces on me, turning me around and groping my breasts from behind. The sudden attack makes me gasp, as I try to deal with the sensations suddenly coursing through my body. <<s Eric>>Is everything alright?<</s>> My soft gasp must have alarmed him. I was quick to answer: <<s Author>>All good, Eric. Just keep playing.<</s>> Whispering in my ear as his chin now rested against my exposed shoulder, <<light Samuel>> sounded off: <<s Samuel>>Good girl.<</s>> His words sent shivers down my spine, as I felt my nipples hardening, his expert hands softly rubbin gthem across my top. Moans escaped my mouth, and wanting to conceal their cause from the unaware <<light Eric>>, I softly said: <<s Author>>Yes... That's it.<</s>> Eager to please, and now wanting to perform even better, <<light Eric>> continued his music as the black guy behind me allowed his other hand to drift south towards my skirt, slowly snaking its way underneath. Resting over my panties, his hand expertly starts rubbing my mound, the other also snaking its way under my top, explorative. The sensations overwhelming, I lose myself in the moment, knees bucking as I allow myself to rest against his muscular body, forgetting my friend's tune and trying to match <<light Samuel>>'s breathing. The intense buildup however, reaches a stopping point, as <<light Eric>> plays his final few notes. Letting go of my body, <<light Samuel>> adjusts himself, leaving me to deal with my disheveled clothing and panting stature all on my own. I could feel his soft chuckle as I rushed to fix myself before our friend turned towards us. <<s Eric>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<light Eric>>, having turned now, looked at me as he asked his question. I tried to control my breathing as I turned towards <<light Samuel>>. <<s Author>>Yes, that was amazing!<</s>> <<light Eric>>, despite feeling something was off, couldn't help but smile at the compliment, unaware that he wasn't its recipient. //What a naughty thought!// Eventually, we each had to go our seperate way. I couldn't wait for class tomorrow when we got to see the footage we collected! <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow his lead" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's go there" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> or open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>As I joined the boys in their side of the classroom and sat amongst them, I was immediately greeted with a positive attitude. All of them were excited to have me with them. <<s Samuel>>You did well joining us. We're gonna have so much fun!<</s>> <<light Samuel>> was first to speak a word of praise, quickly followed by <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>Yeah, you'll take off a lot of the load.<</s>> He joked. <<s Julio>>Not that we're not willing to work too, yeah?<</s>> <<light Julio>> was quick to interject, trying to alleviate my concerns. I decided to play along. <<s Author>>Is it too late to back out now?<</s>> I quipped, met with immediate laughs. <<s Author>>So, about this poem...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Honestly, I'm quite the good rapper, but creating lyrics of the kind that this professor would like is not my forte.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Ouu forte!<</s>> The athletic <<light Samuel>> made fun of <<light Jerome>>, who was quick to retaliate. <<s Jerome>>Hey nothing's your forte, my man.<</s>> He argued. <<s Samuel>>Touché.<</s>> We all looked at each other, impressed by the word, but also the unintended rhyme. <<s Julio>>Write it down!<</s>> The creative <<light Julio>> interjected, excited to have something going. <<s Julio>>I do have to say though, I didn't expect poetry from an arts class. Why does it have to be here, and not in literature?<</s>> He had a point, but I wasn't going to dwell on it. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay. With our combined minds and nice words, I'm sure we'll come up with something nice.<</s>> I reassured them, before diving head first into the task at hand. They soon joined me as we traded ideas along, and I noticed, despite whatever reservations I initially had, that we were a well oiled machine... <<s Ruby>>Only 5 minutes left of class.<</s>> The professor interjected as we were getting into the swing of things, <<s Ruby>>Remember that these poems are for next session, not this one, so you'll have all week to work on them.<</s>> I looked at my friends. We had made some progress, but we were still far from over... <<s Author>>What to do?<</s>> I asked them, trying to see what they would suggest. <<s Jerome>>We've already done so much.<</s>> The hulking man spoke. <<s Samuel>>That's true. I'd say divide and conquer. We don't need to all be present to finish up the project.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> added to him. <<s Julio>><<print $name>> needs to be there though.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was quick to add, <<s Julio>>She's got this whole thing locked down!<</s>> //Dammit, that's what I get for being so good.// <<s Author>>What about you, you're pretty good too!<</s>> I said, complimenting my friend. <<s Julio>>You're too kind.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Choice is yours on who you want to join you.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> looked at me expectantly. I didn't know if he wanted me to choose him or not. Probably did. But regardless, the choice was mine. <<light Julio>> might be best suited for the job, but both <<light Samuel>> and <<light Jerome>> were in all honesty attractive and I wouldn't mind spending more alone time with either of them. <<light Samuel>> was obviously into me, and I couldn't deny that I had some sort of attraction to <<light Jerome>>, my friend's lover... //Who to work with?// <div id='choices'><<link "I choose Julio">><<pickup $class "JulioG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It didn't matter what I felt. I had the chance to improve our grade and get some good work done, and I was going to take it. <<s Author>>I know Julio would be best suited for the job.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Julio>>Dammit.<</s>> He reacted with a smile, obviously joking. <<s Jerome>>Awesome, more rest time for us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said to his friend, <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>Yeah, "rest", you.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> teased his friend, obviously alluding to <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Jerome>>What can I do, bitches be crazy.<</s>> <<light Julio>> caught my attention to ask, <<s Julio>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Samuel">><<pickup $class "SamuelG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Projects are an excuse to get closer to your friends, and that's what I'd be doing. <<s Author>>I think Samuel will be able to help me most.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Samuel>>Cool.<</s>> He reacted with a smile. He was obviously happy for it. <<s Jerome>>Awesome, more rest time for us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said. <<s Julio>>Yeah, "rest", you.<</s>> <<light Julio>> teased his friend, obviously alluding to <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Jerome>>What can I do, bitches be crazy.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> took me aside. <<s Samuel>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Jerome">><<pickup $class "JeromeG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Projects are an excuse to get closer to your friends, and that's what I'd be doing. <<s Author>>I think Jerome is the man for the job.<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. <<s Jerome>>Awesome. Less time with Jasmin and more time for me.<</s>> He reacted with a smile. He was obviously happy about it. <<s Samuel>>As if that ever stopped you.<</s>> A dejected <<light Samuel>> spoke, not quite as thrilled about my choice. <<s Jerome>>So we'll meet at the library sometime soon to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan!<</s>> I agreed, taking a mental note to meet him there sometime this week. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Poetry Presentation">> It was time to present our poetry in class. As each group stood and started performing their piece, emotiones ran high and low as some presented some good pieces while others completely butchered the job. It was our time to present our piece, and the group ushered me forward to read what we had written. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>><center>"For it is through distance, Through time's resitance, And events' insistence, That love persists."</center> As I stood and spoke, I could see the effect the written words were having on our colleagues, who were quite appreciative of what we had to offer. A few smiles, a few nods, I could see we had engaged the whole class, and our grade was to reflect that for sure. <<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>><center>"Time and time again, Will make the man insane, And repeat his mistakes, for with time he'll wane."</center> My performance might've saved the poetry we had written, as I noticed our class and teacher were less than impressed with the performance we had to offer. I figured we could've done better, but we still presented something more acceptable than others in our class...<<else>><center>"Listen, and you shall receive, And the light, you shall perceive."</center> An absolute butchered job of the project made me look like a total fool in front of the class. As I dealt with the repercussions of such a shamed performance, I could only imagine how our grade would be impacted by this project. And indeed, it was bad!<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>. //Our professor <<light Ruby>> was ready to move on to the next project.//<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<link "Time for the painting!">><<pickup $class "S2G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>> This upcoming project is a simple one, and I'd recommend you all work as a team to make it work!<</s>> They had started introducing the project, talking quite sternly for someone whose life revolves around the arts. <<s Ruby>>Using the skills I've taught you in class, I'd like each group to paint me an expressionist painting. You can choose to start now, but the painting needs to be presented to me this upcoming Monday, fully finished.<</s>> I looked at my friends, who were taking in the information just as I was. <<s Ruby>>Let's go, onto it!<</s>> She rushed us along, pushing us to start working together. As I regrouped with my friends to talk about the upcoming project, the topic of the one that passed was not lost on them. <<if $class.has("JeromeG3Done")>><<light Jerome>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Julio>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> He said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Julio>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Julio>> was critical of our performance, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Jerome>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Julio>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Samuel>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("JulioG3Done")>><<light Julio>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Samuel>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> The hulking <<light Jerome>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Samuel>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Samuel>> was critical of our performance, a hint of jealousy escaping his words, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Julio>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Samuel>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Jerome>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Samuel>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("SamuelG3Done")>><<light Samuel>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Julio>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this guy here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as he smiled. <<s Jerome>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> The hulking <<light Jerome>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Samuel>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Julio>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Julio>> was critical of our performance, I understood his point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Samuel>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> He said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jerome>> was quick to break it. <<s Jerome>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> He announced, taking his leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Julio>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jerome>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> He had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jerome>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jerome>> took his leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>><</if>> <<s Samuel>>So, any ideas on what we should do?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s Julio>>Obviously doing something expressionist is the easiest way to go about doing this.<</s>> <<light Julio>> spoke. <<s Author>>When are you free to meet?<</s>> After a few minutes of conversation, we finally agreed to meet the upcoming Sunday at my place to work on the project. I just had to make sure I wore clothes that I didn't mind getting dirty. After all, we will be playing with paint! <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan, I'll see you guys on Sunday!<</s>> I announced, eager to see where the project would take us. Moving on from the conversation, I noticed <<light Jerome>> was still missing. As I looked at the team member that missed from the conversation, I saw them engaged in a heated talk with their partner. <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>'s voices rose as they argued. <<link "Let's see what this is about." "Group Project Bet">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><div id='continue'><<if $class.has("S2G3Done")>>After meeting yesterday to work on our paitning, we were now ready to present it in front of our whole class, as my group brought it to the forefront of the class and showed it off. Eyes fell on it as people took in our creation, critically looking at what we had made. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>>Our work was positively viewed by people looking at it, as they took in all the intricacies of the project we were presenting. While we might not have had the most fun working on it, the grade outcome was sure to be positive. This seemed to also catch the girls' attention who were positively impressed by our presentation.<<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>>Our portrait was not the best one out there, but it still caught quite a few eyes as they looked at the ideas we presented. The thought was there, the executon, not as much.<<else>>Not many people decided to stay long around our portrait, as they preferred many more over us. As expected, our grade was going to suffer from this newest advancement. //But did I really care anymore?//<</if>> On the other side of the class, the girls' group was also presenting their own portrait, and seemed to be gathering quite the positive attention. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>While I was happy for them, I was worried of what that meant for our bet and whether or not we'd end up being successful...<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>.<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> This project was over and done with for now, and our professor was ready to move on to the next.<<else>><<drop $class "S2G3" 1>><<less "group3grade" 3>>We hadn't managed to meet up to work on the painting for this class, and due to that, our grade suffered immensely. I should've greeted them when they came over to my house on Sunday! The mood shifted sour immediately as we dealed with the repercussions of this revelation. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>There was no way we'd win the bet now.<</if>> Despite all the infighting, we had to stop our arguing as the professor spoke up. //They were ready to move on to the next project.//<</if>> <<link "Time for the final project, the statues!">><<pickup $class "S3G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>>Your last project, a true representation of your artistic capabilities, is the statue.<</s>> Our professor began speaking, telling us all about it. <<s Ruby>>Unlike what you would expect of me introducing this, I have some serious news regarding your project. This one will require you to put not only your skills on the line, but your bodies too.<</s>> I looked at <<light Samuel>>, sitting next to me, and saw that his eyes matched mine in worried intrigue. <<s Ruby>>You all are to create live statues, using your own bodies as the stone upon which it is built, to present your project. It needs to have a theme, obviously, and all of the group needs to participate in it.<</s>> The professor elaborated further, <<s Ruby>>We'll be presenting these statues to all of the school during class times, the time during which you'll be making your performance in the main hall of the school.<</s>> <<s stranger>>So it'll be in public?<</s>> One of the students asked the question that was probably on everyone's minds. <<s Ruby>>That is correct. You'll be choosing your project now and will have all week till next monday to prepare for the next performance.<</s>> I turned to look at my group, to see what they thought of that recent development. This was going to be challenging. <<s Julio>>I have sort of an idea...<</s>> My friend <<light Julio>> called out, eager to be sharing his thoughts with the group. <<s Jerome>>Hit us with it.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> eagerly anticipated his thoughts, willing to try anything to improve his grade. <<s Julio>>Not to be racist, but we're black and white people here. Why don't we lean into that more?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Meaning?<</s>> <<s Julio>>We show some skin, and we portray some sort of chess board...<</s>> <<light Samuel>>'s eyes lit up at the suggestion. <<s Samuel>>That's actually not such a bad idea!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Which, showing skin or the chess part?<</s>> The dominating man asked, teasingly. <<s Samuel>>Both actually. We'll be able to do something unique, by simple virtue of our bodies, you know?<</s>> I thought about the idea, and appreciated where they were coming from. If they were in for it, so would I be. <<s Author>>I get to choose how much I show, okay?<</s>> I asked of them, willing to compromise but under my own terms. <<s Julio>>Of course!<</s>> My friend reassured me as I took a breather from this. <<s Jerome>>Till next session then! Maybe you should wear something black while we put on something white, it'd help with the whole contrast thing.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> suggested while smiling. <<s Julio>>Actually the opposite might work more. You're to wear white entirely. Maybe even have your hair match that white vibe somehow?<</s>> My other friend countered. <<if $hair is "blonde">>Thankfully, my hair was already blonde so that would work.<<else>>Maybe I could dye my hair blonde to fit that "white" archetype?<</if>> //Sounds like a great idea. All I had to do was find the right white clothes to wear for our performance, and make sure my hair works with whatever we picked.// As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? //Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/statue-ir0.jpg" "The interracial statue">><<if $hair is "blonde">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><</if>><<if $panties.has("white white thong")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><</if>> We were positioned in our spot in the secluded display room of our school, ready for our parts, me in my chosen clothing and the boys in white shirts. Our presentation would be in different waves, each welcoming more people. We'd have to remain still while presenting our scene, and that was a challenge by itself. In my vulnerable clothing between the three attractive men, I felt like a naked person oggled by the people visiting us. And I lowkey liked it. I was getting turned on by the whole thing despite myself, but decided to pull myself together and remain in position, my hands on their bodies stable and unmoving. Theirs were a bit more active, softly roaming when they figured no one was looking, trying to relax into the position and softly turning me on. This was going to be a definite challenge, and I would have to undertake it like a big girl. Their bodies were on my mind. Their tight, attractive, muscular bodies... <<s Ruby>>Time for a break. 5 minutes!<</s>> The professir called out to us all, as we moved away from position. <<s Jerome>>Pretty good so far, don't you think?<</s>> I wanted to agree, but <<light Julio>> interjected. <<s Julio>>We need to do more.<</s>> He commented. <<s Samuel>>Like what?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> raised an eyebrow. <<s Julio>>We had agreed to take off our clothes, no? Vulnerability and all?<</s>> He asked, stating his point. <<s Samuel>>What about the rules against nudity?<</s>> <<s Julio>>So long as genitals don't show, we're fine to do whatever.<</s>> He commented, eager to see them take off their clothing. I was eager about it too, but didn't know what to expect should that happen. <<s Julio>>It's up to you, but I know it will help us with our grade.<</s>> He said, putting the ball in our court. <div id='choices'><<link "We're staying the way we are.">><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to risk the whole thing, or being seen while doing anything of the sort, and so decided to keep things the way they were, preferring to return to what we had been doing. It was our final chance to get a good grade, and I wanted us to have that chance. Unfortunately, it was too late when we noticed that almost all other groups had switched positions, taking up new angles in their still places. This helped them brave the challenge of staying still much better than we did.. And we were not as statue-like as we should've been. Boom, grade tanked, we received the bad news that we didn't do as well as expected... Maybe we should've done something differently? <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Take them off, boys.">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's only fair since I'm in my underwear that you join me.<</s>> I stated matter-of-factly, receiving grins from the boys. <<s Samuel>>The thing about that, we've opted not to wear underwear. So if we are to do that, you'd better take off your own too.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> stated, taking off his shirt and moving to his pants. The three men, impressive cocks breathing air as they took off their clothes, bodies glistening with a small sheen of sweat, looked at me, challenging me to follow them. Made my bed, time to lie in it. I took off my underwear, and stood naked in front of them and half my class. <<s Author>>We better hide our nudity.<</s>> I stated, immediately grabbed by <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>Come, I'll held you with that.<</s>> He stated, wrapping his arms around me posssessively. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir1.jpg' width='50%'> His hands on my body were forceful, powerful, erotic. And I loved it. Absolutely loved it. A few minutes later, We found our space to switch positions yet again. This time, <<light Samuel>> moved in closer, and I wrapped my arms around him. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir2.jpg' width='50%'> The closeness of our bodies, the intensity of our breaths against one another, I felt the heat rise even further through me as I allowed my hands to roam imperceptibly across his body. <<s Samuel>>You're so much more than I expected you to be.<</s>> He complimented me. <<s Author>>As are you. So hot.<</s>> I whispered back to him. Another few minutes of this intense position placed me in such a heated moment that I found I just had to sit. <<light Julio>> came at me from behind, hiding his body with mine, and his hard cock against my backside, resting it between my ass cheeks as it bobbed on me. <img src='images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir3.jpg' width='50%'> <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I said as I wrapped my arms around myself. <<s Julio>>I'm gay, <<print $name>>, if you haven't guessed so already. But flesh is flesh, and seeing your body on theirs is enough to make anyone thirst for you.<</s>> He stated in a low, sultry whisper, his breath sending shivers down my spine, as I felt myself heat up at his comment. <<s Author>>What waits for me then in the final stretch of this project?<</s>> I whispered back, multiple ideas coursing through me as I thought of what might await. <<s Julio>>I know men. And I know people like you. If you stay, you're getting fucked. Genitals won't show, so we'll be fine.<</s>> He stated, a beautiful threat escaping his lips and landing right on my heart. But did I want that in front of all these people? Did I care anymore? I knew professor <<light Ruby>> would not particularly like it, but when has this ever stopped me? I wanted it. I needed it. Was I strong enough to take it? I had to choose who I'd be sharing the stage with as well... <div id='choices2'><<link "Call it off">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I preffered not to place myself in this position, especially in front of everyone else there, especially since this whole thing was getting graded, especially since I wasn't that big of a fucking whore. As <<light Julio>> moved to step away, I held onto him tightly, giving a small whisper. <<s Author>>We're staying like this. That's the end of it.<</s>> And indeed, it was the end of this whole game, a gay man behind me not really pushing himself too hard against me, as the excitement settled down and I allowed myself to breathe a bit easier. This turned out to be the right choice for my grade as the professor appreciated our professionalism. //Professionalism, yeah right!// <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I need the powerful Jerome">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir4.jpg" width="70%"> My eyes drifted towards the powerful, muscular, enigmatic <<light Jerome>>, and something in me broke. His cock was showing, and it shouldn't be. I went immediately to him and lowered myself onto his cock, taking him in me. Not caring who saw what, not caring about the repercussions. I needed him in me and now I had him there, his huge cock pushing against my inner walls and making itself at home. and I wanted to keep it home, slowly and softly grinding myself against him, truly feeling the extacy of the moment. <<s Ruby>><<print $name>>, what are you doing?<</s>> The professor's voice softly moved me out of my reverie. <<s Author>>It's nothing big, professor.<</s>> I said, double entendre obvious. <<s Author>>We're not actually fucking, he's wearing a sleeve.<</s>> I answered using graphic words, and that was enough to deter her from continuing her line of questioning. Frustrated by our position, she couldn't say anything just yet, no genitals were showing. <<light Jerome>>, powerful brute with a cock of steel, started making it pump inside of me, flexing it against my inner walls and playing around inside. I moaned a bit. <<s Jerome>>Do you like that? Do you like my cock inside of you, you fucking whore?<</s>> He whispered, teasing me. I moaned in agreement. <<s Jerome>>Fuck yourself on me. Let go, and fuck yourself in front of all these people.<</s>> He commanded me, and I had half a mind to listen to him. I looked around. People were roaming about, some had been looking at us in our erotic position, and I was extremely turned on by this happening in public... But did I have what it took to really push the enveloppe, knowing full well how my grade would be impacted by it? <div id='choices3'><<link "This is my limit. Let's leave it at that.">><<replace "#choices3">>Deciding to leave it as it is, feeling his hard cock playing against my inside, I remained in position, not moving with the rhythm I wanted to move in, afraid of the perception of this whole thing. His cock kept throbbing, challenging me, yet I remained steadfast in my position, feeling it bump against me and failing to find true release. I wasn't having any of that release myself, but then again, I was having too much fun either way. The professor eventually called off the whole event, allowing me to finally move away from the person invading me. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $corruption gte 80>><<link "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices3">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir5.jpg" width="70%"> The gloves were off, and I was officially grinding myself against his cock, feeling it go in and out of me and filling me up. I was a slut that was getting fucked in front of the whole class, and I loved it. To hell with becoming prom queen, to hell with the expectations of the whole world of me. I needed some good dicking, and I was going to get it. And I got it. Again. And again. And again. Fucked like a bitch in heat in front of everyone, not that I cared about anyone, riding like a fucking cow. <<s Jerome>>People are looking at us.<</s>> He whispered to me, warning me of the danger. I was lost, eyes closed as I felt the sensation of his invading member. <<s Author>>Let them look. Turns me on.<</s>> I said back, fucking myself against him, riding hard. All the way until he came. Our movement wasn't much, but it was enough. He came and filled me, a whore at his penis, a slut in need of his sperm. In front of everyone that wanted to see. Anyone, including <<light Eric>>, <<light Leo>>, our professor, the girls' group. It didn't matter to me. I was satisfied, fucked just like I needed it, just like I was good for. The heat of the moment having passed, I barely felt any shame as we cleaned off. I got fucked, my grade got fucked, and I was happy. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked" "Not corrupted <img src='images/icons/corruption.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I need Samuel's loving">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir7.jpg" width="70%"> Down on all fours with his lips kissing my shoulder with eager need, our bodies were pressed against one another as I lied down in front of the powerful man, whose cock was nestled gently inside of my needy pussy. It throbbed and played inside, both of our genitals hidden in the positon we had chosen for ourselves. <<s Ruby>><<print $name>>, what are you doing?<</s>> The professor's voice softly moved me out of my reverie. <<s Author>>It's nothing big, professor.<</s>> I said, double entendre obvious. <<s Author>>We're not actually fucking, he's wearing a sleeve.<</s>> I answered using graphic words, and that was enough to deter the professor from continuing their line of questioning. They were frustrated by our position, yet couldn't say anything just yet, no genitals were showing. <<s Samuel>>What a fucking whore of a liar.<</s>> He said, a whisper in my ear. <<s Author>>Your whoring liar.<</s>> I answered him, as his hips softly buckled against mine at these words, a natural reaction for a man breeding a naughty slut in front of him. I moaned softly at that, and I was overtaken with unmistakable urges to take this even further. I was horny, in need, and wanted to take things further, yet didn't know how far I dared to go. If I moved too much, I'd definitely be caught and humiliated in front of all these people. If I didn't, I might regreat it for the rest of my days. I needed to follow my heart, a heart overtaken with horny hormones, that could potentially put my future in jeapordy. What if it took me towards my actual fate though? <div id='choices3'><<link "This is my limit. Let's leave it at that.">><<replace "#choices3">>Deciding to leave it as it is, feeling his hard cock playing against my inside, I remained in position, not moving with the rhythm I wanted to move in, afraid of the perception of this whole thing. His cock kept throbbing, challenging me, yet I remained steadfast in my position, feeling it bump against me and failing to find true release. I wasn't having any of that release myself, but then again, I was having too much fun either way. The professor eventually called off the whole event, allowing me to finally move away from the person invading me. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $corruption gte 80>><<link "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices3">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir5.jpg" width="70%"> The gloves were off, and I was officially grinding myself against his cock, feeling it go in and out of me and filling me up. I was a slut that was getting fucked in front of the whole class, and I loved it. To hell with becoming prom queen, to hell with the expectations of the whole world of me. I needed some good dicking, and I was going to get it. And I got it. Again. And again. And again. Fucked like a bitch in heat in front of everyone, not that I cared about anyone. <<s Samuel>>People are looking at us.<</s>> He whispered in my ear, warning me of the danger. I was lost. <<s Author>>Let them look. Turns me on.<</s>> I said back, fucking myself against him. All the way until he came. Our movement wasn't much, but it was enough. He came and filled me, a whore at his penis, a slut in need of his sperm. In front of everyone that wanted to see. Anyone, including <<light Eric>>, <<light Leo>>, our professor, the girls' group. It didn't matter to me. I was satisfied, fucked just like I needed it, just like I was good for. The heat of the moment having passed, I barely felt any shame as we cleaned off. I got fucked, my grade got fucked, and I was happy. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fuck it. I'm getting fucked" "Not corrupted <img src='images/icons/corruption.png'> enough">><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $sexskill gte 25>><<link "Turning a gay man straight is hot. Julio's got my attention.">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/statue-ir6.jpg" width="50%"> Turning quickly so as not to show any of my genitals, I quickly laid down in front of the gay man, his cock against my lips. <<s Author>>Your cock shouldn't be out. Here, let me hide it for you.<</s>> I said, placing my lips around it and taking it all in. <<s Julio>>What are you?<</s>> He started talking, before shutting up as he noticed that the professor was away, not wanting to alarm her. His cock wasn't as big as the other two, and I'd thankfully had enough experience sucking dick elsewhere that I could handle his, keeping it all in my mouth as it nestled against the back of my throat. I kept my cool and controlled my breathing, gag reflex forgotten as I kept him in there. I wanted more of him... If he came, he'd be soft in my mouth. And with that realization, I sucked harder and harder, my tongue playing with the underside of his impressive member, until he buckled inside of me and came rope after rope of his glorious white liquid. I sucked and gulped, tasting his offering, the offering of a gay man who got too turned on to deny me, who I sucked to completion. I was happy, feeling accomplished, as I allowed his cock to stay in my mouth. That guy was a shower, not a grower, and his cock remained big in there. Nevermind, I felt right at home! Eventually, our time there was up, and he gave a final whisper my way. <<s Julio>>You were made for black cock.<</s>> He praised me, and I felt a beautiful sense of accomplishment. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I choose Julio" "Not sexually knowledgable enough for this.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The feminine energy was through the roof as we made our way to our side of the room, all four of us girls united for once. <<s Eva>>It's like the old days when we all would go to birthdays together.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to muse over the past, remembering the "good old days". <<s Yara>>Those were the days! But they're back!<</s>> <<light Yara>> joined in, excited. <<s Author>>Hey that could be the theme of our poem? The good old days?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was not on the same page as the rest of us. She looked obviously thoughtful. <<s Jasmin>>Do you think he's mad at me?<</s>> She asked to no one in particular. <<light Yara>>, true to herself, was quick to interject and distract her from her musing. <<s Yara>>You seriously don't need him, Jasmin. You're stronger without him.<</s>> Her not-so-hidden anti-men agenda obvious. <<s Yara>>Seriously, I don't get what you see in that guy.<</s>> She added, dismissing all of his positive qualities. <<s Jasmin>>The way he... He just knows how to lead.<</s>> <<s Yara>>He's not the only one.<</s>> The athletic friend spoke confidently, alluding to herself. <<s Yara>>Let's get to work now, shall we?<</s>> She was quick to yet again take the lead as she always tries to, getting us to work for her almost as we discussed our poem and worked on its rhymes. <<s Ruby>>Only 5 minutes left of class.<</s>> The professor interjected as we were getting into the swing of things, <<s Ruby>>Remember that these poems are for next session, not this one, so you'll have all week to work on them.<</s>> I looked at my friends. We had made some progress, but we were still far from over... <<s Author>>What to do?<</s>> I asked them, trying to see what they would suggest. <<s Jasmin>>We've already done so much!<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's true. I'd say divide and conquer. We don't need to all be present to finish up the project.<</s>> <<light Eva>> added. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> needs to be there though.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was quick to add, <<s Yara>>She's got this whole thing locked down!<</s>> //Dammit, that's what I get for being so good.// <<s Author>>What about Eva, she's pretty good too!<</s>> I said, complimenting my other friend, trying to move the blame away. <<s Eva>>You're too kind.<</s>> She obviously wasn't as thrilled about the extra homework. <<s Jasmin>>Choice is yours on who you want to join you.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> finally said, looking at me. Did I want to put <<light Yara>> in the same spot as I was, and have her work with me on this? Or was it better to stick to <<light Eva>> since she was potentially the smartest between the three of them? <<light Jasmin>> was also a choice to consider, and it was after all an opportunity for us to get closer... //Who to work with?// <div id='choices'><<link "I choose Yara">><<pickup $class "YaraG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Revenge is a dish best served steaming hot. <<s Author>>Obviously, if there is anyone that is suited for the job, it would be Yara.<</s>> I announced, smiling. <<s Author>>After all, that's what a leader does, lead by example, right?<</s>> <<light Yara>> gave a naughty smile, appreciating the way I subtly stood up to her. <<s Yara>>And lead you I will.<</s>> She said, savoring the words. I didn't know what I got myself into, all I knew is that I'd be meeting <<light Yara>> at the library sometime this week. //I made a mental note of that.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Eva">><<pickup $class "EvaG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Obviously, the thing that would improve our chances for a good grade the most was to have <<light Eva>> join me for our finishing touches on the poem. <<s Author>>I couldn't do it without Eva.<</s>> I admitted, and saw <<light Eva>> take in the information gracefully. <<s Eva>>Thanks for the trust.<</s>> She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. <<s Yara>>It's decided then!<</s>> Our "leader" interjected. <<s Yara>>You two will finish the project this week.<</s>> <<s Author>>See you at the library?<</s>> I asked my friend expectantly, receiving a nod for it. I made a mental note to meet <<light Eva>> at the library sometime this week to work on the project. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I choose Jasmin">><<pickup $class "JasminG3" 1 "S1G3" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt like a good temper and some skin in the game was exactly what was needed for those finishing touches at the library. <<s Author>>I'm sure Jasmin will be great for the job.<</s>> I announced, immediately met by a hug from my friend. <<s Jasmin>>You know it! Let's do this.<</s>> She was excited. <<s Yara>>Awesome!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll meet you at the library sometime this week?<</s>> My friend asked me. <<s Author>>Sounds great.<</s>> I made a mental note to meet <<light Jasmin>> at the library one of these days to work on our project. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Poetry Presentation">> It was time to present our poetry in class. As each group stood and started performing their piece, emotiones ran high and low as some presented some good pieces while others completely butchered the job. It was our time to present our piece, and the group ushered me forward to read what we had written. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>><center>"For it is through distance, Through time's resitance, And events' insistence, That love persists."</center> As I stood and spoke, I could see the effect the written words were having on our colleagues, who were quite appreciative of what we had to offer. A few smiles, a few nods, I could see we had engaged the whole class, and our grade was to reflect that for sure. <<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>><center>"Time and time again, Will make the man insane, And repeat his mistakes, for with time he'll wane."</center> My performance might've saved the poetry we had written, as I noticed our class and teacher were less than impressed with the performance we had to offer. I figured we could've done better, but we still presented something more acceptable than others in our class...<<else>><center>"Listen, and you shall receive, And the light, you shall perceive."</center> An absolute butchered job of the project made me look like a total fool in front of the class. As I dealt with the repercussions of such a shamed performance, I could only imagine how our grade would be impacted by this project. And indeed, it was bad!<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>. //Our professor, <<light Ruby>>, was ready to move on to the next project.//<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<link "Time for the painting!">><<pickup $class "S2G3" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>> This upcoming project is a simple one, and I'd recommend you all work as a team to make it work!<</s>> They had started introducing the project, talking quite sternly for someone whose life revolves around the arts. <<s Ruby>>Using the skills I've taught you in class, I'd like each group to paint me an expressionist painting. You can choose to start now, but the painting needs to be presented to me this upcoming Monday, fully finished.<</s>> I looked at my friends, who were taking in the information just as I was. <<s Ruby>>Let's go, onto it!<</s>> She rushed us along, pushing us to start working together. As I regrouped with my friends to talk about the upcoming project, the topic of the one that passed was not lost on them. <<if $class.has("JasminG3Done")>><<light Jasmin>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Eva>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> She said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Eva>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Eva>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Jasmin>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Julio>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Yara>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Eva>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("EvaG3Done")>><<light Eva>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Yara>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> A distracted <<light Jasmin>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Jasmin>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Jasmin>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Eva>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Yara>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("YaraG3Done")>><<light Yara>> and I had met during the week to work on the project, and the final outcome was on us. <<if $group3grade gt 0>><<s Eva>>Great job you two!<</s>> My friend was quick to praise us on our performance. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Couldn't have done it without this one here.<</s>> I nudged my group partner as she smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me I gotta slink away for a moment.<</s>> A distracted <<light Jasmin>> said, moving away from the group. <<s Yara>>Let's move on to our project, I guess!<</s>> <<elseif $group3grade is 0>><<s Jasmin>>I know you guys could've done better, but it's still pretty good all things considered.<</s>> While <<light Jasmin>> was critical of our performance, I understood her point of view. My partner was not as kind to the criticism. <<s Yara>>If you have a problem with it maybe you should've been the one to do the work.<</s>> She said with exasperation. <<s Jasmin>>Maybe.<</s>> The tension was high, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to break it. <<s Jasmin>>Doesn't matter. I've got something to do. I'll be back.<</s>> She announced, taking her leave from the group. <<s Author>>Back to the next project?<</s>> I asked, eager to move on from the small hurdle along the way. <<else>><<s Eva>>You guys could've done so much better with your poem.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Shit man, this shit was not easy!<</s>> My partner spoke defensively, before being cut off. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless. Anyone would've known this whole thing is shit.<</s>> She had a point. We didn't really try too hard to make it work after all... <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me.<</s>> Not even bothering to continue the conversation, <<light Jasmin>> took her leave. <<s Author>>We did bad, No time like the present to switch things to our advantage again, right?<</s>> I said, wanting to move on from that temporary hurdle.<</if>><</if>> <<s Yara>>So, any ideas on what we should do?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s Eva>>Obviously doing something expressionist is the easiest way to go about doing this.<</s>> <<light Eva>> spoke. <<s Author>>When are you free to meet?<</s>> After a few minutes of conversation, we finally agreed to meet the upcoming Sunday at my place to work on the project. I just had to make sure I wore clothes that I didn't mind getting dirty. After all, we will be playing with paint! <<s Author>>Sounds like a plan, I'll see you guys on Sunday!<</s>> I announced, eager to see where the project would take us. Moving on from the conversation, I noticed <<light Jasmin>> was still missing. As I looked at the team member that missed from the conversation, I saw them engaged in a heated talk with their partner. <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>>'s voices rose as they argued. <<link "Let's see what this is about." "Group Project Bet">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><div id='continue'><<if $class.has("S2G3Done")>>After meeting yesterday to work on our paitning, we were now ready to present it in front of our whole class, as my group brought it to the forefront of the class and showed it off. Eyes fell on it as people took in our creation, critically looking at what we had made. <<if $group3tempgrade gt 0>>Our work was positively viewed by people looking at it, as they took in all the intricacies of the project we were presenting. While we might not have had the most fun working on it, the grade outcome was sure to be positive. This seemed to also catch the boys' attention who were positively impressed by our presentation.<<elseif $group3tempgrade is 0>>Our portrait was not the best one out there, but it still caught quite a few eyes as they looked at the ideas we presented. The thought was there, the executon, not as much.<<else>>Not many people decided to stay long around our portrait, as they preferred many more over us. As expected, our grade was going to suffer from this newest advancement. //But did I really care anymore?//<</if>> On the other side of the class, the boys' group was also presenting their own portrait, and seemed to be gathering quite the positive attention. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>While I was happy for them, I was worried of what that meant for our bet and whether or not we'd end up being successful...<</if>> Our final grade change is <<print $group3tempgrade>>.<<set $group3grade += $group3tempgrade>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> This project was over and done with for now, and our professor was ready to move on to the next.<<else>><<drop $class "S2G3" 1>><<less "group3grade" 3>>We hadn't managed to meet up to work on the painting for this class, and due to that, our grade suffered immensely. I should've greeted them when they came over to my house on Sunday! The mood shifted sour immediately as we dealed with the repercussions of this revelation. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>There was no way we'd win the bet now.<</if>> Despite all the infighting, we had to stop our arguing as the professor spoke up. //They were ready to move on to the next project.//<</if>> <<link "Time for the final project, the statues!">><<replace "#continue">><<s Ruby>>Your last project, a true representation of your artistic capabilities, is the statue.<</s>> Our professor began speaking, telling us all about it. <<s Ruby>>Unlike what you would expect of me introducing this, I have some serious news regarding your project. This one will require you to put not only your skills on the line, but your bodies too.<</s>> I looked at <<light Yara>>, sitting next to me, and saw that her eyes matched mine in worried intrigue. <<s Ruby>>You all are to create live statues, using your own bodies as the stone upon which it is built, to present your project. It needs to have a theme, obviously, and all of the group needs to participate in it.<</s>> The professor elaborated further, <<s Ruby>>We'll be presenting these statues to all of the school during class times, the time during which you'll be making your performance in the main hall of the school.<</s>> <<s stranger>>So it'll be in public?<</s>> One of the students asked the question that was probably on everyone's minds. <<s Ruby>>That is correct. You'll be choosing your project now and will have all week till next monday to prepare for the next performance.<</s>> I turned to look at my group, to see what they thought of that recent development. This was going to be challenging. <<s Eva>>I have the perfect idea for this. I've been thinking of it ever since the professor proposed the project to us.<</s>> My friend immediately spoke up, eager to share her thought with us. <<s Yara>>I knew you had it in you. Let 'er rip!<</s>> <<light Yara>> encouraged her. <<s Eva>>Well, we're four girls, and there's four seasons, each represented by one of the Horae, the goddesses of seasons.<</s>> She called out eagerly, partcularly excited about the idea she was to present. <<s Yara>>So we'd each be a season!<</s>> My friend was just as engaged. <<s Eva>>Exactly!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was excited. Her excitement was rubbing off on me. <<s Jasmin>>What season will each of us be? I feel like being wintery with my blonde hair...<</s>> <<s Yara>>That sounds logical. What do y'all think?<</s>> Yara asked excitedly. <<light Eva>> elaborated on her idea: <<s Eva>>Whatever we choose to do, we gotta make sure that we fit the part entirely. Dress and makeup. Even our hair.<</s>> So in other words, whatever season I chose to take, I'd have to dye my hair that color and probably wear something similar too. <<light Yara>> wanted to propose something even further advanced. <<s Yara>>I feel like we should also push this even further. Robes and lingerie. Something to really be remembered by, to really catch the attention and get the highest grade possible.<</s>> <<light Eva>> looked at her confused. <<s Yara>>These goddesses of the seasons are probably very sensual beings, don't you think?<</s>> She explained herself convincingly. //So whatever I chose I'd also have to buy lingerie of that color...// //What was I getting myself into?// <div id='choices'><<link "A fiery red autumn">><<pickup $class "S4G3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Some red hair for autumn would be glorious, I feel!<</s>> I announced, ready to fill in that part and anxious about the whole dressing up part. <<s Yara>>Amazing. That way Eva can dye her hair pink for spring and I'll be all summery! Let's do this!<</s>> My friend called out, decision made. I had till next monday to make sure my hair and underwear fit the part required, but couldn't wait to see what my friends would look like by the end of this! As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? //Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "A blonde breezy summer">><<pickup $class "S5G3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Some blonde hair and summer vibes, I'm all in for it!<</s>> I announced, ready to fill in that part and anxious about the whole dressing up part. <<s Yara>>Amazing. That way Eva can dye her hair pink for spring and I'll keep my brown hair for autumn! Let's do this!<</s>> My friend called out, decision made. I had till next monday to make sure my hair and underwear fit the part required, but couldn't wait to see what my friends would look like by the end of this! As I turned to leave class, I looked at my professor and thought of an idea to improve my grades... What if I reached out to her to see if there's something I can do to secure a higher grade, on a personal level? //Maybe I can find her in the evening at school...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo1.jpg" "Muses in their natural habitat">> We were in our clothing, each in her own style and trying her best to look her prettiest. Four muses, each representing one season. Four girls, who were extremely hot, in their underwear, acting regal. And I didn't know why it made me feel hot, but it did. People passing by were staring, and it was creating a beautiful heat in my panties. The girls I was with were the peak of beauty, and I was lucky to be between them. I felt hot and bothered being with them. <<s Ruby>>5 minutes break and we're back to it!<</s>> The professor's words shook me out of my reverie, pulling me to reality as we stepped down from our positions. <<s Yara>>Let's do more. I want to do more.<</s>> My friend called out, eager to turn the heat up. If anything, I figured it was best to hear her out. <<s Yara>>Let's make our portrait something more... enticing. Charged.<</s>> She suggested. <<s Eva>>What do you suggest?<</s>> As usual, <<light Eva>> was skeptic of what <<light Yara>> would suggest. <<s Yara>>I suggest we get closer, and you sluts follow your instincts in creating a portrait that people will truly feel for.<</s>> <<light Eva>> thought about it for a moment. <<s Eva>>I don't know really...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>If it helps with the grade, I'm all for it.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> announced, looking at the boys on the other side of the room, a million calculations coursing through her mind. They all eventually turned to me for guidance. As usual, I'd be the one to help them with their decision... <div id='choices'><<link "Better leave it as it is.">><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I chose to listen to <<light Eva>> ultimately, deciding not to switch things up too much in between iterations. We were relaxed, and changing that wouldn't help us much. And so, we went back to out initial positions, not moving much, and waiting for the session to pass. Our grade wasn't too grade neither too bad, a good balance that we had become accustomed to. <<s Ruby>>Great job everyone!<</s>> The professor finally announced, dismissing us. <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -30>><<link "Yara never steered us wrong.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo2.jpg">> It didn't matter whether <<light Yara>> was right or not. All that mattered was that she had made a request, one that I agreed with. <<s Author>>You're right. We need the grade and it wouldn't hurt to get closer to your body.<</s>> I said, already kneeling next to her like I had gotten used to doing. She was my superior, and I'd make it clear to the other people in our group that if we are to continue, it'd be the way <<light Yara>> wanted. Soon, we were all in our slutty positions, the whole "muse" ideology long lost and simply following our true nature as horny lesbians. My hands wrapped around her leg, feeling subservient to my dominant friend, as I received a smile from her. She liked me in this position, and I liked being in it. We were whores on display, we were submissives to the athletic person between us and the desires she fired in us, and our grade suffered for it. But there was no suffering for me as I got to kneel next to my superior like that. I'd do it any day of the week, all things damned. //God am I horny!// <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yara never steered us wrong" "I am not submissive <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough towards her.">><</if>> <<link "Even better: Let's use our 'ass'ets.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/statue-lesbo3.jpg">> Bent over, asses out, next to each other and in heat, our wet panties were on display as we put ourselves in this vulnerable position, horny muses ready for breeding. "Mother nature is breedable and eager" I have no idea what we meant by our psoition, but art is very vague it seems. And in doing what we did, we received high praise from many of the people there. Fuck! It seems being a wanton slut who puts her body o display actually pays off! And the lesbo vibes definitely helped us sell this imagery. I couldn't deny that I myself was turned on by my friends' beautiful assets. I wanted to sleep with them just as much as any observer did! <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>As we prepared ourselves to leave and move on with our days, I saw <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> meet up, the formerly issued challenge now having reached its conclusion. <<link "Who won?" "Group Project Bet">><<add "group3grade" $group3tempgrade>><</link>><<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>><<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if $group3 is "Boys">><<goto "Boys Group">><<elseif $group3 is "Girls">><<goto "Girls Group">><<else>><<set $group3grade to 0>><<set $group3tempgrade to 0>> <<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "Third Month - Arts Project">>A third project awaited us this month, and it was a very interesting one also. <<pic Ruby>><</pic>> Standing in front of the class, our arts teacher, <<light Ruby>>, spoke clearly: <<s Ruby>>This month's project, finally, is mine to give. I swear I never understood why the school insisted on me, the arts teacher, not giving any projects for you to create at home.<</s>> There was an obvious hurt in the tone of their voice, and her annoyance was clear. She finally held the reins, though, and that potentially spelled bad news for all of us. She was going to get demanding... <<s Ruby>>Since I'm the one in charge, I can finally make up for lost time and give you all something to really challenge your artistic skills.<</s>> She sounded off, confident yet intimidating. <<light Ruby>> was always an interesting individual, considering her body a work of art, and paitning it with beautiful tattoos all over. I had no idea what to expect, but was soon to find out. And it was a woozy! <<s Ruby>>This month, you'll be separated into groups of 4, and will be presenting a full rendition of an era of arts of your choosing. I am expecting a painting, a poem, and a statue to be presented at each of the upcoming classes. That means a whole lot of work for you, and a whole lot of grading for me.<</s>> //That means a whole lot of bullshit!// I thought to myself after finding out how intense the upcoming month would become for me and whoever was in my group. Indeed, <<light Ruby>> was insane, asking this much from us, but I guess it couldn't be helped otherwise. We had to play along despite what we personally thought... <<s Ruby>>So for today, I'd like you all to separate into your groups of 4 and start writing these poems for next time. Come on.<</s>> She ushered us along, hoping to see some creative work. <<s Jerome>>This is absolute bullshit.<</s>> My black friend, <<light Jerome>>, whispered next to me with anger. <<s Julio>>Hey it's okay, I've got you.<</s>> Another black man, <<light Julio>> approched the angry student. Groups were starting to form across the classroom, as I saw <<light Leo>> and <<light Eric>> join two of the former's theater friends. <<light Yara>>, who had <<light Eva>> in tow and <<light Jasmin>> following them, approached me and caught my attention. <<s Yara>>Hey <<print $name>>. What say you join our killer team? I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our group.<</s>> She spoke with confidence, as if it was a given that I'd accept and join her team. <<s Samuel>>Too late, Yara.<</s>> An approaching <<light Samuel>> spoke, having joined <<light Julio>> and <<light Jerome>> in their team. <<s Samuel>><<print $name>> is going to be joining us.<</s>> He too spoke with confidence, as if my submission would be a given. <<s Samuel>>Isn't that right, <<print $name>>?<</s>> He continued, catching my attention once more. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome, seriously? That's your group?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What, you really think yours is in much better form?<</s>> He called her out, pointing at her partners. There was an undeniable tension, and the way these two bickered with one another there was sure to be an intense month awaiting us. But a decision had to be made, one that would impact a lot in the coming few weeks. <div id='choices'><<link "Choose the girls">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set $group3 to "Girls">><<replace "#choices">>The way he spoke so arrogantly, so confidently, rubbed me the wrong way. I needed to put him in his place. <<s Author>>Nah, Samuel. You're mistaken. I'm with the girls on this one.<</s>> I said, confidently. A frustrated <<light Samuel>> turned towards his teammates, dejected. <<s Jerome>>Don't worry, bro, we'll find a better someone to join us.<</s>> The hulking member of their team spoke. <<s Jasmin>>Sure you will.<</s>> My friend and now teammate decided to tease him. As if on cue, <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader, decided to approach their team and offer her help. <<s Angela>>Couldn't help but overhear that y'all need my help?<</s>> Her Southern accent ringed in our ears, as we turned to see the boys greet her with them with confidence. //It was definitely going to be an intense week!// <<link "Poetry time" "Girls Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<dark "*" "Lesbian and Lezdom Harem Content">> <<link "Choose the boys">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set $group3 to "Boys">><<replace "#choices">>There was no denying that the way <<light Samuel>> and the boys approached me was thrilling and oddly engaging. I found myself agreeing with their standpoint, offering my help. Or rather, admitting that it was theirs all along. <<s Author>>Samuel is right. I'm with the boys on this one.<</s>> I spoke as I approached their ranks, feeling his hand hooking around me possessively. <<s Jerome>>Yeah, we don't need anyone else with us.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> teased <<light Jasmin>> as he spoke, smiling wide. <<s Jasmin>>Have fun with her. Maybe then she'd bring some sort of artistry to your ranks!<</s>> An angry <<light Jasmin>> spoke in retaliation. <<light Yara>> decided to also chime in. <<s Yara>>Good luck with these brutes, you're gonna need it.<</s>> She commented. <<s Samuel>>You too, Yara, you too.<</s>> The possessive <<light Samuel>> spoke up, his hand still around my waist and his smile now even wider. As if on cue, <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader, decided to approach their team and offer her help. <<s Angela>>Couldn't help but overhear that y'all need my hep?<</s>> Her Southern accent ringed in our ears, as the girls enthusiastically greeted her in their ranks. I knew that whatever the upcoming month brought, it'd be an intense week regardless. <<link "Poetry time" "Boys Group">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<dark "*" "Blacked and BNWO Orgy Content">></div><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>> Their argument was quick to catch my ears as I approached the bickering couple more and more. <<s Jasmin>>Obviously my team is a better one! We've got you beat in all aspects!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Oh please, we both know you'd never have what it takes to be better than me.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>But I am better than you!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You really believe so?<</s>> He talked with a threatening voice, getting closer to her in an attempt to intimidate her. <<s Jasmin>>I know so.<</s>> She, for once, stood her ground. <<light Jerome>>'s eyes twinkled with an inexpressible anger, before his mouth shifted into a wide smirk as he made some sort of a decision. <<s Jerome>>Willing to bet on it?<</s>> He spoke in the same heavy, threatening voice. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Definitely.<</s>> There was confidence again, unfamiliar to my friend. I looked on in rapt attention as they discussed the terms of the bet. <<s Jerome>>Very well then. If you get a lower grade than my team does, you're to serve all three of our boys with your mouths. All of your team. Not just you.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's crazy! They would never.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What, afraid you'll lose?<</s>> He asked, looking to trick my friend. She didn't falter enough and took the bait. <<s Jasmin>>I'm all for it.<</s>> She spoke. <<s Jasmin>>But if you lose, you boys will have to dress up like girls for a full school day and do whatever we tell you.<</s>> Her own stakes were quite high as well. She really was confident! <<s Jerome>>I'm all for that bet. Make sure your team is fine with the terms. If they are, you're so on.<</s>> He stared at her menacingly, before they both turned towards me. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>, you're here!<</s>> <<s Author>>I heard all that.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And? Are you in? Will you help me convince the girls with it?<</s>> She looked at me expectantly, awaiting my reaction, be it positive or negative. <div id='choices'><<link "Let's convince them">><<set $betforgroup3 to true>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I found nothing wrong in going for the bet. Either way, I was going to win and that would be a delectable victory. <<s Author>>Let's do this, let's convince them.<</s>> I said to my friend, before hooking my arms around hers to head towards them. <<s Jasmin>>Eva will definitely be easy to convince. Yara's the one I'm afraid of. She's got a stick up her ass.<</s>> My friend didn't care to filter her words. I leaned towards agreeing with her though. <<s Author>>Don't say that to her though, she'd eat you up alive.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>She wishes she could eat me up!<</s>> My friend exclaimed in a jokeful manner as we reached our friends. <<s Yara>>What's up?<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked at us, studying our faces for information. <<s Author>>Jasmin made a bet. With Jerome.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>And?<</s>> Time to get that convincing going. <<s Author>>And it involves you.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh really? What was the bet about?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>If we get a higher grade, their group has to dress up all feminine for a day.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> beamed while saying this, confident in her tone. <<s Yara>>Easy win.<</s>> My dominant friend was smiling at this point. <<s Eva>>What if we lose?<</s>> True to form, <<light Eva>> asked the right question. <<s Jasmin>>If we lose, our team each owes them a blowjob.<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked at us incredulously. <<s Yara>>What kind of fucking bet is this?<</s>> She was utterly confused. <<s Jasmin>>The kind we can win and not worry about.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was quick to reply. <div id='choices2'><<link "Play mind games">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $group3 is "Girls">><<s Author>>Come on, Yara. With you as leader, there's no way we'd lose!<</s>> I sucked up to her, trying to rope her in. <<s Yara>>That's not the point...<</s>> Her commitment was wavering. <<s Author>>I never figured you'd be one to back down from a challenge!<</s>> I said, smiling at her. She cracked. <<s Yara>>I'm not. I'm not. Let's beat these guys. But y'all better put on your A-Game!<</s>> She threatened us. I smiled to <<light Jasmin>> at this small success. <<light Yara>> was on our side. <<light Eva>> was quick to follow along, as they gave us their agreement to the bet. I went back with <<light Jasmin>> towards the other group. <<s Jasmin>>You really know her buttons!<</s>> She said as we made our way there. <<s Author>>And I know she'll drill us even harder on this project now.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's what we need, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, of course?<</s>> I looked at her, not quite understanding where her question was coming from, as we got to <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>So?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You're so on.<</s>> He smiled wide. <<s Jerome>>Good, I can't wait to see you all with a big black cock stretching your mouths. Especially that frigid whore Yara.<</s>> He said, his words immediately striking a clear image in my mind on what could potentially happen, and unwittingly causing a stir in my loins. <<light Jasmin>> probably felt that same thing, as I heard her stifle a moan. <<s Jasmin>>We'll see about that.<</s>> She barely got out. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <<else>><<s Author>>What, too afraid to take on a bet you know you'll lose?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'd never lose.<</s>>She was quick to retaliate. <<s Yara>>It's just so sickening thinking about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Never figured you'd be one to back up from a challenge!<</s>> I teased her, knowing exactly what buttons to press. <<s Yara>>I'm not. What's your forfeit, though?<</s>> I didn't quite understand what she meant by that. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I mean, win or lose, you're not affected.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>What if we add a stipulation. Win, I give you that blowjob. Lose, you are my pet for a day.<</s>> She had yet again turned the tables on me, challenging me with a choice of my own. <<s Yara>>Think about it. And see what you're up for.<</s>> I couldn't help but feel like it was some sort of a win/win situation for her, as I headed back with <<light Jasmin>> towards my own group and <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jasmin>>What will you choose?<</s>> My friend was intrigued as I allowed the thoughts to swirl in my head. <<s Author>>It's high stakes alright.<</s>> I said, slightly apprehensive of the whole thing. We reached my teammate, who looked at us expectantly. <<s Jerome>>So?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> turned towards me to see what choice I was going to make. <div id='choices3'><<link "We're on.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>We're on.<</s>> I said confidently. They both beamed at my answer, as I looked at them go back to their arguing over which team would win. <<light Yara>> definitely considered both outcomes as wins in her books. Did I think of them the same? Only time was going to tell... <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<if $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "*" "You've opted out of this kind of content. The other option is better for you.">><</if>> <<link "Bet's off">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't willing to challenge her like that. This was too much on the line. <<s Author>>Bet is off.<</s>> I said, dejectedly. <<light Jasmin>> was not so pleased with the outcome, but understood my position. <<s Jasmin>>Too bad.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Too bad indeed, you girls would've looked amazing with your lips wrapped about our cocks.<</s>> I shuddered at the thought of such an image, my own reality slightly different with a cunt-munching <<light Yara>> at my nether region no longer being a reality. <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay silent">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't now what to say to make things better, and so elected to remain silent as I saw the argument devolve until eventually the bet was off. <<light Jasmin>> dejectedly went back with me to inform <<light Jerome>> of the news. <<s Jerome>>Too bad. I was looking forward to having y'all four blowing us off like the horny bitches I know you are.<</s>> His powerful words struck an interesting image in my mind for a moment, before disappearing. //Well that's that I guess.// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "The bet will fall apart">></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "This whole bet is stupid">><<set $betforgroup3 to false>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at <<light Jasmin>> sternly, not quite believing what she was trying to get us all into. <<s Author>>This bet is stupid. I'm not agreeing to it.<</s>> I said, before taking my leave. The two of them were dejected by my reaction, clearly sad at some sort of a lost opportunity. They seriously are all about sex, these two. No filter whatsoever. //I'm glad I didn't take that bet, who knows what could've happened!// <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group3 is "Boys" and $group3grade gte 3>><<add "arousal" 50>>Here we were, the two groups having stayed behind in the class, calculating the differences in our scores. <<s Jasmin>>We've had one grade addition for each of our projects. You all don't even stand a chance!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> called out excitedly. <<light Jerome>> was smiling, eager to prove her wrong. <<s Jerome>>And yet, here we are. With <<print $group3grade>> points.<</s>> He announced. <<s Jasmin>>What? That can't be!<</s>> <<s Author>>Read them and weep.<</s>> I handed over the piece of paper that announced the news. <<s Yara>>So that means...<</s>> My dominant friend was apprehensive of what was to happen here. <<s Samuel>>We'll take it easy on you. But you all better kneel.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> spoke out, his hand already placed on <<light Yara>>'s shoulder and pushing her to her knees. Near them, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Angela>> were finding their place near <<light Jerome>> while <<light Julio>> accosted <<light Eva>>. <<s Julio>>Lips are lips.<</s>> The queer <<light Julio>> spoke as he brought her down to her knees. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj5.jpg">> I wouldn't be having an actual role to play in this naughty blowrgy, but I figured playing support and pushing my friends' limits would be a noble job as any. //I could interact with any of the girls I might want to, and influence them to do a better job if I want that to happen.// <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">> <div id='continue'><div id='choice1'><<if $Yara gte 20>><<link "Yara needs to put more in her mouth.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<replace "#choice1">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">>I approached my dominant friend, now on her knees in front of the impressive black cock that <<light Samuel>> wielded. <<s Yara>>Do I seriously have to get this in my mouth?<</s>> She asked, seeming nauseated. <<s Author>>Yara it's only a cock. And it's his right. He's won and you lost.<</s>> I taunted her, instilling the knowledge inside of her that she indeed was a loser. <<s Yara>>I shouldn't have lost. I did everything right.<</s>> She argued. <<s Author>>Yet you lost, so you obviously were wrong. Get that cock in your mouth.<</s>> I ordered her, my hand grabbing the cock and pushing her head onto it. Her lips parted to welcome the invading member. Here she was, my dominant, athletic, and quite courageous friend, on her knees with a big black cock in her mouth, serving just like her friends around her did. Gone were the days where she could claim she was better than others because she was "pure" or whatnot... Gone were the days where people would see her as a gem, she was now on her knees serving another. And whether she liked it or not, despite the struggle she was having in fitting him in her mouth, her athleticism never left her, and her breathing remained controlled as she kept taking more and more of him inside of her mouth. She might have not done this before, but her competitive nature wasn't going to let her give up and offer a less-than stellar performance. If she was a white cock slut, she'd be the best one here! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yara" "Not close enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Yara">><<replace "#choice1">>I let <<light Yara>> do her thing at her own pace, on her knees in front of <<light Samuel>>.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice2'><<if $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "Jasmin and Angela need to fight over the cock">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#choice2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">>Near me, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Angela>> were nursing on <<light Jerome>>'s huge cock, his stiff member like a pillar between their pouty lips. <<light Jasmin>> had challenged the man, thinking she was better than him, and was proven wrong. Near her, <<light Angela>>, the head cheerleader, was also proven to be a failure in this bet, and I was more than happy to see her on her knees with my friend. They were respectful of each other, serving the cock in unison... Yet whores like this needed to be put in their place. <<s Author>>You two are so boring. You lost, live with it.<</s>> I immediately attacked their pride, as they looked up at me from their kneeling position. <<s Author>>I know you have more in you than this simple kissing and licking. Jasmin, you've served that cock long enough to know what makes it explode, are you going to let her take that away from you?<</s>> Sluts without remorse, their attitude towards each other and the cock that stood between them changed, now a true fight arising between them as they rushed to prove themselves to the black python that separated them. How easy it is to turn two white girls who were friends and worked on the same group into opposing forces once their horniness for a black cock started controlling them! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Jasmin and Angela" "World not blacked enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Jasmin and Angela">><<replace "#choice2">>I let <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Angela>> blow off <<light Jerome>> leisurely.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice3'><<if $evasub gte 15>><<link "Eva needs to let go of inhibitions">><<add "evasub" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choice3">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-normal.jpg">>I noticed my friend <<light Eva>> struggle a bit to take <<light Julio>>'s cock. This one was less than eager to have her on her knees in front of him. <<s Author>>At this pace, you'll never make him cum.<</s>> I teased her, attacking her pride as she looked up at me stunned. <<s Eva>>But I don't know what to do!<</s>> She was hurt by the whole situation, and it was obvious she was struggling and wanted it done as soon as possible. <<s Author>>A loser whore who doesn't know how to serve her betters.<</s>> I attacked her directly, feeling power course through me. <<s Author>>You need to serve him better. You need to give it your all. You lost, you're a failure. Don't be even more of a failure!<</s>> A tear drifted down her face as she dealt with my words, then attacked the cock in front of her with renewed vigor. She might be hurt by what I said, but she was going to serve right whatever it took. And something in her seemed to break as she continued to take that cock in her mouth, bobbing on it and using her tongue to bring it more pleasure, just like a submissive whore ought to do. She was going to do her job right whatever it took, especially after receiving my words of humiliation. Just like a good whore ought to do! <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eva" "She's not submissive enough">><</if>> or <<link "Ignore Eva">><<replace "#choice3">><<light Eva>> continues to serve <<light Julio>>, enjoying his moans of appreciation.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "That's all">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj3.jpg">>And that's how they spent the next few minutes, white girls on their knees serving their black overlords with their mouths, bobbing their heads up and down as I watched along with jealousy. I might've wanted to have one of them serve me, but I found an unnerving beauty in seeing their pouty lips wrapped around these big black cocks. A bunch of white whores, in their place on their knees, serving their betters. Just because of a grade. I was lowkey liking my life right now! <<link "Time to leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $group3 is "Boys">><<add "arousal" 50>>I made my bed, and it was time to lie in it. As <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Jerome>> settled the score near us, <<light Yara>>'s eyes didn't leave mine. The conclusion, which we were all aware of in advance, came out in their favor. And I swear I could see an intense joy growing in my dominant friend's eyes. Without a word, she called me over with her finger and walked out, heading god knows where. <<s Author>>where are we going?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm finding you a place where you can serve me fully. I'll have you slaving away at my feet.<</s>> She announced, before heading to a secluded classroom, closing and locking the door behind us. <<s Yara>>Kneel.<</s>> She ordered, and I immediately followed. <<s Yara>>This is exactly how things are to progress from here on. You, on your knees, serving me. Your superior.<</s>> A shiver travelled through my spine. I don't know if I ever expected anything different from my friend honestly. I knew where things would go should I fail in the project, should I lose this bet. And yet I still lost. I had many chances to redeem myself, yet didn't. I could have been the one in control here, me and the boys, but I wasn't. She was, and she was angry at me. <<s Yara>>Are you fucking deaf?<</s>> She called out to me, shaking me out of my reverie. <<s Yara>>I told you to crawl over and help me take off my shoes.<</s>> I seemed to have been too thoughtful, not quite registering what she was saying. Now I did hear it, and made the humiliating crawl over. <<s Yara>>That's a good girl.<</s>> She complimented me, something I didn't expect and something I even further didn't expect to have such an impact on me. <<s Yara>>Now off with the shoes.<</s>> And off they went, one after the other, followed by the sweaty socks underneath. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-feet.jpg">> After all, my friend was an athlete. <<s Yara>>You can kiss them if you like.<</s>> She looked down at me with an intense stare. <<s Yara>>If you like.<</s>> She had repeated herself, making it obvious it was a choice, but also making it clear what she'd want me to choose. Her feet were sweaty, they smelled a bit, and yet I was considering this suggestion of hers. What's the worst that could happen, right? Their shape, their form... They were calling me... <div id='footchoice'><<if $subdom lte -15>><<link "I want to worship her feet.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#footchoice">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-feetlick.jpg">> I couldn't fight against the submissive urge that flowed through me, feelign the need to debase myself in front of my friend, eager to serve her and kiss her feet. She smiled wide at my submissive gesture. She knew she had me wrapped around her finger. <<s Yara>>Oh that's a good submissive right there. You'll make a great pet!<</s>> She praised me momentarily, pushing her feet to my face as I continued to shower them with kisses and love. I was so low I was making love to my friend's feet... And I loved it. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I want to worship her feet" "Not submissive enough">><</if>></div> Suddenly, she moved her feet out of my face and ushered with her fingers for me to look up. <<s Yara>>I know you enjoy the sight of my feet, but I'd really enjoy the sight of your naked body. Get these clothes off.<</s>> I had half a mind to argue against her request, as I gave a furtive look to the door. We were in a secluded classroom in the last floor of the school after hours. No one would bother us anytime soon. One article at a time, I got rid of my clothing, removing these pieces of fabric to reveal my nude self to my friend. I remained kneeling at the feet of my superior, not daring to look her right in the face. <<s Yara>>Atta girl!<</s>> She praised me like a mistress would her pet. <<s Yara>>Let's see the pussy you'll be burried in for the next hour, shall we?<</s>> As she said that, she slowly lowered her yoga pants, revealing the thong underneath, as she stepped aside from her athletic gear. <<s Yara>>I like the way you look at me.<</s>> She said, taking in my stare. <<s Author>>You're beautiful.<</s>> I couldn't stop the words from escaping my lips. <<light Yara>> smiled. <<s Yara>>Careful. If someone were to hear you they'd think you lost on purpose!<</s>> She said, teasing me. I blushed heavily. It was like she knew what had been travelling through my mind recently, and called me out for it... Did I lose on purpose? <<s Yara>>How about you take off my thong, slave?<</s>> She commanded me, and I rushed to follow her request. She swatted my hand away. <<s Yara>>With your mouth.<</s>> The girl was kinky, and she was turning me into another version of her. And I loved it. My body moved closer to hers, still on my knees as I looked at her tight belly and beautiful soft curves. My hand found their place against her thigh as my lips and teeth wrapped around the flimsy piece of fabric. An animalistic impulse wanted me to pull at it hard to snap it open. Yet my tamed nature knew that the dominant person in front of me would not appreciate that. I remained still for a moment, fully understanding that I was about to undress my friend like a slave of old. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni1.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Remember, you're the one that brought you here. If you hadn't chosen to go through that bet, none of this would've happened.<</s>> She said, teasing me once more. I nodded, and in doing so, slowly lowered her thong. I brought myself here. I lost, and here I was paying for it. By giving head to my friend. Did I really lose? Slowly, I lowered the thong down her supple legs, revealing her pussy and attacked my her beautiful smell. //She was horny.// I noticed my friend was enjoying this, what was happening, and I felt flattered by it. If she was horny, that meant I was doing something good. If she was horny, that meant she was enjoying what was happening. Just as much as I was. My friend retreated, depriving me of the beautiful smell of her sex, and found her place on the professor's desk, sitting right on it and calling me over. Like a pet rushing to her mistress, I followed her command and moved close. Her hand rested on my head, brushing my hair for me, just like one would her bitch. I was getting wet at the whole thing happening. I wanted to serve. I was enjoying this. <<s Yara>>Go for it.<</s>> She gave me the okay, and I attacked, a dog eager to be tasting her food. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni2.jpg">> My lips found hers, and my mouth attacked her snatch, tasting and licking and enjoying her flowing juices. She was horny, and that made it easier for my tongue to glide across her pouty lips. I was enjoying every moment of this, tasting her eagerly as she spread her legs wide and enjoyed my wanton licking. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl. You're such a good- slut.<</s>> She tried to praise me in between moans and breaths of enjoyment, cherishing my tongue against her. I kept at it, eagerly licking at her entrance, my tongue exploring further as it tried to reach for more. <<s Yara>>You were made for this. Made to serve.<</s>> Her words of praise reached my ears, and I just had to moan as a response, my own fingers finding my snatch, trying to bring myself closer to orgasm as I did her. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-yaracunni3.jpg">> Her hand was brushing my hair out of my face, helping me in serving her, petting me. And I loved it, as I pushed mself beyond my limits, looking to push her beyond her limits. And eventually, her hands tightened their grip on my head, her legs wrapped behind me, as she came against my suckling lips, moaning out in appreciation, happy with my service as I was happy serving. I was still trying for my own orgasm, my fingers attacking my own vagina. <<s Yara>>Stop.<</s>> She ordered me. I just had to follow her command, trying to whimper submissively to make her feel bad for me. <<s Yara>>You can cum, only if you answer this question truthfully.<</s>> She said, building up the tension for the question that was to come. <<s Yara>>Did you lose on purpose because you wanted to serve me?<</s>> She asked me, her eyes drilling mine. That was a real question, one that had been playing in my mind througout this encounter... And yet I still hadn't had an answer to it... <div id='choices'><<link "Yes, I lost because I wanted to serve you.">><<set $arousal to 0>><<less "subdom" 4>><<add "open" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>Yes, I lose because I wanted to serve you.<</s>> It felt like the right answer, not because that was what she wanted to hear, but because that was what I believed to be true. <<s Yara>>Good pet. You may cum.<</s>> She praised me, smiling wide. I allowed the waves of horniness hit me stronger and stronger, as I kept playign with myself at her feet. She was enjoying the sight, mindlessly playing with her own pussy as she looked at me. <<s Yara>>Keep losing for me and you'll be the greatest winner in the world.<</s>> She said. This promise broke me. I would probably keep losing to my friend, keep giving her the W's and serving her, simply because I wanted to see her on top, I wanted to keep seeing her at this angle. And that was something that brought me great, naughty pleasure. I would lose my life serving her, and I'd like it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, I shouldn't have lost.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I shouldn't have lost. I did everything right.<</s>> I said, a pang of jealousy coursing through me. It was unfair that she'd get the victory like that after I fought for so long. <<s Yara>>Wrong answer, slut. You shouldn't cum if you feel tricked. Just leave.<</s>> She said, now less open to cuddle me and play with me that I ruined the fantasy for her. It was ruined for me too, despite my ongoing horniness. This woman doesn't deserve my horniness. Next time, I'll do better. I am sure of it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "If only. I lost because I am a true failure.">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "open" 5>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "smarts" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-masturbation.jpg">><<s Author>>If only. I lost because I am a true failure.<</s>> I spoke honestly, immediately receiving an intrigued look from my dominant friend. <<s Yara>>You lost becuse you were not good enough.<</s>> She said, re-iterating what I had just admitted. <<s Yara>>Maybe you're not good enough to serve me then?<</s>> She continued, now obviously teasing me. I still fell for it. <<s Author>>No. No. I am.<</s>> I almost begged. She remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Yara>>No, you are worthy. But it's okay to be a failure. That's what you are and it's normal.<</s>> She said, her tone playfully playing in my ears as I went back to toying with myself as she nodded to me. <<s Yara>>You are a failure. But you'll be my failure. Mine to break and defeat time and time again.<</s>> She announced, smiling at my submissive state. My mouth opened agape, my mind hazy, as I brought myself closer to climax. <<s Yara>>Your one worth is your service to me.<</s>> She said finally, breaking my spirit and allowing me to cum like a wanton whore at her feet. And I loved it. This feeling of abandon, the humilation she brought onto me... I needed more of it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $group3 is "Girls" and $group3grade gte 3>><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-drag.jpg">>Humiliated and subjected to the biggest of laughs, the boys followed us girls to the theater, where we had free access to the costumes there to dress them up. <<s Jasmin>>You'll look amazing in that dress, Jerome.<</s>> My friend teased her on-again off-again partner, as she sized him up against the olden article of clothing. Next to her, <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>>, and I were choosing stuff for <<light Samuel>> and <<light Julio>> to wear. The vibes were immaculate, and I could certainly feel empowered as I turned the tables on the men, for once a woman making comments about a man's body rather than the opposite right to their face. <<s Author>>Maybe you'd better shave these hairs, you'd look better in that skirt, Samu.<</s>> I teased my friend, who looked at me intensely. <<s Yara>>These tight leggins really bring your ass out, Julio!<</s>> My athletic friend joined me in the teasing. <<s Author>>You boys look very very fuckable.<</s>> I complimented them, before clarifying: <<s Author>>Up the ass I mean.<</s>> Laughs galore as we continued teasing them the whole time, even calling for a fashion show at one point right on the secluded stage. We were laughing, they tried to join despite the embarassment... It was all good vibes it felt to me. Eventually, they went back to change into their original clothes as my female friends left the stage. Something in me was asking me to mend the hatred and make sure there was no hard feelings between me and the boys... Another part was apprehensive to be placing myself in such a vulnerable position... <div id='choices'><<link "Ignore it all and just walk away">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Choosing not to put myself in that particularly tricky position, I decided to ignore their pouty faces and walk away from this whole ordeal. They'll deal with it all at their own pace. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better check up on them">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>They were my friends after all, and I had initially chosen not to join their team and was now teasing them for not doing as well as the team I eventually chose did... I felt bad about the way I had acted, and wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings between us. <<s Author>>Hey boys... Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked as I walked into the changing room, them in their boxers and me still fully dressed. They barely gave me a look as they remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>Look I'm sorry about this. This was not how any of it was supposed to go.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>How was it supposed to go? You won fair and square.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said, hurt but truthful. I nodded. <<s Samuel>>Yeah it's fine. We never really had a fighting chance facing you girls.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> praised me, yet I wasn't as happy about it as I should've been. <<s Author>>Regardless, I'm sorry. I don't know why we even had that stupid date.<</s>> I said, frustrated with the whole thing. <<s Samuel>>That's okay. We could've had you sucking us all like fucking whores, but that didn't pay off.<</s>> My friend claimed, and I remembered the stakes that were at hand. <<s Julio>>That's true.<</s>> <<light Julio>> acquiessed, finally breaking his silence. <<s Jerome>>To have your lips around my cock, bobbing on it like whores... That would've been a glorious sight.<</s>> <<light Jerome>>'s imagination rubbed off on me, as I thought of the python that hid in the boxers he currently wore. To have our lips wrapped on their cocks... To suck them and serve them... <<light Jerome>> picked up on that. <<s Jerome>>Alas, this is not what happened, instead here we are, sad, defeated, with nothing to do but dress up aagin.<</s>> //To suck them all off at once...// I knew this thought was a dangerous one, but I entertained it nonetheless... <<light Samuel>> also picked up on my mental state. <<s Samuel>>Unfortunately, we ended up with blue balls and hard cocks that haven't found release.<</s>> <<s Julio>>And a whore that continues to tease us for our failures instead of paying reparations.<</s>> <<light Julio>> was less subtle about this whole thing, but more direct. My eyes went wide at the realization of what was to happen... <div id='choices2'><<if $corruption gte 70>><<link "I need their cocks, right now.">><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<add "Julio" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-penetration.jpg">> In went the first's cock, penetrating me as I laid down naked on top of a heat of clothing, surrounded by their strong hard bodies. I was a whore, who despite winning her bet, was payinf for her win with her body. There was no other explanation to this, what was happening here, beyond me being a horny minx who needed these three attractive boys to take her in all ways they knew how. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-orgy1.jpg">> Their bodies surrounded me, the cock inside me bringing me amazing extacy as I tried to handle the other two cocks, locking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I blew them one after the other, and enjoyed their cocks the best I could. I had won, yet I knew that in this newest advancement, they were the ultimate winners. I won their cocks in me, but I was only doing what was awaited from me as the whore I was. Whore that was in control of these men's pleasure. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-orgy2.jpg">> I didn't quite feel in control though, as their hard cocks kept trading places to lodge themselves in my needy snatch, fucking me to my limits and pushing beyond these limits to bring out my pleasure in exchange for theirs. <<s Samuel>>Still feel like a winner here?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> taunted me. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I moaned out, feeling like I hit the jackpot with these three fantastic men surrounding me. Moments ago, I was laughing at them dressed as women. Now, they made sure I knew my place as a lesser white woman. And I loved it. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-facial.jpg">> The boys eventually did one final painting for their arts project, this time using my face as the canvas, their cocks as the brushes, and painting me with their tasty sperm. I had become a work of art, all thanks to them. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I found myself saying, happy to have served these masculine powerful men. <<s Jerome>>You're welcome.<</s>> They taunted me as they left me to deal with the repercussions of my whorish actions. I wouldn't have it any other way, I was a winner! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I need their cocks, right now." "Not corrupted enough">><</if>> <<link "I better retreat. This is not what I had signed up for.">><<replace "#choices2">>Preferring to retreat from the dangerous position I found myself in, I apologized as I headed to the door. <<s Author>>Sorry boys, I never meant to be a tease... Bye.<</s>> I headed out, hearing them arguing with one another behind me, blaming <<light Julio>> for his straightforwardness. I was about to engage in the weirdest of orgies with men I had just dressed like their female counterparts... Bullet dodged! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $group3 is "Girls">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj3.jpg">>Four white sluts and three black cocks. Something didn't quite add up in this combination as we knelt in front of the towering men. We had lost our bet, and <<light Yara>>, <<light Eva>>, <<light Jasmin>>, and I were currently on our knees as eye candy to the three black men towering in front of us, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Julio>>, and <<light Samuel>>. <<s Yara>>Do we really have to do that?<</s>> My friend asked, apprehensive to be taking a BBC in her mouth. <<s Jerome>>Yes, slut. You lost and you need to pay the price.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was quick to reprimand her. He had wanted her kneeling in front of him for a long time, and there she was now, serving his cock like a common whore. As was I and my other two female friends. <<light Yara>> looked at me, almost imploring me to intervene. It was obvious that she needed my help, for once feeling weak in front of others. Whether I chose to reassure her or helped break her down further, she'd end up with a black cock in her mouth either way. The question was whether or not I wanted to push her further down that depraved hole and truly bring out the slut in her. <div id='choices'><<link "She's defeated. She better act like it.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We lost, Yara. You lost. And they won. They deserve this.<</s>> I said plainly to my friend, putting her in her place. She looked at me confused, before nodding. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> The imposing man said, <<s Jerome>>Come over here and suck my cock you whore.<</s>> His words were poignant, and yet my friend submissively made her way towards his powerful-looking cock. She was ready to serve alongside us, as she eyed the imposing member in front of her. <<s Yara>>What do I do?<</s>> She was inexperienced, and it seemed <<light Jerome>> appreciated that even more. <<s Jerome>>I've always wanted you in front of me serving my cock. I guess the true dominant won after all.<</s>> He said, grabbing the back of her head and impaling her on his cock. Alongside them, <<light Jasmin>> and <<light Eva>> got to work on the cocks that stood to attention in front of them, serving the penises that would claim victory over their faces. I had my choice on who to serve alongside which of my friends, on whose cock called to me to give it attention and be a whore to... <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">> <div id='choices2'><<link "Serve Jerome alongside Yara">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>I approached my dominant friend, the one who currently serviced a black man with her mouth, and watched in rapt attention as <<light Jerome>> expertly broke down her defenses. <<s Yara>>Please, calm down.<</s>> She begged in between deepthroats, her inexperience showing. <<s Jerome>>Would you have slowed down?<</s>> He asked, slapping her across the face with his cock. <<light Yara>> looked up at him. Whether it was her pride of folly that pushed her to, she shook her head "no". The dominant man smiled, placing his cock back in her mouth. <<s Jerome>>Glad to see we're on the same page, whore.<</s>> He made her suffer, his cock attacking her throat continuously. <<s Jerome>>You better put your lips to work, slut.<</s>> He adressed me with a scary taunt. I rushed to put his balls against my face and suckle on them, each the size of my eyeball yet more imposing and musky than any I've seen before. My "dominant" ahtletic friend struggled with his huge cock while I played around with his balls. Eventally, <<light Jerome>> decided to change tacts. <<s Jerome>> How about we show her how it's truly done?<</s>> He asked me, pushing my own lips against his cock, impaling me on his impressive member. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> <<if $sexskill gte 30>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Yara>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Yara>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Yara>>. She had something to prove, and she would prove it. Her head bobbed up and down as she took up the challenge to offer a better job than I did. She struggled, all of her years of athelticism not preparing her for the challenge that a black cock would bring. All these years of trials, to be slain by a big black cock. Seemed fitting. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores that man has ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Yara>>, something deep within her awakened by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Serve Samuel alongside Jasmin">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Samuel>><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>Let's see what a whore like you can do to a cock like mine.<</s>> A new side of <<light Samuel>>'s character was showing as <<light Jasmin>>'s lips wrapped around his impressive cock. While shorter than <<light Jerome>>'s, who was being serviced by <<light Yara>>, his cock was girthy, challenging my friend to take more and more of him in. Seeing me approach, his demeanor softened. <<s Samuel>><<print $name>>. Glad to see you join us. My balls feel lonely.<</s>> His words weren't as romantic as they once were, the power he was feeling rising to his head. He wanted me to serve, and serve I shall. I went to work on his genitals alongside my friend. <<light Jasmin>> was distracted, constantly giving the side eye to <<light Yara>> to watch her actions, unwittingly jealous of my friend and her activity on the cock in front of her. This jealousy would break her for sure. And it's get her rushing back into <<light Jerome>>'s arms. Right now, she was stuck with <<light Samuel>>'s penis and his wider size, submissively trying to bring him pleasure. <<s Samuel>>That's it, whore. Keep the energy.<</s>> If my friend was to show her on again off again partner that he was missing out, she'd have to really pull out all the stops here. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> She lowered herself from the cock and went to nurse his balls alongside me, his cock resting on our faces and slapping us each at a time. <<s Jasmin>>Fuck I feel so bad.<</s>> <<s Author>>We're losers. It's normal.<</s>> I said, pushing her even further down that hole as I went up to service the cock that rested on my face, wrapping my lips around it to take in as much as I could from it. I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. This was the world she had been fighitng for for so long on the streets, and she now saw it materialized right in front of her face. <<if $sexskill gte 30>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Jasmin>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Jasmin>>. She had something to prove to the man ravaging our common friend, and she would prove it. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> She attacked <<light Samuel>>'s cock with renewed vigor, pulling all the stops to truly serve him well. His moans were indicative that she was succeeding in her mission. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores these men have ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Jasmin>>, something deep within her having been broken by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Serve Julio alongside Eva">><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">>I noticed my friend <<light Eva>> struggle a bit to take <<light Julio>>'s cock. This one was less than eager to have her on her knees in front of him. <<s Author>>At this pace, you'll never make him cum.<</s>> I teased her, attacking her pride as she looked up at me stunned. <<s Eva>>But I don't know what to do!<</s>> She was hurt by the whole situation, and it was obvious she was struggling and wanted it done as soon as possible. <<s Author>>A loser whore who doesn't know how to serve her betters.<</s>> I attacked her directly, feeling power course through me. <<s Author>>You need to serve him better. You need to give it your all. You lost, you're a failure. Don't be even more of a failure!<</s>> As I spoke, I made my way to my knees in front of him, to display the kind of service someone like <<light Julio>> deserved. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> My mouth immediately got to work servicing the impressvie penis in front of me, bobbing up and down and sucking with gusto to get him hard. My activity had its desired effect as <<light Eva>> watched along in rapt attention, learning from me it seemed. I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. This was the world she had been fighitng for for so long on the streets, and she now saw it materialized right in front of her face. <<if $sexskill gte 30>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Eva>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Eva>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Eva>>. She had something to prove to herself and to me, and she would prove it. Pushing me aside, her head immediately got to bobbing on the fat cock in front of her, elliciting moans from the artistic man in front of her as she took him in. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> I decided to tease her even further. <<s Author>>You failed, and you're sucking a man's cock just because he drew a better painting than you did. What a fucking whore.<</s>> I taunted her, seeing her moan out at my words, getting off on the humiliation. <<s Author>>That's all we'll ever be good for.<</s>> I said, joining her again in serving the cock in front of us and cradling his balls with my lips. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores these men have ever seen. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Eva>>, something deep within her having been broken by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "She shouldn't worry, I'll be right by her side.">><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj4.jpg">><<s Author>>Hey, it's okay. I'll be beside you the whole time.<</s>> I reassured my friend as I ushered her alongside me to <<light Jerome>>'s impressive member. <<s Author>>Let's just start by licking.<</s>> I suggested, starting the motion and looking at her to join me. Thankfully, <<light Jerome>> elected to remain silent, noticing that I was doing the work of convincing my friend for him. She gave up and joined me, her tongue shooting out to lick the cock in front of her. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls2.jpg">> I knew what to do to entice my friend and bring out a nice reaction from the man between us, as I allowed my tongue drift further than it had started to to meet hers on the cock between us. This brought a shock to my friend's face, who then rested and allowed her own tongue to go further in the hopes of finding mine again. <<s Author>>Serving black cock is not so bad if we do it with friends, right?<</s>> I teased her before returning to sucking his cock from the side, licking away with reckless abandon. <<s Yara>>Yeah.<</s>> She moaned out before joining me again. <<s Jerome>>How about you take the head in your mouth?<</s>> The imposing black man suggested to my friend as he grabbed the side of her face, cradling it affectively as he brought her towards the tip of his cock. <<light Yara>>, somewhat taken by the activity, drifted higher until she was in line with his cock, and placed her beautiful lips around the big black cock head. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bjindividual.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>That's a good girl.<</s>> He praised her. <<light Yara>> being called a good girl was quite unusual, but indeed she was being a good girl in that instance, serving the black cock just like a good submissive would. <<s Author>>Keep it going.<</s>> I supported her, before receiving order of my own. <<light Jerome>> had less patience towards me. <<s Jerome>>You better put your lips to work, slut.<</s>> He adressed me with a scary taunt. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-2girls.jpg">> I rushed to put his balls against my face and suckle on them, each the size of my eyeball yet more imposing and musky than any I've seen before. My "dominant" ahtletic friend struggled with his huge cock, trying to lower herself onto him, while I played around with his balls. Eventally, <<light Jerome>> decided to change tacts. <<s Jerome>>How about we change pace a bit, show our new slut how it's done?<</s>> He asked me, pushing my own lips against his cock, impaling me on his impressive member. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-bj1.jpg">> I wanted to prove myself to him and her, as my friend watched me suck the cock in front of me, watched me being ravaged by a big black cock in a way that neither of us imagined would be possible. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-yarasee.jpg">> Her eyes wandered as she looked at all three of us submissive white whores serving the imposing black masters in front of us. We had lost, and they had won. <<if $sexskill gte 30>>I was deepthroating the black cock in front of me, proving to myself and them that I was indeed just as bad of a whore as I claimed to be. And <<light Yara>> watched as I took him in expertly.<<else>>While I struggled to take the cock in my mouth and serve it well, I still did my best to offer pleasure to the powerful man in front of me, <<light Yara>>'s eyes taking it all in.<</if>> As his cock exited my face, something snapped in <<light Yara>>. She had something to prove, and she would prove it. Her head bobbed up and down as she took up the challenge to offer a better job than I did. She struggled, all of her years of athelticism not preparing her for the challenge that a black cock would bring. All these years of trials, to be slain by a big black cock. Seemed fitting. She struggled and fought, fighting me for the privilege of serving the impressive cock in front of us. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">> If we were to be whores for a black cock, we'd be the best whores that man has ever seen. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> He imposing figure rewarded my broken friend with a couple kind words, which had the effect of speeding her sucking pace, truly turned on by the words she had received. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-girllose-facial.jpg">> In the end, one final painting was painted in the arts project, that of four white whores splattered with white jizz all over their faces, eyes open, mouth agape, and eagerly enjoying being a canvas for the dominant men's art. We had been defeated, and that defeat seemed to have a particularly excrutiating toll on <<light Yara>>, something deep within her awakened by the acts of service she had engaged in. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 2 and $group3 is "Boys">><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "The Painting Meeting">><div id="continue"> Gathering ourselves at my place, the boys had arrived with a huge canvas that we were to use. <<s Author>>Where did you get that from?<</s>> I called out, impressed it could even fit in my apartment, as it took over the whole floor. <<s Julio>>I bought it for the project.<</s>> <<light Julio>> answered me matter-of-factly. <<s Julio>>Don't worry, I'm taking this home by the end of this, because I know we'll do something great.<</s>> His confidence in our group's abilities didn't quite rub on me, as I thought of what needed to be done in order to make a success out of this project. <<s Samuel>>You're right! After all, how hard is it to paint stuff?<</s>> <<link "Pretty Hard">><<replace "#continue">>Turns out, as I expected, it was a pretty hard ordeal. First of all, paint gets everywhere pretty fast, and before we knew it our hands were completely dirtied. Second, we couldn't find ourselves to agree on anything, least of all what kind of painting we wanted to do. <<s Jerome>>It's goddamn stupid all you're saying.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was brutally honest as always. <<s Jerome>>Your brush doesn't need to be all over the place, Samuel.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>If you didn't mess up the lanscape, I wouldn't have to get back here.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> interjected, exhasperated. Tensions were high, but then again it's kind of expected with a group full of boys with superiority issues... <<s Julio>>Seriously, I shouldn't have worn something white while working on this.<</s>> <<light Julio>> called out, before deciding to take off his shirt. Soon thereafter, the boys followed suit, seeing that this strategy was the smart one. There was an odd silence in the air as they went back to their painting, not caring to argue with one another, both <<light Jerome>> and <<light Samuel>> stealing glances at me every once in a while. I knew what they wanted, I knew the cost of it. It wouldn't take much to hook my fingers under my top and lift it off. And maybe push it a bit more and remove my bottoms? I'd still be in my underwear, but then maybe these boys will be inspired by me to paint better? Or maybe I'll be too distracting and they won't be able to concentrate on their work... It was a gamble, whatever I decided to do, but I knew that going for it would bring something nice. Or at least I hoped so. <div id='choices'><<link "Take off my top">><<pickup $class "BU1" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Why put myself on a pedestral and separate myself from the boys? This was supposed to be fun after all, and I'd make it fun no matter what it took. I smiled at my friends, as my hands hooked under my shirt to take it off. I slowly started taking that off, as the boys kept looking at me going for it, eagerly watching as I revealed my naughty underwear. Their eyes roamed, wandered, and appreciated what they were seeing, and I could see the ehat rising through them. Even <<light Julio>> was appreciative of my gesture, being one with the boys and joining them in their endeavor. <<s Samuel>>Look at you go!<</s>> <<light Samuel>> praised me, smiling wide as he went back to drawing. The mood shifted, and soon enough, we were all smiling and laughing, painting each other's bodie in small strokes as we continued our work on the project. This in time turned into a more serious job, and despite a few stray brushes here and there, we managed to present something of true value. Our bodies were not as clean cut as the paitning was, with strokes of brush here and there almost ruining it entirely. <<s Julio>>Oh shit. Leo is asking where the canvas is at, sorry guys!<</s>> <<light Julio>> took his leave from the group, heading out of my house after rushing to put his shirt on to aid our friend in his own project. In my house, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I remained. <<s Jerome>>That was a good drawing.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes. We did well.<</s>> Despite the work being done, they both were roaming about, a slight tension slowly rising through the air beautifully. They were both expectant, hoping for something unsaid, as neither made a move to leave. I knew what they wanted, but wasn't sure of what I was willing to go through with... <div id='choices2'><<link "Three's a party">><<pickup $class "G3B3" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, each attractive in their own way. There was no denying that I was into both of them, and they both seemed to be willing to share. <<s Author>>Three's a party.<</s>> I announced, eyeing them up with a tingle in my eye. <<s Jerome>>Let's party then.<</s>> His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, as I muffled a short moan, both him and <<light Samuel>> getting closer to me... <<link "Let's party" "Project Work 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jerome has my eye">><<pickup $class "G3B1" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Jerome>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Samuel>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Samuel... Could you close the door on your way out.<</s>> My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Jerome>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Samuel>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Samuel needs to stay">><<pickup $class "G3B2" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Samuel>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Jerome>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Jerome... Samuel and I need some private time.<</s>> I said, unable to contain the heat inside of me. My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Samuel>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. He smiled confidently, happy with my choice and eager to show me what he had in store for me. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Jerome>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not in the mood">><<replace "#choices2">>Despite the beautifully charged tension in the air, I found myself not willing to take things further with either of them, preferring to spend the rest of my afternoon alone. I made that known. <<s Author>>Well, that was fun!<</s>> Thankfully, the boys took the hint well. <<s Jerome>>Yeah it was.<</s>> My friend acquiesced, moving to put on his top, followed suit by <<light Samuel>>. <<s Samuel>>See you at school tomorrow!<</s>> My friend called out flirtatiously, before they both ehaded out. //Let's see what the rest of the day brings in!// <<link "Finish up" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "Keep only my underwear">><<pickup $class "BU2" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 2>><<add "Samuel" 2>><<replace "#choices">>All in or nothing. I decided to give these boys something to think about, as my hands drifted across my clothes and slowly started removing my top, almost giving them a strip show as I went about doing that. Their eyes were glued to my body as I revealed more and more of myself. But I wasn't going to stop there. My roaming hands went to discover and reveal more, slowly bringing my bottoms lower to reveal the panties underneath, eager to show these guys what I was made of. And look they did, taking in every ounce of my revealed flesh, eager to see where that would take things, their excitement apparent. Their roaming eyes caused loads of issues when it came to the painting. While <<light Julio>> kept trying to resolve their issues, the other two members of our team couldn't keep their eyes - or hands - to themselves, sneaking a glance and pinch every once in a while. This turned me on immensely, as I felt their eyes on me, their naughty glare trying to take the most of me in and undressing me in their minds. I was feeling a beautiful heat rise through me, and could clearly see that my actions was having an effect on my friends, as their boners pressed against their shorts. Not that these shorts left much to the imagination, a flimsy material that allowed their boners to show even more than usual. And boner they were, impressive members that pressed against the fabric and threatened me with a good time. A good time that I was eager to receive, and that I wanted more of, the heat rising through me getting me lightheaded. The canvas was a mess, yet I knew I wanted to be an even bigger mess. And they were my road to it. Either one of them... Or both! <<s Julio>>Oh shit. Leo is asking where the canvas is at, sorry guys!<</s>> <<light Julio>> took his leave from the group, heading out of my house after rushing to put his shirt on to aid our friend in his own project. In my house, <<light Jerome>>, <<light Samuel>>, and I remained, the unmistakable heat rising higher between us. <<s Jerome>>Well that was a mess.<</s>> <<light Jerome>> said in between heaving breaths, trying to control his body' reaction to mine, but understanding that I was just as eager for this as he was. <<s Samuel>>Yes. The painting's amazing.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> joked, his eyes glued to my body, probably considering me to be the work of art... Despite the work being done and the outcome being a disaster of sorts, they both were roaming about, a fast rising tension roaming through the air beautifully. They were both expectant, hoping for something unsaid but obvious, as neither made a move to leave. I knew what they wanted, and wasn't sure how much of it I did... Maybe I wanted to have it all?? <div id='choices2'><<link "Three's a party">><<pickup $class "G3B3" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, each attractive in their own way. There was no denying that I was into both of them, and they both seemed to be willing to share. <<s Author>>Three's a party.<</s>> I announced, eyeing them up with a tingle in my eye. <<s Jerome>>Let's party then.<</s>> His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, as I muffled a short moan, both him and <<light Samuel>> getting closer to me... <<link "Let's party" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Jerome has my eye">><<pickup $class "G3B1" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Jerome>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Samuel>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Samuel... Could you close the door on your way out.<</s>> My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Jerome>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Samuel>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Samuel needs to stay">><<pickup $class "G3B2" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at both of my friends, and while I found both attractive, I knew who caught my eye in the moment. <<pic Samuel>><</pic>> I turned to look at <<light Jerome>>, to let him know his presence was no longer needed. <<s Author>>Hey Jerome... Samuel and I need some private time.<</s>> I said, unable to contain the heat inside of me. My friend nodded his head, understanding my disposition, as he put on his clothes before walking out, the whole time my eyes and <<light Samuel>>'s dancing around each other in a flirtatious manner, as our bodies slowly drifted towards each other's. He smiled confidently, happy with my choice and eager to show me what he had in store for me. We slowly got closer, anticipation rising through us, all the way till <<light Jerome>> closed the door. Then we were immediately all over each other. <<link "Let's dance" "Project Work 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I'm not in the mood" "I'm definitely in the mood for more!">></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep only my underwear" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "Don't remove anything">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This game of chicken would get the best of me. I was an only girl between three hormonal teenagers, and I wasn't going to put myself in a dangerous situation. I decided not to follow their lead and remove my own shirt. In <<light Julio>>'s eyes, I saw a sign of respect at my decision, he appeared to be happy for it. This allowed everyone to concentrate on the painting at hand and put aside our differences. While I wasn't as active as I'd hoped to be in fear of dirtying my top, I was still able to keep everyone in line in their own drawing endeavors. The end product was something pretty acceptable, that was sure to get us a good grade. I was confident of it. <<link "Finish up" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $group3 is "Girls">><<pichead "classes/arts-project/arts-project.jpg" "The Painting Meeting">><div id='continue'> Gathering ourselves at my place, the girls had arrived with a huge canvas that we were to use, struggling to make it through the door of my apartment even. <<s Author>>Where did you get that from?<</s>> I called out, impressed it could even fit in my apartment, as it took over the whole floor. <<s Eva>>I bought it for the project.<</s>> <<light Eva>> answered me matter-of-factly. <<s Eva>>Don't worry, I'm taking this home by the end of this, because I know we'll do something great.<</s>> Her confidence in our group's abilities didn't quite rub on me, as I thought of what needed to be done in order to make a success out of this project. <<s Yara>>You're right! After all, how hard is it to paint stuff?<</s>> <<link "Pretty Hard">><<replace "#continue">>Turns out, as I expected, it was a pretty hard ordeal. First of all, paint gets everywhere pretty fast, and before we knew it our hands were completely dirtied. Second, we couldn't find ourselves to agree on anything, least of all what kind of painting we wanted to do. <<s Yara>>It's goddamn stupid all you're saying.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was brutally honest as always. <<s Yara>>Your brush doesn't need to be all over the place, Eva.<</s>> <<s Eva>>If you didn't mess up the lanscape, I wouldn't have to get back here.<</s>> <<light Eva>> interjected, exhasperated. Tensions were running high, and I was pretty sure by then none of us were praising the "good old days". <<s Jasmin>>This stupid paint is gettign everywhere!<</s>> The third in our group, <<light Jasmin>>, called out, as a new drop of red color gave its artistic rendition on her shirt. <<s Yara>>Just take off your shirt, easy.<</s>> My athletic friend suggested, going to remove her own shirt in front of us, leaving her in only her bra. <<s Eva>>That's actually not such a bad idea!<</s>> <<light Eva>> called out, following suit. <<light Jasmin>>, convinced of the change, started taking off her own top, revealing a pretty sultry bra herself. <<s Yara>>Oh Jasmin! Do you have plans for later?<</s>> My friend teased her. <<light Jasmin>> simply smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Don't you wish to know!<</s>> She teased her. I was taken by the vision in front of me, all three of my friends simply sitting there in their revealing bras, as I didn't notice my own painted brush dropping on my bottoms. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> watch out!<</s>> My domineering friend called out, noticing it before I did. I looked down in shame. <<light Yara>> was quick to continue teasing. <<s Yara>>What a clutz! Maybe you should take everything off your bottoms too if you're gonna be this airheaded!<</s>> She commented, getting closer to me with a teasing laugh. I looked at her, thinking of the words she was saying. Did I really want to put myself in such a vulnerable state? Was I willing to play that dangerous game? I knew <<light Yara>> would enjoy the scene, but what would my other two friends think? Would it be too distracting to get any work done? Did I ultimately care? <div id='choices'><<link "Take off my top">><<add "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-fourgirls.jpg">> Despite wanting to listen to her, I figured the best thing to do was to simply join what they had done and take off my top, and that's what I ended up doing. Standing among my friends with only my bra, I continued working on our painting alongside them, unable to hold my eyes from stealing glances at them every once in a while. They were hot, I was bothered, and I wanted to see more of them. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project1.mp4">> <<light Yara>> seemed to pick up on my furtive glances, flaunting herself even more and acting all coy about her painting, allowing the brush to flow smoothly across the canvas, painting it a pretty red that caught the eye. Her hand glided, holding the brush firmly while guiding it softly... And my eyes roamed just like the brush did all over her body, following her supple skin and taking in all her beautiful curves. Her smile. Her laugh... I noticed that I was staring, and she was aware of that, her smile growing wide as mine lit up with realization before rushing away from her beautiful physique. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project2.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?<</s>> My friend asked, teasing me while she fanned herself out. <<s Jasmin>>Actually I feel like it's pretty cold...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Here, let me warm you up.<</s>> My friend interjected, getting closer to her and offering her a hug, brushing her hand across her naked skin to offer her warmth. <<light Eva>> and I looked on as our dominant friend continued her stroking of our fourth, her hands gliding across her smooth skin, sharing her body's warmth. <<s Jasmin>>That feels good...<</s>> My friend admitted in between <<light Yara>>'s arms, embracing the moment. A pang of jealousy hit me as I looked on at the beautiful scene in front of me. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project3.mp4">> <<light Yara>> always seems to take the lead in these situations, always seems to know what to do to break people's defenses. And it didn't feel so great seeing this happen right in front of my eyes. I wasn't anything special to either of them, but they were both quite special to me, and it mafe me feel all kinds of tingly and funny inside. Her roaming hands needed to be mine. I wanted her on me, not on <<light Jasmin>>... Or maybe did I want <<light Jasmin>> all for myself? I didn't know how to proceed. After all, being too forward might make me lose both of them, and maybe, just maybe, I actually had a chance with both? <div id='choices'><<link "Yara's all mine">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>It bubbled up, the heat rising through me as I felt compelled to claim my friend as my own, whatever it took. My jealousy got the better of me, as I almost crawled over to them. <<s Author>>I'm cold too.<</s>> I said, pouting, as <<light Yara>> smiled dominantly and confidently. <<s Yara>>Of course you are. Do you want a hug too?<</s>> She asked, teasing me and wanting me to debase myself for her. I guess the jealousy broke me. I dutifully obliged her silent request. <<s Author>>Please, Yara? I need to be warmed up as well.<</s>> I asked with a needing that couldn't be quenched except with her touch, as she smiled widely at the revelation. <<s Yara>>Oh what a sweet girl. Come, let me hug you too.<</s>> Her hands opened from behind a warm <<light Jasmin>> to welcome me alongside them, as I joined the hug, sandwiching her between the two of us. Even here, so close, I felt so far from <<light Yara>> as my jealousy bubbled. Why was I feelign this way, what wass wrong with me. Granted, <<light Jasmin>>'s body on mine was relaxing, but I needed more. I needed <<light Yara>> to accept me as hers. As her only. <<s Yara>>Beg.<</s>> I looked at <<light Yara>> as she said these words. Did I just say something out loud without noticing? From behind me, <<light Eva>> spoke up. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Eva>>Please, Yara, can I join your warmth? Can I be one with you girls?<</s>> I turned to see my friend heaving just as needily as I was. Here we were, all three, depending on <<light Yara>> to allow us this beautiful physical contact. And the shame bubbled inside of me with the jealousy I was feeling. We truly had stooped so low yet didn't care. We needed her loving. We needed her body against ours. We needed the warmth, and we were going to get it. <<s Yara>> I know a better way to keep us all warm.<</s>> My friend announced, her hand hooking around <<light Jasmin>>'s body and getting to work on her bra. <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Do the same with Eva">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My mind looked around for something to hold onto. To show I cared not as much about my friend's gestures, that I wasn't really jealous of either of them. It landed on the girl sitting next to me, watching alongside me the scene that was playing out in front of us. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Author>>Cold?<</s>> I asked the watching <<light Eva>> next to me as she turned to look at me. She nodded, agreeing with my offer, as I moved to wrap my hands around her body defensively. <<s Author>>Here here.<</s>> I whispered in her ear, pulling her in to comfort her. Her supple body against mine was relaxing, as I closed my eyes in appreciation, taking in her beautiful heat and letting it seep through me. <<s Jasmin>>This feels good.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> spoke, pulling me out of my reverie softly. I looked over, and saw how <<light Yara>>'s hands had expertly turned my friend around so now her back was to her, both of them facing me, while my dominant friend's roaming hands played with her midriff almost possesively. I decided to follow her lead with my own partner, turning <<light Eva>> around to face them as I hugged her from behind, my hands mimicking <<light Yara>>'s. She smiled at me, as she kept exploring <<light Jasmin>> in front of me, not caring to hide her intentions anymore. I had started, and wasn't going to stop now. I followed suit on my own subject, <<light Eva>>'s smaller body like a toy in my hands. <<s Yara>> I know a better way to keep us all warm.<</s>> My friend announced, her hand hooking around <<light Jasmin>>'s body and getting to work on her bra. <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The painting's over!">><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't ready to follow that path. Let them have their fun elsewhere, my home would not be the stage of some sick orgy. Then again, I wasn't ready to ruin all the work we've put into our painting... <<s Author>>There we go! Painting's done!<</s>> I announced, putting a finishing touch on it, and shaking everyone out of their reverie. <<s Author>>Great job everyone!<</s>> I continued, congratulationg them and handing them their tops to put back on. The pout of <<light Yara>>'s lips was unmistakable, but <<light Jasmin>> seemed somewhat grateful for my intervention. <<light Eva>> didn't show too much emotion as she hid behind her clothes. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks for having us, <<print $name>>.<</s>> My friend said, giving me a quick hug before retreating from the house. <<s Eva>>Bye!<</s>> <<light Yara>> was last to leave, slowly approaching me. <<s Yara>>Jealousy kills dreams.<</s>> She whispered, before taking her leave. //Someone's getting mad!// <<link "Let's hit the day." "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 20>><<link "Keep only my underwear">><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 2>><<add "Eva" 2>><<add "Yara" 2>><<add "bisex" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-fourgirls.jpg">> I had to listen to her. I had to follow her lead. I had to put myself in her hands and let her lead me and my actions. I listened, and followed, and my top followed theirs on the couch, revealing what I wore underneath. <<light Yara>> smiled widely, then looked at my bottoms, then back at me. Her intentions for me were clear, and I clearly wanted to listen to her. She didn't have to speak anymore, I could practically hear her voice in my head making her request. And I wanted to follow that request. No, that command. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project1.mp4">> My hands hooked themselves onto my bottoms, lowering them to the ground and letting them drop to the floor, revealing my panties and putting me in a shamefully vulnerable position. But I didn't care. Or rather, I cared but in the opposite direction. I revelled in the shame and the feeling of inadequacy I felt growing in me, embracing it and letting it flow beautifully through me. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl!<</s>> My dominant friend complimented me, smiling wide as I blushed at my near-nakedness. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Thanks.<</s>> I gave a whisper while looking at the ground, at the paitning that we were supposed to be doing. I felt a rush of emotions flow through me, being this vulnerable in front of my friend. <<s Yara>>On all fours, get to work.<</s>> She commanded me once more, and I dropped to my knees in front of her, rushing to my brush to get back to work, legs pulled tightly against each other as I felt the heat rise through me. I felt extremely submsisive, light-headed, vulnerable in that state. Here I was, clad only in my underwear in my own living room after my friend asked me to do that, on all fours and working on a painting that meant nothing. I was supposed to be the boss in this house, yet here I was serving another. And that other had further plans. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project3.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Hey Eva, <<print $name>> looks really comfortable without her clothes. Why don't you join her?<</s>> My friend made her request of the more submissive of the other two, as this one looked at me for guidance. <<light Yara>> noticed that, and decided to capitulate on it. <<s Yara>>Shouldn't she join you, <<print $name>>?<</s>> Yara asked with confidence, her eyes poking holes through me. <div id='choices'><<link "Eva and Jasmin should, yes.">><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 2>><<add "Yara" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my friend, and knew she needed just a small push to bring out the submissiveness in her. And I wanted to get that out of her. I wanted to see her let go and follow our dominant's lead... And my eyes roamed behind her, noticing <<light Jasmin>> looking at this whole thing pan out in fornt of her, intrigue lighting up her eyes, showing me that she wasn't as distanced from the action as she might've wanted to be. She was engaged, but she could be even more. <<s Author>>Why only me? Why only Eva?<</s>> I said, looking straight into the fourth person's eyes. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> <<s Author>>Why not you as well, Jasmin?<</s>> My tease had its desired effect. The two of them looked at one another, <<light Eva>> shrugged and followed my lead, followed closely behind by <<light Jasmin>>. Off came their skirts, revealing their underwear in all their vulnerability. <<light Yara>> was all smiles seeing this whole thing go down, appreciative of what I had done. She was quick to take command once more. <<s Yara>>Isn't it sad that <<print $name>> is the only one on all fours?<</s>> She asked with a fake pout, before continuing: <<s Yara>>Join her.<</s>> Her forceful command shook my friends as they thought of what to do. <<light Eva>> was quick to listen to her, and <<light Jasmin>> followed her lead after seeing her servitude. <<s Yara>>What good girls you all are.<</s>> She smiled at this new advancement. Here we were, three girls, on our knees, in my own apartment, listening to our friend's command. She was our age, yet our superior. And we were in our underwear at her feet. <<s Yara>>Come to me.<</s>> She said, going down to sit on the floor, ushering us along like a master her pets. And willing pets we were, as she headed over on all fours to swarm around her, her hands hooking around us as she took us in in a motherly attitude. <<s Yara>>There, there.<</s>> She comforted us. <<s Yara>>There's enough of me to go around for all of you.<</s>> She smiled as her hands romaed across our naked bodies, caressing and comforting us. <<s Yara>>I know how to make this even more interesting for you my pets.<</s>> The beautiful word she gave us rang in my ear as her hands hooked behind <<light Jasmin>>'s body to take off her bra, all of us now willing participants in what was about to turn into a lesbian orgy... <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Nod my head yes">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't bring myself to be any more assertive than my body allowed, as I felt my head nod a small yes to my friend, urging her to share the shame I felt, and maybe highten it even more. The more submissiveness <<light Yara>> received, the more dominant she'd become. It was a beautiful dichomoty that I looked forward to witnessing even further. <<light Eva>> followed her command, moving to take off her jeans and throwing it alongside mine, standing there in only her underwear in front of all three of us. <<vid "classes/arts-project/eva-paint-project4.mp4">> All three... <<light Yara>> noticed the odd girl out and called her out: <<s Yara>>Why don't you join your friends? They are both so willing. Like the good old days, right?<</s>> There was something so beautifully enticing in <<light Yara>>'s voice that turned even the straightest of people gay. And yet <<light Jasmin>> didn't care for labels. She was just as much as a submissive as <<light Eva>> and I were, as her hands listened to <<light Yara>>'s command before her mind even comprehended what she was doing. And listen she did, her skirt hitting the floor and leaving her in only her underwear, vulnerable to <<light Yara>>'s advances and commands. Here we were, three submissives and a dominant, in my apartment, listening to her direct us and willignly following her lead. I was submitting to another person in my own apartment, and it sent beautiful naughty tingles down my spine! <<light Yara>> was all smiles seeing this whole thing go down, appreciative of what we all had done. She was quick to take command once more. <<s Yara>>Isn't it sad that <<print $name>> is the only one on all fours?<</s>> She asked with a fake pout, before continuing: <<s Yara>>Join her.<</s>> Her forceful command shook my friends as they thought of what to do. <<light Eva>> was quick to listen to her, and <<light Jasmin>> followed her lead after seeing her servitude. <<s Yara>>What good girls you all are.<</s>> She smiled at this new advancement. Here we were, three girls, on our knees, in my own apartment, listening to our friend's command. She was our age, yet our superior. And we were in our underwear at her feet. <<s Yara>>Come to me.<</s>> She said, going down to sit on the floor, ushering us along like a master her pets. And willing pets we were, as she headed over on all fours to swarm around her, her hands hooking around us as she took us in in a motherly attitude. <<s Yara>>There, there.<</s>> She comforted us. <<s Yara>>There's enough of me to go around for all of you.<</s>> She smiled as her hands romaed across our naked bodies, caressing and comforting us. <<s Yara>>I know how to make this even more interesting for you my pets.<</s>> The beautiful word she gave us rang in my ear as her hands hooked behind <<light Jasmin>>'s body to take off her bra, all of us now willing participants in what was about to turn into a lesbian orgy... <<link "Party On!" "Project Work 3">><<pickup $class "G3G1" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Shake my head no">><<less "open" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If there ever was a chance for me to halt this whole thing from developping beyond control, now was the time. I decided to shake my head no towards my friend, not wanting to put her in that vulnerable position. <<s Eva>>Yeah, that doesn't seem like a great idea. Whatever floats your boat though!<</s>> My friend commented, capitulating on my shame as I remained on all fours in my living room. Thankfully, expect for a rising heat through me and an undeniable lust that I'll have to deal with as soon as they left, not much happened for the rest of their time there. I was a distraction with the way I looked and my wanton disregard for any sense of decency, and our painting suffered greatly from it. It did give me beautiful fantasies though, so I was fine with the outcome... I guess. As we wrapped things up and called it a day, both <<light Eva>> and <<light Jasmin>> leaving my place, <<light Yara>> stayed behind, keeping my clothes hostage for a moment as she spoke. <<s Yara>> We could've had the most fun of times, all of us. Don't disappoint me anymore.<</s>> She stared at me, making her true feelings known, an intimidating presence. I could only nod my head in understanding as she nodded before walking away. //I should be more serviable next time... She deserves it.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep only my underwear" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "Don't remove anything">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">>This whole taking off my clothes thing was not so enticing to me. And after all, we were in my apartment. I wasn't going to listen to anyone giving me orders here. <<s Author>>How about we concentrate on the task at hand? We have work to do.<</s>> I suggested, shifting my attention back to the painting and making sure everyone was on the same page with that. With my guidance, we were able to really pull off something to be proud of. I knew we'd get a good grade for our performance. And while there was no further excitement from our hangout, I knew my friends would be excited to see their grade improve because of my work ethic. //I'd say this was a victory.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("SamuelG3")>><<drop $class "SamuelG3" 1>><<pickup $class "SamuelG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>><<s Samuel>>You know, I haven't been here much before.<</s>> My friend spoke as we situated ourselves in a secluded corner of the library, opening our notebooks and going back to the poem we had in hand. <<s Samuel>>It's too calm for my liking.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's kind of the point of a library. It helps you hear yourself think.<</s>> I said, giving him a soft smile. <<s Samuel>>Oh that's scary. What if my thoughts are not the kind that I want to hear?<</s>> My interest peaked. <<s Author>>What kind of thoughts?<</s>> I asked. <<s Samuel>>The kind that potentially ruins friendships.<</s>> He said, trying to avoid eye contact. <<s Author>>You'll need to give me more than that.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>I don't need to give you anything, do I?<</s>> My friend spoke with a bit of spice in his words. I calmed down with my interrogation of sorts. <<s Author>>Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Neither did I. Sorry.<</s>> He calmed down from his short moment of heat. <<s Samuel>>I usually listen to music.<</s>> He said, picking out his earphones. <<s Author>>That's also a nice idea.<</s>> I looked at him as he shifted through his phone. <<s Author>>What kind of music?<</s>> I asked, wanting to get to know his style more. <<s Samuel>>Sure you want to hear?<</s>> He asked, eyebrow raised. Holding the earphones, my friend got closer to me, wanting to place them on my ears. I could follow his lead and let them put them on me, a momentary distraction where his music might inspire me and bring us closer, but I also felt that an option for us to bridge the gap was to listen to the music simultaneously, one earphone each. But then again, we'd be losing valuable study time... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Let him put them for you">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I willingly allowed him to place these earphones on me. I so wanted to be closer to him, listen to what he does and feel what he felt in these moments where he needed to...zone out... I felt myself zone out as the trance music played in my ears, engaging and distracting, a beautiful melody that shifted between rap and soft instruments, a music so engaging and complex yet simple and distant at the same time... I zoned out, entirely. Forgot where I was, what was going on... I had no idea what these instruments were, what these lyrics held. All I knew was that they were engaging, distracting, beautifully made pieces of art. And I lost the next hour or so listening to that beautiful music, <<light Samuel>> a pleasant company by my side, making sure I'm safe. And I felt safe, enveloped by that music, close to him. <<s Samuel>>Alright time's up I got someplace I need to be.<</s>> My friend announced, pulling me out of my reverie as he took the earphones away. I nodded along, still in a world of dreams... //Was I getting hotter?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Share the earphones">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/samuel-music.jpg">>I placed my hand on his approaching one, and let him know that I wanted to share the experience with him. My friend nodded, before handing me just one of the earphones to put in my ear. That's how, side by side, taken by the beautiful instrumental music playing in our ears, <<light Samuel>> and I spent the next hour or so putting the finishing touches on our poems and finding the most appropriate rhymes, taken along by the beautiful music playing in us. This moment of closeness, this feeling of understanding, was very beautiful, and I couldn't deny that I felt closer to my friend after it. //Productive and social. That was a good study session. Was it the music?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Better not get distracted">><<less "Samuel" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no time for distractions. No time to lose over music or whatnot. We were at the library for a reason, and that reason was studying. <<s Author>>No it's okay. Maybe some other time.<</s>> I said, halting him from his movement. <<light Samuel>>, obviously dejected, moved back. <<s Samuel>>I see.<</s>> The next hour or so, despite being productive in our assignment, didn't feel ideal. There was a few rhymes that we were simply not inspired for, and a few other times where the tension stopped us from communicating fully. //Maybe I should've simply let him share his music with me?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JeromeG3")>><<drop $class "JeromeG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JeromeG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>>A confident <<light Jerome>> sauntered into the secluded library room, looking around at the place as he took it all in. <<s Jerome>>That's an interesting place.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Yeah we get to talk without being shushed by the librarian. I swear if an ant walked out there they'd stomp it for brushing against dust.<</s>> I don't think what I said had any meaning, but I saw my friend nod along as if it was a wise observation. <<s Jerome>>So we've got that poem to deal with...<</s>> He spoke, eager to see how things would progress. <<s Jerome>>I got no idea how to make this work.<</s>> He was dejected as he took his seat. I had started pulling out the notebook on which we had written what we had so far. <<s Author>>Hey I chose you for a reason.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yeah because I'm hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>And modest too.<</s>> I quipped back, giving him a stern look. <<s Jerome>>Hey wouldn't hurt to joke around a little, would it?<</s>> He said, raising his hands defensively. <<s Author>>It would not, no. But it's just weird, that's all.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Weird?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah. Jasmin's all over you al the time, and...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Yes, she's a magnet that doesn't let go. But I'm taking my distance.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Why?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It's just too much, if you ask me. I never sought for this to be a monogamous thing. I have my life in front of me.<</s>> He spoke honestly. <<s Jerome>>I'm sorry I shouldn't be sharing that with you, it'll immediately reach her.<</s>> Whether it was paranoia that spoke through him or a very adequate observation, I didn't know. All I knew is that I understood his tension. <<s Author>>I see you. But Jasmin and I are not tied at the hip.<</s>> I explained my position to him. He took a moment to decide on what to share. <<s Jerome>>We're young. She likes me a whole lot more than I'm comfortable with. We're just having fun, she doesn't have to go so seriously about it.<</s>> He explained himself. I found myself nodding along. <<s Author>>I see you. A wandering eye is not a problem really. Not to me at least. I'm not sure about Jasmin though...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Exactly. She was free-er in the past. But recently, she's been... All about me. I'm not all about her.<</s>> He looked intently at me. I must have picked up on something there, but I wasn't sure. //Maybe moving in would be the wrong move?// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Where else do your eyes wander?">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Jerome Kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Where else do your eyes wander?<</s>> I asked him, savoring the words as they escaped my lips. I picked up on something, and I hoped it was something correct. <<s Jerome>>On you.<</s>> He said, eyeing my lips in a way that told me his intentions clearly. And I didn't mind these intentions, feeling a rise inside of me that needed to be answered. I leaned closer, almost imperceptibly, and he did the same. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/jerome-kiss.jpg">> Our lips touched, exploring one another, tasting. And it sent beautiful sparks in me. And I leaned into him more. I'd like to say I was able to control myself, that we were productive in what we were supposed to be doing. But the next hour or so was spent between trading words and trading kisses. It was sweet yet passionate at the same time. And it felt good. <<s Jerome>>You'll be fun.<</s>> He said as we took our leave from each other. I didn't know where this experience would take us, all I knew was that there were butterflies flying around... //What would <<light Jasmin>> think of this?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I guess I get why she'd be all over you.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Jerome Kiss" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess I get why she's all over you.<</s>> I said honestly, gaining me a stare from my friend. <<s Jerome>>Is that so?<</s>> He was baiting me, wanting me to talk more and say more, give him some sort of praise or something. And I was a willing participant in my wanton humiliation. <<s Author>>It's just that you have this mysterious air of dominance, of knowing what you want and not stopping at anything to get it... And the way you speak, it's so... Confident, arrogant.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I'm arrogant. Is that it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Because you deserve to be.<</s>> I excused his character. <<s Author>>Your attitude is so hot and just... Right.<</s>> I felt like I had no control, allowing myself to praise the guy. And he took it in stride, accepting the compliments with a big, almost sadistic smile. <<s Jerome>>You're not so different from that other white girl.<</s>> He said. This "other white girl" was <<light Jasmin>>, my friend who just so happens to be his closest partner. And yet he dismissed her so easily. What would he do to me once he's done with me? <<s Jerome>>I'll throw you aside just like I did her by the end of this. Are we clear?<</s>> He asked me, his eyes boring into my soul. <<s Author>>I... I know.<</s>> I wanted to be used before being discarded. I wanted him to take control of me and make me his. I needed it. And he did, his hand hooking behind my head and pulling me closer, his lips forcefully laying on mine and controlling the pace, his tongue exploring and dominating my submissive lips. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/jerome-kiss.jpg">> I was his for the taking, and he took without remorse, and I gave without halting. And the last hour or so was lost on a kissing session that left me panting with need. He didn't care to move things further, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. And he smiled confidently as I dealt with the repercussions of that. <<s Jerome>>You'll be a fun toy.<</s>> He said as he gathered himself to leave. Leaving me behind in that room, as I thought of what just happened and the unnecessary lost time, <<light Jerome>> walked out, discarding me, and leaving me wanting for more. I needed more. I was hooked. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Maybe we can use this as inspiration in our writing.">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe we can use this sentiment as inspiration in our writing.<</s>> I said to him, looking at his face and the way he showed these small signs of ... complexity. <<s Jerome>>That's actually not so bad an idea.<</s>> He admitted, the tension of the moment still high. The next couple of hours were spent like that, between a revealing conversation and words of poetry, adding to the text we built and making it more heartfelt, more emotional. By the end of it, we had an outcome that we weren't expecting. And it was beautiful. <<s Author>>Say what you will, you have a way with words, Jerome.<</s>> I praised my friend, smiling at him. <<s Jerome>>You do too. It helped me clear up some things.<</s>> He said, smiling at me. //There was more to that guy than met the eye. Was <<light Jasmin>> only using him for his body?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JulioG3")>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<drop $class "JulioG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JulioG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Julio>><</pic>>It wasn't often that <<light Julio>> and I spent time together, and that in itself created an odd tension as we got to work on the project. <<s Author>>What rhymes with Bedazzled?<</s>> While he always came up with the weirdest words to rhyme stuff to, I found it hard to play catch up to his eclectic use of words. <<s Julio>>That's what we're here for, isn't it?<</s>> He asked back, smiling. <<s Author>>Why these words, Julio? Why complicate it on you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's what I know. I'm not the best at words, but these are the words that... Describe me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Like Bedazzled?<</s>> I asked. <<s Julio>>Of course, honey.<</s>> He said, smiling. He had a nice aura to him, don't get me wrong, I just didn't feel like our auras were compatible. We were getting the job done, but I didn't know at what cost that was. <<if $leoavoid is false>><<s Julio>>How's Leo been doing, by the way?<</s>> He asked, thoughtful. If there was one thing that this guy cared about, that was <<light Leo>>. <<s Author>>He's doing pretty okay for himself.<</s>> I answered him, <<s Author>>Why do you ask?<</s>> He remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Julio>>It's just that he's been changing a lot recently.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, he has.<</s>> I thought to myself, remembering how my friend was getting more in tune with his true self in the recent weeks. <<s Julio>>I'm just afraid that he'd change too much. That he'd no longer be... attractive.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you kidding? He's growing exactly the way he's supposed to.<</s>> <<s Julio>>He is growing, and I'm quite sure that it's us that have the most effect on him.<</s>> He said, before continuing. <<s Julio>>But are we taking him in the right direction?<</s>> That was a good question, I had to admit. Here we were, the two biggest influences on <<light Leo>>'s life, discussing our friend and his future. <<s Author>>I feel like he has too much potential that we're not utilizing.<</s>> I admitted to the both of us. <<s Julio>>That's true. I feel like we need to give it some more intentional thought.<</s>> He admitted, thoughtful. <<s Author>>What do you suggest?<</s>> <<s Julio>>This project is the perfect opportunity.<</s>> I was all ears as he elaborated on his plan. Whatever the session was during this month, we had to find a way to influence my friend. We had to help him discover himself more. It was the only chance we had to turn him in the direction we wanted. <<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<if $alphabeta lte 0>><<light Leo>> was going to be the most feminine boi in class by the end of this.<<less "alphabeta" 3>><<else>><<light Leo>>was going to be the most masculine person in class by the end of this.<<add "alphabeta" 3>><</if>> <<else>>Despite that tension though, we were able to accomplish some good rhymes. I was sure that the upcoming class would be a successful one for us.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif $class.has("EvaG3")>><<drop $class "EvaG3" 1>><<pickup $class "EvaG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Eva>><</pic>>In a familiar space for her, <<light Eva>> and I found our secluded corner in the library, a place where we could concentrate on the project and give it our best shot. <<s Eva>>You know, I have to be honest... It's really frustrating that you chose me.<</s>> She spoke honestly after struggling on finding her words for a while. <<s Author>>But you are the best person for the job. Or was I wrong?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That's the problem. It's that you are right.<</s>> She was trying to keep her voice down despite her emotions. <<s Eva>>Simply because the other girls are bimbos, they get to skim through this project while you and I work. It doesn't feel fair.<</s>> <<s Author>>Bimbo's a strong word...<</s>> I felt uneasy hearing such talk about friends of mine. <<s Eva>>I don't mean it in a bad way. In that setting, I wish I was a bimbo.<</s>> She explained herself, and unfortunately for her she was too convincing to be a bimbo. <<s Author>>I see where you're coming from. Sorry I chose you. But then again, no one argued against me being here.<</s>> I aired my own emotions about the matter, frustrated as she was and allowing myself to feel it. <<s Eva>>Right! Don't tell me you don't wish you were just as much of a bimbo as I do.<</s>> She exclaimed, clearly happy I was approaching her point of view. I felt like there was a choice to be made. On the one hand I wanted nothing more than to indulge my friend and join this "bimbo" mentality, one that was free of responsibility. The other understood the importance of my grades and wanted to prove to itself that it was still in control, responsible. And I felt the pull of both equally. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>It's not enough to say it, we should act it.">><<less "smarts" 2>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I don't know exactly what compelled me to follow along and listen to my friend. To succumb to these feelings inside of me. Maybe it was a revolt against the way <<light Yara>> forced me to take up that responsibility. Maybe it was a way for me to reclaim my story. Regardless of the cause, the effect was all the same. I closed the notebook we were working in. <<s Author>>Let's be bimbos for a day.<</s>> I announced to my friend, before throwing the book away, eager to be losing time with her. <<s Eva>>That's the spirit!<</s>> She jokingly said. Granted, neither of us was truly a bimbo, we were too smart for that. But we were both willing participants of this cleansing experience, and I was eager to truly... Indulge. <<s Eva>>That'll team them to give us more homework to do.<</s>> My friend announced, lying back and putting her feet up on the table. <<s Author>>What do bimbos actually do though?<</s>> We had made our decision, but had no idea on how to act on our urges. <<s Eva>>I don't really know. We probably should ask Jasmin.<</s>> She joked. I faked being offended by her words. <<s Author>>How dare you say that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh come on, she's the biggest bimbo we know!<</s>> My friend added, laughing. I joined in on the gossip, and the next half-hour or so was spent in stupid conversations that led nowhere. Conversations we were honestly happy to be having. It felt weird to let go that much, yet extremely freeing. I liked this. I wanted more of it. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>A moderate amount of bimboism">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While the urge to let go was there, I didn't feel as compelled as my friend was to play this game. I wasn't going to stop her from doing it though! <<s Author>>Hey if you want to be a bimbo, be my guest, but there is an assignment that needs to be done.<</s>> I said sternly, going back to my books. <<s Eva>>You're so boring!<</s>> My friend said while raising her feet to place them on the desk, kicking back and resting. <<s Author>>Boring, flooring?<</s>> I was trying to get rhymes, but wasn't as successful as I would've hoped for. <<s Author>>This is more difficult than I thought it would be.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to retaliate. <<s Eva>>That's because you deserve to be a bimbo, like me.<</s>> Her obsession with that matter was too much. I let it slide and continued my concentration on the task at hand. It took some work, but eventually I was able to finish some sort of modicum of a poem, not receiving an ounce of help from my bimbo friend. //She better either wake up or go full on. That fake bimboism shit does not suit her.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>We should embrace our smartness">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Being stupid, vapid, gullible... This was not what we were built up to be as humans. <<s Author>>I seriously don't understand why you'd think that way. You don't need to follow the trend to be a responsible human being yourself.<</s>> I told my friend. <<s Author>>You have the brains and the beauty, and you want to trade one for... comfort? <</s>> I looked at my friend, trying to understand where she was coming from. <<s Eva>>You're right. I guess you're right.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know I'm right. You can be free to make your own choices and you can even further be confident that you're making the right choices because you'd be smart enough to recognize that.<</s>> She sunk her head as she slowly nodded, agreeing with my point of view. <<s Author>>You lead people. You write your own story.<</s>> I finished, before returning to our assignment, eager to get some good work done. <<light Eva>> took a moment to gather herself before joining me in the work again. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("YaraG3")>><<drop $class "YaraG3" 1>><<pickup $class "YaraG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Yara>><</pic>>As <<light Yara>> and I situated ourselves in the library and started overlooking some of the stuff we had already written, the silence in the air surrounding us prevailed as I got to thinking about the project at hand. //Words that rhyme with emotions...// I thought of what words better described the sentiments I was having working on this, the best collection of letters that would poetically share the message that I was trying to... It was at that moment that I noticed that <<light Yara>> was not as engaged in the thing we were supposedly doing together as I was, as I concentrated on the task and hand while she got distracted on her phone. And it didn't really feel so great, as I saw her there entirely distracted by what was in her hands... I didn't know how to react to that. Did I need to call her out or should I just concentrate on what I had? After all, she was not the best person for this kind of creative work... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Try to call her out">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stand idly by and allow her to get distracted like that. <<s Author>>Hey Yara, is everything okay? Is something missing for you?<</s>> I asked her sarcastically. She didn't really catch the sly humor. <<s Yara>>Oh that's so kind of you. Some water would be nice.<</s>> She said, giving me a small smile before going back to her phone. I watched her incredulously, not quite understanding how she even thought to make such a request. Was she really so stupid that she didn't understand the intentions behind what I said? <<s Yara>>Please, don't keep me waiting.<</s>> I don't know what took over me exactly, but I found myself standing and heading for the door. There was a nearby shop and if I was fast enough I'd be able to get the water bottle and be back in time to finish the assignment. Why did I allow her to control me like that? I had no idea. When I came back with the bottle, I saw a sly smile appear on her face, before she spoke again. <<s Yara>>That's so kind of you.<</s>> She spoke. <<s Yara>>I have a knot on my shoulder, do you mind?<</s>> She wanted me to give her a massage. To forget about our assignment and serve her own whims... And I found myself wanting that as well, as I stood behind her and got to work on my friend's muscular body. <<s Yara>>You're such a great help.<</s>> My friend praised me as I worked on her muscles, servicing her in such a submissive way... Why I did that, I didn't understand. Why her words had such a powerful effect over me, I didn't understand either. All I knew was that she was happy with my performance, and that fact made me happy. Was I really that far gone? <<s Yara>>I should always study with you.<</s>> My friend announced, as she indulged in the way I helped her feel better about herself. And I nodded my head along. Studying? What studying? We were losing time. But I was having fun. Why was servicing someone so submissively, helping with their whims, so fun? What was wrong with me? In the end, we never did make any great improvements on the poem we were supposed to work on. Our grade would suffer, but in the state of mind I currently was in, I didn't mind much. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Call her out">><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Hey Yara. Is everything to your liking?<</s>> I asked her sarcastically, trying to make her understand that the behavior she was exhibiting wasn't the most appreciated. <<s Yara>>Oh yeah it's all great.<</s>> She didn't quite catch my intentions, so I decided to go for a more direct approach: <<s Author>>Well all is not great here. We have an assignment to get finished with.<</s>> I said, as she looked up from her phone. Seeing my frustrated face and slightly aggressive stance, she changed posture and weakened her own stance. <<s Yara>>Alright sorry you're right.<</s>> She put her phone aside.<<s Yara>> Let's work on this.<</s>> The next hour or so passed a bit more equally, as we both got to work on the assignment we had received, trading ideas and coming up with positive rhymes. <<s Yara>>You know what? This isn't half bad.<</s>> She said by the end of it. <<s Author>>See. You were some help too.<</s>> I gave her a backhanded compliment, keeping in pace with the dynamic we had settled in. <<s Yara>>Hehehe thanks.<</s>> My friend was grateful for the help, and I smiled sweetly at her. //Our grade will definitely see a bump next Monday. All because I was more assertive. Is this the right way to go?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Ignore her and continue working.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">> While I was frustrated with the way <<light Yara>> was going about things, I figured that the task at hand required my full attention, and no time needed to be lost on some useless arguments. <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> She raised her hand almost half an hour later to check up on me. While I was struggling and mentally exhausted, I didn't care to raise an argument with her. <<s Author>>It's difficult but all good.<</s>> I said, and she immediately went back to her phone. I guess it can't be helped. The next hour or so, while exhausting, passed without much else happening. I was drained by the end of it, but knew I'd maintain my current overall GPA, and that in itself was good enough for me. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("JasminG3")>><<drop $class "JasminG3" 1>><<pickup $class "JasminG3Done" 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "At the library">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<light Jasmin>> was like a fish out of the water in this setting, not quite herself in this place. There was also more that disturbed her, as we sat there to work on rhymes for the project. <<s Author>>The word orange is so hard to rhyme with.<</s>> I said, exasperated, as I looked at my friend. <<s Jasmin>>Yeah...<</s>> Her mind was elsewhere, disturbed, busy. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin. You're not yourself.<</s>> She looked at me, and I could see the thoughts racing behind her eyes. <<s Jasmin>>It's just... I give the guy everything he might need and receive nothing in return.<</s>> She said, emotional. <<s Author>>Trouble in paradise?<</s>> I felt for her. <<s Jasmin>>He's just not it.<</s>> She said, honest. <<light Jerome>> had always been a troubled person. Despite all the good that he carried, it seemed to me that the relationship was lacking somehow. And <<light Jasmin>> needed guidance. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know what to do. On the one hand, he's an asshole who doesn't deserve my attention. On the other hand, he makes me feel so good about myself, when I'm with him. When he does give me attention.<</s>> If anything, <<light Jasmin>> was a person who was starving for attention. She didn't always receive it in the most conventional ways, and she'd constantly butt heads with people left and right, especially people close to her. This spelled trouble, but also spelled good deeds at times. <<light Jasmin>> noticed me thinking. She called me out. <<s Jasmin>>What are you thinking of?<</s>> I didn't know whether being blunt with her was the right option. But then again, she definitely needed my guidance and was listening to me. This would be an opportunity for me to influence her, whether for the better or the worse. A stray thought in my head nagged me to distance her from <<light Jerome>>, not to keep her safe, but to get him to enjoy myself... Or was it her? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Listen to the voice">><<add "open" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Maybe it was that my willpower was not strong in the face of my inner urges. Or probably because I found an opportunity I couldn't miss... Regardless, I found my spot to talk about what I saw, and guide <<light Jasmin>> in the right direction. <<s Author>>You need attention. That's normal. I do too. But I don't think that guy will be the one to give it to you.<</s>> I was going to be bluntly honest. <<s Author>>Your world is so much bigger than that guy, and it's only through stepping away from him that you'll be able to truly appreciate what it has to offer you.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was listening intently, nodding along as I spoke. <<s Author>>The girls were delighted to have me with them in the team, but I know they were elated to be having you join, just like the old times.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You're liked, appreciated, constantly missed.<</s>> There was a small blush starting to appear on her face at my kind words, that were definitely stroking her ego. <<s Author>>And hot as all hell. You don't need that guy to appreciate your beauty. Cause I know I do!<</s>> Her blush grew tenfold as she took in my small flirtation. I might have pushed it too much though, as I saw her struggle with what to say. <<light Jasmin>> took a moment to speak, the words forming in her mind scaring me as I anticipated them. <<s Jasmin>>I never looked at this... You, that way.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>But then again, I've asked you to do some crazy things with that guy. And you've always been my first choice too...<</s>> My friend talked honestly, and I appreciated her words. <<s Author>>You are better than him. Better than waiting for his approval.<</s>> She nodded. The next hour or so were spent between trying to come up with adequate rhymes and continuing with the line of conversation we had initiated just then, our conversations revealing aspects we didn't know of and growing our friendship with each other. The outcome with the poem was not the greatest, but at least we got the right kind of work done. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>Use this as inspiration">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "group3tempgrade" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was one way that I was certain of to deal with these heavy emotions. A way that would be beneficial to everyone. <<s Author>>I think... Using these emotions as inspiration is the best way to go.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>The best authors are the ones who have channeled their emotions in their art, using words to give life to them and set them in their right spaces.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> unexpectedly accepted my push for inspiration, as she turned her attention again to the words in front of us. <<s Author>>You are totally valid in the way you are feeling, and writing about this will help you in setting things right.<</s>> I explained to my friend, who nodded to me, eager to be dealing with these emotions in a productive way. And productive we were, finding every little ounce of inspiration and using it to our advantage. This poem, by the end, was one that would definitely add to our overall grade. I felt proud of my friend for her actions. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks for this. That was a good distraction.<</s>> I wish I could offer more than a distraction, but a momentary look away might be what my friend needed all things considered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>You need his attention. You should cherish each ounce of it.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "group3tempgrade" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> Then again, my friend was the kind to be overbearing. The attention she got from her father was not the kind that she needed, and despite it all, <<light Jerome>> was a stand-out kind of guy that knew how to cherish you when you're with him. <<s Author>>I think... You need to balance the way you approach him. He's helped you through so much, and you do like him whether you accept it or not.<</s>> I talked, <<s Author>>Honestly I am jealous of what you guys have. Even if it's not all the time, you are obviously into the guy and attracted to what he has to offer. And he is giving you that, at his own pace.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was hooked, nodding along to what I was saying. <<s Author>>You should cherish every ounce he gives you honestly. At least you're still the one receiving it.<</s>> I was getting emotional in my speech. <<s Author>>You have someone who offers you the attention you need, and that's a good thing. And that's what ultimately will make this work for you. You two are made for each other, you just need to grow more compatible. You need to accept what he can't give you and give him all he needs.<</s>> I was potentially leading my friend further into his arms, removing from herself to better fit his vision to what this should be... And yet I was jealous of her, getting the opportunity to do that with someone. I was telling her what I wanted to do myself, probably. Would the opportunity for that come soon? <<s Jasmin>>You're right. I'm being irrational.<</s>> My friend spoke, and her words were a beautiful background of acceptance in my own decaying thoughts. <<s Jasmin>>You're so awesome, <<print $name>>. You deserve a Jerome in your life too.<</s>> That was the word that broke me. The next hour or so was spent talking about ourselves, men, women, everything in between, and nothing related to the poem we were supposed to work on. The poem was unfinished, our grade would suffer, but I didn't care at the moment. I wanted what <<light Jasmin>> had, and was willing to go to lengths to have it... <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3G1")>> <<pichead "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-header.jpg" "A Lesbian Foursome">>Clothing was quickly hitting the floor, an eager foursome underway, all led by the enticing <<light Yara>> who was quick to take charge. <<s Yara>>You all look exceptionally beautiful without any of your clothes on.<</s>> My dominant friend spoke in hushed tones, a small whisper that elluded sensuality. <<s Yara>>Beautiful sexy breasts.<</s>> Her hands found <<light Jasmin>>'s boobs, that were calling to attention. <<s Yara>>Are you still cold or is this more of a naughty, naughty little minx we have here?<</s>> The only answer <<light Jasmin>> could give was a soft moan of appreciation, putty in <<light Yara>>'s dominant hands. <<s Eva>>Let me help you.<</s>> My friend took my attention away from the other two as her hands hooked behind me to take off my bra, revealing my breasts, nipples poking out in eager anticipation. <<s Yara>>As expected, this one is just as horny. Lick them for her.<</s>> Taking charge like that came naturally to our dominant athletic friend, as <<light Eva>> obediantly went ahead and placed my needy left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it before switching to its twin. Meanwhile, <<light Yara>> was taking charge of the needy <<light Jasmin>> in front of her, as she removed her own bra to reveal her perfect breasts. I was looking with rapt attention as those glorious mounds of beauty found freedom, revealing themselves to me in all their naked glory. <<light Yara>>, eyes catching mine, gave her command to a moaning <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Yara>>How about you get down and suck on them, my lovely pet?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> followed her command, her whole body shifting lower to place my friend's right nipple in her mouth while her hand explored the other one, pinching softly in eager attempts to please. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-suckboob.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Yess. That's it. Good girl.<</s>> These words sent jolts of beautiful electricity as the stare lingered between my friend's intense eyes and mine, feeling as if she was telling me that, feeling jealous of the person servicing her. <<s Yara>>Want to join her or enjoy this other slut for yourself?<</s>> My friend, dominant and controlling, offered. Then a smile appeared on her face. <<s Yara>>Or would you rather stoop low, go down there and service the one servicing me? <<if $subdom lte -20>>That seems to be the perfect place for you, don't you think?<</if>><</s>> Her suggestions were amazing, her words enticing, her control unwavering. Did I want to show her she was leading this, or was I feeling that call of assertiveness? <<if $subdom lte -20>>My perfect place would be at the lowest possible level. I needed to serve like that, be close to her, there's no way I could take control right?<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gt -20>><<link "We're on equal footing. Show her I can control Eva">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>My hand finding the back of my friend's head, I pushed her strongly against my breast, almost suffocating her, as she licked with reckless abandon, a statement to my domineering friend that I am not to be toyed with. <<s Author>>I think having the naughty Eva here with me is a more favorable position.<</s>> I teased her, my fingers drifting down to toy with my friend's needy pussy that had strated soaking her underwear. <<s Yara>>I'm always looking for the next good girl. And it seems like the one between my legs here is that one.<</s>> She offered an offhand praise to the victim of her expert manipulation, who moaned against her breasts and she continued her frantic feeding on their tits. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-playboob.jpg">> <<light Yara>> reciprocated my explorative action, her fingers roaming further along <<light Jasmin>>'s body to look for erotic zones. Quickly and expertly, they had slipped underneath her panties and started fingering the needy person in front of them, bringing out needy moans from her lips. <<s Yara>> Can you make your intrument sing like this one?<</s>> The challenge she issued was instantly met with engaged moans from my submissive friend, who proved eager to please me. <<s Author>>Good girl.<</s>> I whispered in her ear, both of us quite jalous of the action on the other side of the room and trying our best to instill that same jealousy in our competition. <<light Yara>> kept a brave face however, playing with her newfound slutty toy while watching us. My hands and <<light Eva>>'s were eagerly exploring each other's bodies as we continued our intense staring contest with a playful <<light Yara>>. Yet, deep there, I saw a small moment of weakness. She felt abandoned as our hands continued their naughty explorations, giving each other pleasure while she watched along. Tables turned, the crescendo that followed brought all of us closer to climax as we continued our voyeur/exhibitionist display, a quatro of naughty girls enjoying each others' bodies. The tension rose and rose until it bubbled out of our bodies, beautiful calls of extacy escaping our lips as we came one after the other. //What a beautiful start of a Sunday, and what a beautiful way to break down this woman's confidence bit by little bit.// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show her I can control Eva" "I lack the dominant gene. I need to serve.">><</if>> <<link "Her nipple is calling for my attention.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-doubleboob.jpg">>I looked at her, and my eyes drifted lower to the back of <<light Jasmin>>'s ehad, which in its movements revealed then concealed the naughty, enticing nipples of my dominant friend. My mouth watered, and almost in a daze, I approached that beckoning breast, my lips searching its features as it went to explore. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> The words sent a beautiful shiver down my spine as I got close to my destination, eagerly anticipating its feel against my lips. <<s Yara>>It's okay, let go.<</s>> She whispered as I came dangerously close to the submissive position. And I dived right in, opening my mouth in anticipation as I searched for her breast. A submissive, childish wave coursed through me as I looked up at her with my mouth around her breast, seeing her smile as she praised me. <<s Yara>>That's such a good girl. Right where you belong!<</s>> She teased me as her hand started stroking my hair, smiling down at me in a motherly way. I wanted to call her mommy, to show her she had the control, but was cut off by a needy <<light Eva>> asking for attention. <<s Eva>>What about me?<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s eyes drifted to land on her, as she smiled wide seeing my friend's needy glare. <<s Yara>>How about you go down and service our new slut, lick her to completion?<</s>> She half-suggested, half-ordered my friend, who eagerly followed the request and went down between the naughty <<light Jasmin>>'s legs, removing her panties to reveal her naked mound. A clash of lips ensued, distracting my fellow tit-licker as she moaned out in eager appreciation. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-licking.jpg">> Seeing this, <<light Yara>> pulled her head up to trade kisses with our naughty new lesbian toy, as I happily took over sucking and kneeding both breasts eagerly. I was enjoying it, and wanted to make the best out of the opportunity, a hunge rin me pushing me to do more for my friend. And more I did, soon both friends moaning out into each other's mouths as <<light Eva>> and I got to work on their bodies, trying to bring out the most beautiful of emotions from them. <<s Yara>>Right there.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm there!<</s>> Their eager calls for attention soon raised a few pitches as we brought them closer to an avid climax, pulling these emotions from them and making them moan out in beautiful release. //What a beautiful start for a naughty Sunday!// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "My place is at the absolute bottom. I'm a slave in my own house.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>I felt a thrilling shiver travel down my spine at the thought of what the dominant person suggested last. <<s Yara>>Go for it, lower yourself.<</s>> Noticing my hesitation and deep thought, <<light Yara>> decided to push me further into submission. I wanted to do it. I wanted to submit and serve. I went down, low, barely aware of the smile that my friend gave as she saw me kneel in my own house, glad to have taken control over this whole interaction. <<s Yara>>That's it, that's a good girl.<</s>> She said in between moans as my friend got to work on her nipples. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-playboob.jpg">> <<light Eva>>, left behind, was quickly adressed by our dominant friend. <<s Yara>>My other nipple isn't going to suck itself!<</s>> She gave her command, dutifully followed by the person I left behind to serve. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesorgy-doubleboob.jpg">> To serve the person currently serving my friend. To lower her panties and reveal the pouty lips underneath. I had to dive in immediately, lick and taste this hidden treasure and search for what's behind. I wanted to see what secrets it held. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-licking.jpg">> My lips attacked hers, my tongue lashing out in exploration, greeted almost immediately with moans of appreciation. And I was just as appreciative, licking with eager abandon and trying to take it all in, to enjoy her moans, a music that played in my ears. I didn't care about what was happening above, I needed to keep licking. Keep serving, keep doing well. Maybe then I'd keep receiving the praise I had been getting. A crescendo and some eager licking later, my friend shuddered, her legs closing in on my head as she came all over my face. That didn't go unnoticed by my new mistress, who was quick to make yet another "request" from me. <<s Yara>>Slut. There's more pussies to lick!<</s>> She made her intentions clear, and I understood what that meant. Looking up at her and <<light Eva>> who was feeding on her nipples like a needy baby looking for milk, she pointed me to my friend. I moved between her legs, pulling her panties away, attacked immediately by the powerful smell of her horniness. And I got to licking there too, now eager to break the time it took to make <<light Jasmin>> cum. <<light Jasmin>> who laid next to me on the carpet in a horny daze. And licking I did, feeling my friend's beautiful legs squirming as I gave her pleasure and tried to give her satisfaction. She moaned out, her voice rose, and her legs pulled closer, warning me of an impending orgasm. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/lesbo-fingering.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Mmmm that's it, such good sluts!<</s>> <<light Eva>>, heated with passion, had removed the dominant's panties and was exploring her fold with her fingers, still licking and nibbling on her tits while doing so. The sight was entracing, almost as much as the pussy that I was feeding on was, and I continued my oral affections, fingers now exploring my own folds. <<s Yara>>What a naughty slut, getting off on eating cunt.<</s>> Her brash words had a positive effect on me, making me squirm further, get hotter, and push my fingers deeper inside of me, fingering myself as I felt my friend's looming orgasm. <<s Eva>>Oh god!<</s>> My friend's moan rose a few octaves as she got closer to orgasm, until she eventually reached a shattering orgasm, her legs pulling me in as she struggled to keep her composure. Our communal orgasm, <<light Yara>> and I, followed closely behind, as the sight of a trashing <<light Eva>> between us was the thing that broke the dam, a beautiful sight of extacy. <<s Yara>>You all did such a beautiful job. Good girls.<</s>> //Indeed, it was a beautiful naughty start for a Sunday!// <<link "On with the day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My place is at the absolute bottom." "I'm too dominant to let go like that.">><</if>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B1")>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">>Stretching my mouth and pushing my physical limits, <<light Jerome>> had wasted no time in getting me on my knees in my own living room to take his sizeable cock in my mouth. A musky smell came out of it, and my horniness couldn't be denied as my fingers drifted lower to explore my folds through the underwear I wore. There was an undeniable naughty aura to the moment, and a beautiful heat that was rising through me. The domineering man wanted to make sure I struggled to service him, as his cock kept going in and out of my throat, pushing my limits. <<s Jerome>>God you look so good on your knees like that.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Jerome>>It's like you're made for this!<</s>> Coming from him, that was high praise, especially in my weakened, breath-needing state. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-deep.jpg">> I was almost suffocating on his sizeable member, barely able to breathe every time his cock drifted out to prepare for another assault on me. A naughty thought coursed through my mind, and I considered it for a moment. <div id='choices'><<link "Take a picture, it'll last longer!">><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/bj-photo.jpg" width="60%">I figured if he liked me so much, why not make the moment last. <<s Author>>How about you take a picture?<</s>> I suggested as I took his cock out of my mouth. <<s Author>>It'll last longer.<</s>> The smile that appeared on his face told me he liked that suggestion, his hand drifting towards his phone nearby while the other one impaled my face back on his enormous member. And I guess that was the right thing to do, since he didn't last long after, filming me take his length the best I can, my lips stretching to their limit to accommodate his impressive size. <<s Jerome>>That's it, you're doing great. Get ready for a happy ending!<</s>> I was eager for it, ready to take it all and embrace the whorish actions I was already engaged in. <<s Jerome>>Here it comes.<</s>> He was filming, I was already dirty from the paint, and I wanted to give him something to remember me by. I took his cock out and stroked it fast, collecting his shooting sperm all over my face in a new painting worthy of a museum exhibition. And cum he did, ropes of his gorgious liquid filling my face and giving me a beautiful facial, all of it caught on cam. He smiled as he got dressed. <<s Jerome>>You did well.<</s>> I smiled back at him. <<s Author>>Will you send the video my way?<</s>> He smiled wider. <<s Jerome>>You got it, you beautiful slut.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the urge, I just need to make him cum.">><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj-normal.jpg">>I didn't feel comfortable having such footage of myself out there, and so decided not to mention the idea that had raced through my mind. <<s Author>>Do you like that?<</s>> I asked him as I removed him powerful rod from my motuh to take a breather, stroking it still as I looked in his eyes. <<s Jerome>>You're doing so well. You're made for this.<</s>> He gave me a backhand compliment as his hand went to the back of my head to put me back in my place, lips stretched around his glorious stick. <<s Author>>Mmm<</s>> I struggled to take him in between moans, servicing him in my own living room. I guess I truly was quite good at it, because it didn't take long for his warning to sound off as he got close. <<s Jerome>>Where do you want it, bitch?<</s>> The name calling had some sort of an effect on me. <<s Author>>My face, paint me.<</s>> I called out, as I went back to bobbing my head on his stiff shaft. And up and down my rhythm continued, now frenzied, trying to finish the job. He eventually finished all over my face, painting me in a beautiful facial that was worthy of museum exhibitons. <<s Jerome>>As I said, you look beautiful like that. Made for it.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B2")>><img src="images/classes/arts-project/samuel-shower.jpg" width="60%"> We had made our way to the bathroom and were washing each other's bodies under the showerhead, exploring the toher's curves and trying to rub them every which was we could. Before long, <<light Samuel>> had me on my knees, stretching my mouth and pushing my physical limits with his impressive penis. A musky smell came out of it, slowly washed away by the cascading water, and my horniness couldn't be denied as my fingers drifted lower to explore my folds, wet by a combination of natural juices and flowing water. There was an undeniable naughty aura to the moment, and a beautiful heat that was rising through me, and steam that was rising from the water, giving the whole scenery a sense of mystery. The domineering man wanted to make sure I enjoyed servicing him, as his cock kept going in and out of my throat, pushing my limits yet respecting my boundaries. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-bj.jpg">> <<s Samuel>>God you look so good on your knees like that.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Samuel>>It's like you're made for this!<</s>> While I didn't expect such a compliment, coming from him, that was high praise, especially in my weakened, breath-needing state. I was almost suffocating on his sizeable member, barely able to breathe every time his cock drifted out to prepare for another assault on me. A naughty thought coursed through my mind, and I considered it for a moment. <div id='choices'><<link "Take a picture, it'll last longer!">><<replace "#choices">><img src="images/classes/arts-project/bj-photo.jpg" width="60%">I figured if he liked me so much, why not make the moment last. <<s Author>>How about you take a picture?<</s>> I suggested as I took his cock out of my mouth. <<s Author>>It'll last longer.<</s>> The smile that appeared on his face told me he liked that suggestion, as he turned off the cascading water, and carried me out of the tub, quickly finding his phone and turning it on, pointing it at me. <<s Samuel>>Get to it!<</s>> He made his request, impaling my face back on his enormous member. And I guess that was the right thing to do, since he didn't last long after, filming me take his length the best I can, my lips stretching to their limit to accommodate his impressive size. <<s Samuel>>That's it, you're doing great. Get ready for a happy ending!<</s>> I was eager for it, ready to take it all and embrace the whorish actions I was already engaged in. <<s Samuel>>Here it comes.<</s>> He was filming, I was already dirty from the paint, and I wanted to give him something to remember me by. I took his cock out and stroked it fast, collecting his shooting sperm all over my face in a new painting worthy of a museum exhibition. And cum he did, ropes of his gorgious liquid filling my face and giving me a beautiful facial, all of it caught on cam. He smiled as we headed back into the shower to finish the job we were up to in the first place. <<s Samuel>>You did well.<</s>> I smiled back at him. <<s Author>>Will you send the video my way?<</s>> He smiled wider. <<s Samuel>>You got it, you beautiful slut.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the urge, I just need to make him cum.">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel comfortable having such footage of myself out there, and so decided not to mention the idea that had raced through my mind, still feeling the water attacking me as I continued to service him. <<s Author>>Do you like that?<</s>> I asked him as I removed him powerful rod from my mouth to take a breather, stroking it still as I looked in his eyes. <<s Samuel>>You're doing so well. You're made for this.<</s>> He gave me a backhand compliment as his hand went to the back of my head to put me back in my place, lips stretched around his glorious stick. <<s Author>>Mmm<</s>> I struggled to take him in between moans, servicing him in my own living room. I guess I truly was quite good at it, because it didn't take long for his warning to sound off as he got close. <<s Samuel>>Where do you want it, bitch?<</s>> The name calling had some sort of an effect on me. Figuring I was already being submerged in water and it would be that hard to clean off, I wanted to give him a nice imagery for his ending. <<s Author>>My face, paint me.<</s>> I called out, as I went back to bobbing my head on his stiff shaft. And up and down my rhythm continued, now frenzied, trying to finish the job. He eventually finished all over my face, painting me in a beautiful facial that was worthy of museum exhibitons, slowly being washed away by the cascading water. <<s Samuel>>As I said, you look beautiful like that. Made for it.<</s>> From him, this was high praise. //What a beautiful start to a beautiful Sunday!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $class.has("G3B3")>><<pichead "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-bj1.jpg" "An interracial threesome">>The two men had gotten me to kneel right in the middle of my living room, each of them on one side of me, cocks out and hitting me in the face as I rushed to service them both. The foreplay was over, and the heat was unmistakable. They needed to be served and I'd be the whore to serve them today. <<s Jerome>>You've never been prettier than now.<</s>> His compliment was wrong in so many different ways, yet made me feel so happy, honored to be called beautiful. <<s Samuel>>I never knew you had it in you to act like that. You truly are all the same.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> commented. Despite feeling like one of many, I felt proud to be one of many that have served these two, or people like them. A tale as old as time, a horny girl with big black cocks surrounding her, but a true tale that needed to be repeated, a tale I was proud to be perpetuating with my own lips. Lips that were wrapped around impressive cocks that challenged me to take them all in. If anything, I was a convicted person who was going to do her best to make these two cum. My mouth was getting tired, and it was difficult to multi-task between these two hulking bodies, yet I wanted to be the person to service them and help them find their satisfaction. <div id='choices'><<link "I will serve them with my mouth.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-bj2.jpg">> Bobbing up and down, I worked both cocks simultaneously, alternating between the two to keep them both satisfied. Indeed, it was a workout, but it was the kind of workout that I always looked forward to. <<s Jerome>>You're so good at this. Keep it up.<</s>> The dominant man spoke, forcing my motuh onto his cock as I struggled to take it in. The other man joined in the praise: <<s Samuel>>You're about to be painted just like that canvas down there.<</s>> He warned, <<s Samuel>>Our slutty work of art.<</s>> And indeed, true to their words, they eventaully painted me just like they had the canvas, turning me into a whorish display of naughty white liquid. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-facial.jpg">> And I was happy for it, glad to have served them and eager for the next time I get to taste their beautiful cocks. //I've really come out of my shell recently!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $sexskill gte 40>><<link "My two other holes are ready for them.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't be satisfied with simply sucking them off anymore. I wantd more, was eager to get, it, and would ride for it. And ride I was about to. <<s Author>>I need you both inside of me, now.<</s>> I called out, eagerly standing up and moving into position to ride <<light Samuel>>. Behind me, <<light Jerome>> immediately moved into positon, lining up his cock with my asshole. <<s Jerome>>I knew you were a three hole slut.<</s>> He said as he spit on my hole, preparing it for his huge intrusive member. Meanwhile, <<light Samuel>> had lines his cock with my pussy, and my saliva merged with a very, very, wet hole allowed him quick entry and dominion of my personal space. He satrted going in and out. <<light Jerome>>, not wanting to be left out, grabbed hold of my ass and started pushing in. It hurt, for sure, but it also had the most beautiful of feelings tied to it. I wanted it all inside of me. I wanted to be completely dominated by the both of them. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-doublepenetration2.jpg">> They drilled itno me, two angry black men claiming what was rightfully theirs, drlling both of my holes in unison as they forced out moans from me, challenged to be taking both of their huge cocks at the same time. I don't know which I preferred, the more studied approach of <<light Samuel>> who was fucking my pussyhole and spreading my lips around his magnificent cock, or the intense, almost animalistic attacks of <<light Jerome>>'s huge cock, which fucked my ass with forceful thrusts that brought out pain and pleasure in unison. I probably loved both, eager to be a three hole slut to my two friends, a plaything between their agressive black hands. <<light Jerome>> grabbed hold of me and turned me around, as <<light Samuel>> followed, cock still tied to my pussy, turning us all around so he held me up on his big fat cock. This position allowed him to drill deeper in me, as I almost rode him, and brought out the most musical of moans from my lips. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-doublepenetration1.jpg">> I was happily engaged in what was happening, and I wanted it all. And <<light Jerome>> obviously led the action, his expertise showing in the way he handled me, his lips finding my tits and intensifying my pleasure. I shuddered, sandwiched between the two men, as I felt my orgasm rush through me in that position, moaning out for all to hear, for all to know that two black men were dominating my body in my own house. And I moaned out loud, my whole body contracting, trying to mils their cocks dry. <<s Jerome>>Let's paint this whore just like we did that canvas.<</s>> The commanding man spoke as he pushed me to the floor to kneel in front of both their beautiful cocks. A few strokes later, they had created yet another masterpiece on the floors of my house, this one the whore that I was being the artform of choice. <<picmid "classes/arts-project/ir-threesome-facial.jpg">> And I was happy for it, glad to have served them and eager for the next time I got to sample their beautiful hard black cocks. //I've really come out of my shell recently!// <<link "On with the day!" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My two other holes are ready for them" "I'm not skilled enough, sexually.">><</if>></div> <<else>>Something went wrong, you shouldn't be here. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</if>>

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<<if $time is 1>><<if $valentine.has('Announcement') and $valentine.count("Announced") is 0>><<RE 'valentine/announcement.jpg'>>My arrival at school today is met with a completely different decoration. I notice a bunch of <<link "flyers" "Valentine Announcement">><</link>> being passed around, and pick one up.<</RE>> <<else>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 4)>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I arrive at school. Everyone seems to be happy and greets me kindly.<</RE>><<case 2>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<RE "character/ria.jpg">>Walking down the school corridors, I pass by <<light Ria>> who smiles at me before heading to class.<</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I arrive at school. Everyone seems to be happy and greets me kindly.<</RE>><</if>><<case 3>><<RE "character/eric.jpg">><<if $metEric is false>>A random guy walks the corridors. I do not recognize him, though he does look familiar...<<else>>I notice <<light Eric>> at a distance as he says hello to me before turning to a friend to continue talking to them.<</if>><</RE>><<case 4>><<RE "random/school-random4.jpg">>Rushing into school because of a late bus, I look around to see that everyone is heading to class. The bell must have rung already!<</RE>><<case 5>><<RE "random/school-random5.jpg">>On my way to class, I pass by a couple engaged in a romantic conversation. Love is in the air this morning!<</RE>><</switch>><</if>><<elseif $time is 2 or $time is 3>><<if $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonly.count('Jerome Statement') gt 0>><<RE 'character/jerome.jpg'>>'As I find myself hanging around the corridors of the school, I am approached by my friend <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Jerome" "Jerome Statement Talk">><<addtime>><<pickup $blackonly 'Jerome Statement' 1>><<add "Jerome" 3>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Eva New Boobs") and $friendsevents.count("Eva New Boobs Seen") is 0>><<RE "events/evaevents/belle-newboobs.jpg">><<light Eva>> looks quite different... Let's see what <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>that is about" "Eva New Boobs">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs Seen" 1>><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<else>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal")>><<set $schoolrandom to 1>><<else>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 4)>><</if>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>>/*Ria Stuff*/<<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<RE "character/ria.jpg">><<light Ria>> smiles at me as she sees me wandering the school corridors.<br><<if $day is 1>><<s Ria>>Don't forget debate club today!<</s>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Ria Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to Ria about the HRC post" "HRC SM Ria Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Ria" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<s Ria>>See you on Monday!<</s>><</if>><</RE>><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>><<RE "character/ria.jpg">><<light Ria>> sees me in the corridors of the school and all but ignores me. Guess that's what I get for denying her offer to join the debate club...<</RE>><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal")>><<RE "character/ria.jpg">>As I wander the school corridors, I am approached by an interesting-looking individual. She wants to <<link "talk" "Debate Club Introduction">><<drop $club "DebateProposal" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random3.jpg">>The mood is positive at school on this beautiful day.<</RE>><</if>><<case 2>>/*Eric Stuff*/<<RE "character/eric.jpg">><<if $valentine.hasAny('flowery dress', 'yellow dress', 'red dress') and $valentine.hasAll('ericchoosed', 'Approach') and visited("Eric Valentine Talk") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eric is approaching me nervously" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $cuck gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck 10 Scene") is 0>><<light Eric>> gives me a sideways glance as he talks to his friends. I smile knowing I have his eye. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Let's walk away" "Cuck 10 Scene">><<addtime>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck 10 Scene" 1>><</link>><<else>>I notice <<light Eric>> at a distance as he says hello to me before turning to a friend to continue talking to them.<</if>><</RE>><<case 3>>/*HRC Stuff*/<<if $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Male Gaze") is 0>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>A group of random students my age and older want to talk to me about something... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Probably the feminism protest..." "HRC Fem2 Male Gaze">><<addtime>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $metellis is true and $club.count("Bathroom Discovery") is 0>><<RE "classes/washroom.jpg">>I remember our HRC conversation with <<light Ellis>> and decide to wander around the school corridors, reaching the bathrooms on the <<link "third floor" "LGBT Bathroom Discovery">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Julio Scene") is 0>><<RE "character/julio.jpg">><<light Julio>> is walking down the school corridors, a smile wide on his face. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to him about the HRC post" "HRC SM Julio Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $hrctotal gte 30>><<RE 'events/schoolevents/hrc-flyer1.jpg'>>I see an HRC member distributing flyers as a way to expand the club's influence. I smile at her, happy with the added advertisement! <<if $helped is false>><<linkreplace "Help her">><<set $helped to true>><<add "hrc" 3>>I decide to take some time to help her. This benefits the HRC.<</linkreplace>><<else>>I've already helped her once before.<</if>><</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>Spending time at school, I find myself free to engage with anyone I please.<</RE>><</if>><<case 4>>/*Ellis Stuff*/<<if $metellis is true>><<RE "character/ellis.jpg">><<light Ellis>> is wandering around the corridors. <<if $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Ellis Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to them about the HRC post" "HRC SM Ellis Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>>.<<elseif $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Ellis") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to them about the feminist protest" "HRC Fem2 Ellis">><<addtime>><</link>>.<<elseif $club.has("Fem2 Ellis Join") and visited("HRC Fem2 Ellis") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>They are looking interesting today" "HRC Fem2 Ellis">><<addtime>><<add "Ellis" 1>><</link>>...<<elseif $club.has("nbbath")>>They flash me a wide smile before heading into their gender-neutral bathrooms. <<elseif $club.has("nonbbath")>>They furtively walk away, disappointed by my failure to aid their cause. <<elseif $club.count("NexStory") is 0>>I feel like <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>talking to them" "LGBT Ellis Convo">><<addtime>><</link>> about the whole bathroom situation.<</if>><</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random2.jpg">>I hang around at school, the vibes positive and the mood light.<</RE>><</if>><</switch>><</if>><<elseif $time gte 4>><<set $schoolrandom to random(1, 3)>><<switch $schoolrandom>><<case 1>><<if $work.has("SW Ruby Nude Delayed") and $work.count("SW Ruby Nude Accepted") is 0>><<RE "character/ruby.jpg">>My art professor's offer was still on my mind... <<if $open gte 50>><<linkreplace "I should accept it.">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Accepted" 1>><</linkreplace>><<else>>I don't have the courage to pick her up on it.<</if>><</RE>><<elseif $work.count("SW Ruby Nude Talk") is 0 and GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" and visited("Group Project 3") lte 3>><<RE "character/ruby.jpg">>My art professor was walking the hallways. Could I try for extra work for a better grade? <<link "Talk to her" "SW Ruby Intro">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Talk" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $work.has("SW Ruby Nude Done")>><<RE "character/ruby.jpg">>As I passed my art teacher in the school's corridors, I remembered how I have performed for her night classes in the nude. It was a definite thrill.<</RE>><<elseif $work.has("SW Ruby Nude Accepted")>><<RE "character/ruby.jpg">>I was looking forward to the nude art class that my art teacher mentioned, Friday through the park.<</RE>><<else>><<RE "random/school-random1.jpg">>The empty hallways of my school hold a sinister mood to them... I should probably head elsewhere...<</RE>><</if>><<case 2>><<RE "random/school-janitor.jpg">>As I walk the empty hallways of the school, I find myself face to face with a sinister looking janitor. <<s stranger>>I just cleaned this floor. You shouldn't be here.<</s>> It's maybe better I leave and go elsewhere.<</RE>><<case 3>><<RE "random/school-random1.jpg">>It feels wrong being here at this time. I should probably leave...<</RE>><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $time is 2>>Hanging out at school, here are the friends I find in the Quad:<<elseif $time is 3>>My friends are hanging out here, though I might want to do something else with my afternoon:<</if>> <<if $yaraavoid is false>><<include "Yara Options">><</if>><<if $jasminavoid is false>><<include "Jasmin Options">><</if>><<include "Eric Options">> <<if $evaavoid is false>><<include "Eva Options">><</if>><<if $leoavoid is false>><<include "Leo Options">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -30 and $friendsevents.count("Sub30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='100px' title='An interesting proposition'>" "Sub30 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Sub30" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Jerome" 3>><</link>><</if>><<if $cuck gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck10") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/samuel.jpg' width='100px' title='Samuel wants to talk'>" "Cuck10 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck10" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Samuel" 3>><</link>><</if>><<if $femnippleevents is true and $day is 5 and visited("HRC Fem2 Bekham") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk to Bekham about the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Bekham">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>>

<center> <<switch random(1, 8)>> <<case 1>> <img src="images/locations/class1.jpg" width="80%"> Attending biology class, our teacher starts elaborating on skin types and their different supposed treatments. Since when did this whole thing turn into a twisted dermatology thing? Looking over to the desk near me, I can see<<light Jasmin>>comparing her skin to the man seated next to her,<<light Jerome>>. <div id="choices"><<link 'Appreciate the differences'>><<replace "#choices">>I look at their skin differences and notice how beautiful they are next to each other, enthralled in their contrast. Looking up, I can see<<light Jasmin>>looking at me, smiling in understanding. <<less "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Look away'>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to avert my eyes and give them their space. What was it the professor was saying about skin cancer again?<<add "grade" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 2>> In sports class today, we are asked to increase our stamina by running laps around the field. <div id="choices"><<link 'Try to hide away from class'>><<replace "#choices">>Not particularly interested in running around in circles needlessly, I find a spot next to the bleachers away from the coach's eyes to rest for a few. Seated there, I ogle a few of my fellow students, appreciating their bodies.<<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Participate and push my limits'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "athletics" 1>>As I keep running round and round the field, I find my limits and push beyond them, wanting to challenge myself and improve my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a few students hiding behind the bleachers, watching us. I'm sure I'm a sight to see.<</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 3>> In entering gymnastics class today, I am brought face to face with my personal worst enemy: stretching. My body is not meant to bend in these ways, I swear! <div id="choices"><<if $athletics >= 5>><<link 'I need a little push'>><<add "looks" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting effort into getting better at stretching, I bend and twist and improve my flexibility. Thank god I am a bit athletic! Though it does feel like I am being watched... <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link 'I will need to push my limits'>><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "looks" 1>><<replace"#choices">>At great personal strain and cost, I push myself to the limit to reach the perfect body I seek. It pains me at times, but I am confident that I have improved my flexibility. I can't help but feel watched somehow... <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<case 4>> Music class has not always been the most interesting one. However, as the teacher is sick and their replacement is there teaching the class, their approach to the subject is very interesting. Apparently, if you smile while singing, your voice automatically becomes better... Wouldn't hurt to try would it? <div id="choices"><<link 'Try smiling in song'>><<replace "#choices">>As I follow along the class and fake a smile, I immediately notice that my singing is improving. I genuinely smile as I notice that this simple gesture aids in my voice and the way I sound. <<add "looks" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'This is silly'>><<replace "#choices">>Seriously? They decided to bring in someone else to teach music? Is this what my parents are paying for my education on? I don't follow along the class, refusing the sing when prompted to. Whatever, I will get the chance to get the grade back when the actual teacher comes along.<<less "grade" 2>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 5>> Literature class has not always been my favorite. So when class started on this glorious day, I wasn't way too keen to listen to how a certain author revolutionized the whole genre or whatever. <<light Eva>>on the other hand, was enthralled by the lecture, and I couldn't stop myself from mocking her somehow. <div id="choices"><<link "write her a joke poem">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. The only person listening to class, my dear, is you." After I slip the note over to my friend, she picks it up and reads it. Hiding her laugh under a fake cough, she turns to look at me with a smile in her eyes. Looking around, she notices that my poem is truthful as she's the only one not playing around.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "write her a naughty poem">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. Clothes are shed, lingerie too, Legs are spread, beautiful view On the bed, Me and you." As I pass her the note, I can't help but feel that this might've been too explicit. I dare not look at her as I hear her audibly gasp at the words I wrote her, but force myself to steal a glance. The reddened face I see tells me all I need to know: I successfully flustered my friend. I doubt she'll be able to continue class after this. She doesn't seem to mind the joke though, as she steals a glance of her own at me and puts out her tongue. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "make a farting noise and blame it on her">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I put my hands to my mouth as I prepare myself for the epic prank I'm about to pull off. "Prrrrrtt" the sound fills the room as I immediately put my hands away, and turn to look at<<light Eva>>. Everyone, turning towards me and seeing my directed attention, looks at my friend as well. She is blushing profusely. <<s Eva>>I didn't.. It wasn't..<</s>> Unable to mount a proper defense, she resigns herself to silence as she gives me death glares. Maybe the joke was one step too far...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 6 7 8>> I attend class as usual. It is getting pretty boring but beggars can't be choosers I guess... <div id="choices"><<link 'Concentrate <img src="images/icons/smarts.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "grade" 1>> I concentrate on class and listen as the professor gives their meaningless course.<</replace>><</link>><<link 'Daydream <img src="Images/Icons/Corruption.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<less "grade" 1>> As I start thinking about other things unrelated to what is being taught in class, I notice that time has passed without me being able to concentrate on anything that has been said. At least my imagination was fun.<<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>> I attend class. It is boring. <</switch>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>></center> Developper's note: You are seeing this scene because you made the choice to toggle some content off.

<center> <<switch random(1, 8)>> <<case 1>> <img src="images/locations/class1.jpg" width="80%"> Attending biology class, our teacher starts elaborating on skin types and their different supposed treatments. Since when did this whole thing turn into a twisted dermatology thing? Looking over to the desk near me, I can see <<light Jasmin>> comparing her skin to the man seated next to her,<<light Jerome>>. <div id="choices"><<link 'Appreciate the differences'>><<replace "#choices">>I look at their skin differences and notice how beautiful they are next to each other, enthralled in their contrast. Looking up, I can see<<light Jasmin>>looking at me, smiling in understanding. <<less "grade" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Look away'>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to avert my eyes and give them their space. What was it the professor was saying about skin cancer again?<<add "grade" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 2>> In sports class today, we are asked to increase our stamina by running laps around the field. <div id="choices"><<link 'Try to hide away from class'>><<replace "#choices">>Not particularly interested in running around in circles needlessly, I find a spot next to the bleachers away from the coach's eyes to rest for a few. Seated there, I ogle a few of my fellow students, appreciating their bodies.<<less "grade" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'Participate and push my limits'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "athletics" 1>>As I keep running round and round the field, I find my limits and push beyond them, wanting to challenge myself and improve my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a few students hiding behind the bleachers, watching us. I'm sure I'm a sight to see.<</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 3>> In entering gymnastics class today, I am brought face to face with my personal worst enemy: stretching. My body is not meant to bend in these ways, I swear! <div id="choices"><<if $athletics gte 5>><<link 'I need a little push'>><<add "looks" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting effort into getting better at stretching, I bend and twist and improve my flexibility. Thank god I am a bit athletic! Though it does feel like I am being watched... <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link 'I will need to push my limits'>><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "looks" 1>><<replace "#choices">>At great personal strain and cost, I push myself to the limit to reach the perfect body I seek. It pains me at times, but I am confident that I have improved my flexibility. I can't help but feel watched somehow... <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<case 4>> Music class has not always been the most interesting one. However, as the teacher is sick and their replacement is there teaching the class, their approach to the subject is very interesting. Apparently, if you smile while singing, your voice automatically becomes better... Wouldn't hurt to try would it? <div id="choices"><<link 'Try smiling in song'>><<replace "#choices">>As I follow along the class and fake a smile, I immediately notice that my singing is improving. I genuinely smile as I notice that this simple gesture aids in my voice and the way I sound. <<add "looks" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><</replace>><</link>> <<link 'This is silly'>><<replace "#choices">>Seriously? They decided to bring in someone else to teach music? Is this what my parents are paying for my education on? I don't follow along the class, refusing the sing when prompted to. Whatever, I will get the chance to get the grade back when the actual teacher comes along.<<less "grade" 2>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<case 5>> Literature class has not always been my favorite. So when class started on this glorious day, I wasn't way too keen to listen to how a certain author revolutionized the whole genre or whatever. <<light Eva>>on the other hand, was enthralled by the lecture, and I couldn't stop myself from mocking her somehow. <div id="choices"><<link "write her a joke poem">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. The only person listening to class, my dear, is you." After I slip the note over to my friend, she picks it up and reads it. Hiding her laugh under a fake cough, she turns to look at me with a smile in her eyes. Looking around, she notices that my poem is truthful as she's the only one not playing around.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "write her a naughty poem">><<less "grade" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>"Roses are red, violets are blue. Clothes are shed, lingerie too, Legs are spread, beautiful view On the bed, Me and you." As I pass her the note, I can't help but feel that this might've been too explicit. I dare not look at her as I hear her audibly gasp at the words I wrote her, but force myself to steal a glance. The reddened face I see tells me all I need to know: I successfully flustered my friend. I doubt she'll be able to continue class after this. She doesn't seem to mind the joke though, as she steals a glance of her own at me and puts out her tongue. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "make a farting noise and blame it on her">><<less "grade" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I put my hands to my mouth as I prepare myself for the epic prank I'm about to pull off. "Prrrrrtt" the sound fills the room as I immediately put my hands away, and turn to look at<<light Eva>>. Everyone, turning towards me and seeing my directed attention, looks at my friend as well. She is blushing profusely. <<s Eva>>I didn't.. It wasn't..<</s>> Unable to mount a proper defense, she resigns herself to silence as she gives me death glares. Maybe the joke was one step too far...<</replace>><</link>></div> <<case 6 7 8>> I attend class as usual. It is getting pretty boring but beggars can't be choosers I guess... <div id="choices"><<link 'Concentrate <img src="images/icons/smarts.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<add "grade" 1>> I concentrate on class and listen as the professor gives their meaningless course.<</replace>><</link>><<link 'Daydream <img src="Images/Icons/Corruption.png">'>><<replace "#choices">><<less "grade" 1>> As I start thinking about other things unrelated to what is being taught in class, I notice that time has passed without me being able to concentrate on anything that has been said. At least my imagination was fun.<<add "arousal" 10>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>> I attend class. It is boring. <</switch>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><</link>></center> PS: You have seen all written classes and are now floating across randomly generated repeatable classes. The way forward is through corruption or discovering more aspects of the school and new classes.

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<set $cheertryouts to false>>Cheer Tryouts! Do good or bad? Lose the opportunity to join?<<link "mess up" "School">><<set $cheer to false>><</link>> <<else>>Cheerleading! Let's play and enjoy!<</if>> <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <<if $club.hasAll("DC Red Herring", "DC Slippery Slope", "DC Bandwagon", "DC Strawman", "DC Ad Hominem", "DC False Dichotomy")>>We've seen all the different debate fallacies that we could fall into. This is the end of content in the DC for this update! <<elseif visited(passage()) is 1>>Walking through the door to the private study room in that library, I see around half a dozen students from our high school gathered, enjoying each other's company as they discussed various topics, the meeting yet to begin. <<light Eva>> notices me walking in and rushes to greet me. <<s Eva>>Oh I'm so glad you could make it!<</s>> She was smiling wide. <<s Eva>>You'll fit right in here, you'll see.<</s>> I looked around, recognizing quite a few of the students from school, most top of their classes and really... intelligent people. <<s stranger>>Ah yes indeed, that's the whole point of such an event taking place.<</s>> <<s stranger>>It is only through the logarithmic equation that one can truly...<</s>> <<s stranger>>Thoroughly I tell you. All elements of production should categorically pass through said process, for...<</s>> <<pic Ria>><</pic>> The conversations told a lot about the level of... <<dark "knowledge" "also see: pretentiousness">> these people had. I felt like a fish out of the water. <<s Ria>>Guys if we can settle down...<</s>> I noticed the girl who had invited me to that club take place in the center of the room, eager to get things started. I looked at <<light Eva>> stunned. <<s Author>>Hold on she's...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah she's the president.<</s>> She cut me off, before silently looking at what seemed to be the leader of this club. <<s Ria>>First of all, I'd like to welcome our newest member, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Her face formed a huge smile as she pointed at me, designating me to other members. <<s Ria>>I am sure with her addition, our club will get the push it needs to truly get to the top.<</s>> She continued her compliment, and I felt myself get colored with an additional shade of red. <<s Ria>>As you know, things are about to get intense for us in the coming months. The regionals, then nationals, await, and there's a lot that we need to work on. For that, I've devised a plan for the next few weeks as we get ready for the upcoming debate.<</s>> A member standing at the other side of the room from me raised his hand. I recognize him as someone I've seen before in passing, a Junior at school. <<s stranger>>With <<print $name>> added, what would it mean to our team in front of the other schools? Will that affect anything?<</s>> <<light Ria>>, interrupted, took a moment before answering, her voice cutting and dry: <<s Ria>>We'll cross that bridge once we reach it. We need our best team at the frontlines, and that's what we're working towards.<</s>> She then continued: <<s Ria>>With Ms. Tarnipp missing, we still lack a patron of the club, which puts things on my shoulders, so I'd appreciate it if you all could help alleviate that concern thankyouverymuch.<</s>> She obviously had a strong character, and knew how to eloquently express herself. There was no denying that the persons standing in front of me had potential, yet I could see a glint of mischievousness in her eyes every time she spoke. <<s Ria>>Now, on to work, we have a lot to do.<</s>> She announced, clapping her hands. <<light Eva>> and I were paired, as she led me through the basics of debate and what the club stood for. I listened and nodded along as she spoke and explained, and was eager to see where this club could get to. Everyone there was super smart, that was not a topic of discussion. But everything else was, from abortion to religion to politics, as we went about discussing different topics trying to come up with arguments on the fly. It felt somewhat chaotic, and what was oddest was <<light Ria>>'s constant interjections. <<s Ria>>Red Herring! False Dichotomy! Ad Hominem!<</s>> She called out fallacy after fallacy as we debated, until the time was completely up. As we finished and left the room, I could see that she remained thoughtful, the weight of leadership obvious as she calmly walked away. <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Eager to see what the second session with the Debate Club would bring me, I walked into a room where <<light Ria>> had already prepared the board with a bunch of words strung upon it, some of which I recognized from last time. At the top, she pointed out the name of the lesson: <center>LOGICAL FALLACIES</center> She smiled as she greeted me, and I was soon followed by my fellow debaters, eager to get the session started. <<s Ria>>As you all can see, we'll be concentrating on logical fallacies. These pesky little things often ruin debates as they take them out of context and argue out of the lines of the debate, putting aside the main reason or topic or overwhelming it with other things.<</s>> She started, before promptly continuing: <<s Ria>>Logical fallacies are tricky to recognize and fight against, so it will take us quite a while to get to a point where we can truly say we have mastered them instead of mastering us. That is why I have decided to give them so much attention, with hopefully each week us going in depth into one of them.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Here's where it gets interesting.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Ria>>Instead of avoiding those fallacies in our debates, we will be using them. To truly understand where they might be wrong. In doing so, week after week we'll be able to really understand and see how often we use them in our debates, and avoid them.<</s>> There was some sort of logic behind what she was saying, but it was elluding me. But then again, I wasn't the president of the club sooo... <<s Ria>>And one last thing, <<print $name>>, being the new member of the group, will be choosing what fallacy we'll be working on every week.<</s>> She pointed to the board, showing me the options. Groans of disapproval sounded, but it didn't matter. It was time to choose our first lesson. <center><<if $club.has("DC RedHerring")>><<dark "Red Herring" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Red Herring" "DC Red Herring">><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<dark "Slippery Slope" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Slippery Slope" "DC Slippery Slope">><<pickup $club "DC Slippery Slope" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Bandwagon")>><<dark "Bandwagon" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Bandwagon" "DC Bandwagon">><<pickup $club "DC Bandwagon" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Strawman")>><<dark "Strawman" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Strawman" "DC Strawman">><<pickup $club "DC Strawman" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Ad Hominem")>><<dark "Ad Hominem" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Ad Hominem" "DC Ad Hominem">><<pickup $club "DC Ad Hominem" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC False Dichotomy")>><<dark "False Dichotomy" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "False Dichotomy" "DC False Dichotomy">><<pickup $club "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><</link>><</if>></center> <<else>>As we walked into the room, we were faced yet again with another fallacy to learn about and debate on, the odd choice to actually use the fallacy in our debate not quite making sense to me... <center><<if $club.has("DC Red Herring")>><<dark "Red Herring" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Red Herring" "DC Red Herring">><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<dark "Slippery Slope" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Slippery Slope" "DC Slippery Slope">><<pickup $club "DC Slippery Slope" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Bandwagon")>><<dark "Bandwagon" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Bandwagon" "DC Bandwagon">><<pickup $club "DC Bandwagon" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Strawman")>><<dark "Strawman" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Strawman" "DC Strawman">><<pickup $club "DC Strawman" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC Ad Hominem")>><<dark "Ad Hominem" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "Ad Hominem" "DC Ad Hominem">><<pickup $club "DC Ad Hominem" 1>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DC False Dichotomy")>><<dark "False Dichotomy" "Already done that">><<else>><<link "False Dichotomy" "DC False Dichotomy">><<pickup $club "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<if $club.hasAll("DC Red Herring", "DC Slippery Slope", "DC Bandwagon", "DC Strawman", "DC Ad Hominem", "DC False Dichotomy")>>We've finished all fallacies. <<dark "Time to recollect our thoughts" "Not available in this update, wait for 0.3.0">><</if>></center><</if>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>>

<center><<pic Ria>>A stranger approaches...<</pic>></center>The interesting-looking girl adjusts her eyeglasses as she approaches, immediately talking as soon as she reaches me. <<s Ria>>Hey this won't take long and I hope you won't be annoyed at my approach, but you caught my eye.<</s>> That was an odd, direct approach... <<s Ria>>Don't get me wrong, I don't find you attractive like that. Not that I don't find women attractive, but this is not it. I mean you are attractive...<</s>> This one sure was awkward. I saw as she took a deep breath to stop her ranting, before continuing with a calmer tone: <<s Ria>>The thing is, I'm looking to have you join the debate club.<</s>> I looked at her, weirded out by the offer. <<light Ria>> looked back at me confidently, no longer the shy personality she portrayed moments earlier. <<s Ria>>You impressed me during <<light Bekham>>'s last class and I believe you have what it takes to truly shine in our club. Eva is even a part of it by the way.<</s>> The proposal was very interesting. A new club to join, which would definitely look nice on my CV and college applications... Maybe there's some logic behind accepting this... <<s Ria>>I see you're considering it, great. You don't need to think much. All signs point to you accepting. So just say yes.<</s>> There was an undeniable authority in her voice, the confidence of someone who rarely hears the word "no". <div id="choices"><<dark "❗Notice❗" "Choosing the second option will lock off all Debate Club Elements of the game.">> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Accept her proposal">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Accepted" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I heard my answer as I was saying, noticing that I was convinced before I was conscious of it. Her smile widened, and I felt happy to have pleased her. <<s Ria>>Awesome! I'll see you on Mondays between 4PM and 6PM at the library. We have the private room for ourselves at that time.<</s>> She announced before walking away with a spring in her step. //I hope this will be worth it...// <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not interested">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite all the positives to joining that club, I didn't feel like it was the right choice for me. I had to deny her offer. <<s Author>>Sorry, it's gonna be a no for me.<</s>> <<s Ria>>Oh that's a shame.<</s>> <<s Author>>I just don't have any time is all.<</s>> I explained. <<s Ria>>Shame.<</s>> She simply walked away, head still held high. I shrugged and went my own way. //I hope I don't miss much because of that.// <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Red Herring</h2></center><div id="continue"> <<s Ria>>Red herring is the fallacy where the person tries to redirect the conversation away from its original topic.<</s>> <<light Ria>> was quick to explain the different ways how a red herring could occur, whether it was intentional or not. Her precise manner of explaining things was then met with, as she had previously mentioned, an exercise to better discover the fallacy. After two couples made it up to debate different topics, it was time for me and <<light Eva>> to pull from the hat. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: LGBT Rights</h3></center> Topic chosen, it was immediately decided that I'd be arguing against LGBT Rights while <<light Eva>> would be arguing in favor of them. She wasn't particularly happy with that outcome, but she took the topic to heart nonetheless. I always felt she had a repressed lesbo side... We took a few moments each to come up with adequate arguments, a few that made sense and one that would be a Red Herring. If the other person points out the red herring they'll succeed in today's test. <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/red-herring.jpg">><<s Eva>>Human Rights have always been at the forefront of humanity's struggle to keep doing better than their ancestors. And before you tell me that I'm exaggerating or changing the topic, it is important that I point out that LGBT Rights are also, at their essence, human rights. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights clearly states that all men are created equal. It is a fact. It is truth. As such, it is only logical that members of the LGBT community have the same rights as anyone else, including the right to exist, but also to marriage and love.<</s>> Her opening argument stated, we engaged in a back and forth, constantly at the watch for any little red fish that would make its way through the conversation. After a while, I decided to reveal my fallacy. <<s Author>>Your insistence on rights and freedom for this queer community actually is a restriction of freedom, because it takes over other people's freedoms. And we all know that when someone's wants overlap with another's rights, that's when things crash and fall. We can all agree that people have the right of autonomy. The right to their own bodies.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I fail to see where you're headed with this...<</s>> <<s Author>>Simply answer me.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yes.<</s>> <<s Author>>And we can agree that someone unconscious or underage or mentally disabled cannot give consent, is that true?<</s>> <<s Eva>>That is correct.<</s>> She didn't want to give me the same word I used, not to show weakness. <<s Author>>Then we can all agree that pedophiles, by their mere existence and the things they do, are actually a danger to other people's right to autonomy and body, or will we deny that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I could never.<</s>> <<s Author>>And here lies the core of the issue. Sexual preferences of the Alphabet MAFIA restricting other people's rights and causing chaos and mayhem to the foundation of family.<</s>> I was enjoying the electric mood going out of line made me feel. A few whoops and hollers sounded from our fellow debaters, before <<light Eva>> spoke up: <<s Eva>>That's a red herring.<</s>> <<light Ria>> smiled. <<s Ria>>Explain.<</s>> <<s Eva>>The LGBTQIA+ community, or alphabet mafia as you'd like to call it, is an umbrella term that includes a lot of different sexual preferences and gender orientations. It is a term that includes these which connect consenting adult members, regardless of gender expression. It is never meant to represent pedophilia, bestiality, or people with sexual deviance. As such, mentioning these brings the topic to a different area, away from its original discourse, making it a red herring.<</s>> <<light Ria>> smiled at the triumphant realization. Lesson learned. <<s Ria>>And as such?<</s>> <<s Eva>>LGBT rights are human rights, and they have the right to them.<</s>> My friend beamed widely as she gave her conclusion, happy about her victory. <<s Ria>>Good job to you both. Next!<</s>> As we took our seats, I noticed <<light Eva>> was still deep in thought, realizing that the thing she debated for actually... Made sense. I smiled to myself. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Strawman</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>The strawman fallacy is a very interesting one, where someone debating would distort the other person's argument and/or exaggerate it, then attack that alternate version in order to prove their own point. It is easy to fall for it when the person arguing is arrogant and loud-mouthed.<</s>> A simple explanation and a few minor examples later, <<light Ria>> called to me. <<s Ria>><<print $name>>. How about you and Robert having the first debate?<</s>> She smiled at me, calling me to the hat to pick out a topic. <<light Robert>>, the junior who worried about his position when I was introduced to the club, was going to face me in our arguments. Let's see what the topic will be. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Cancel Culture</h3></center> A delicate topic with intricate details, <<light Robert>> immediately chose to be against Cancel Culture, while I'd argue in favor of it. He seemed to already have arguments prepared for it, and was quick to go into his tirade: <<s Robert>>One word, one action, one sentence. Often taken out of context, this is all it takes to have someone canceled in our society, and immediately bashed by their peers and the public alike. And then, an apology video, crawling on all fours, and a struggle to get things back to the way they were, often met with acceptance and forgotten past grievances. What is the point of cancel culture, and why should it exist in a society that is filled with many different layers and colors?<</s>> He opened up the topic, pulling me along to try and keep up with what was happening, and how to keep up with the issue and topic. I quickly stabilized, trying to give counter-arguments that specifically dealt with his claims, biding my time before the fallacy. <<s Author>>You're the one who pointed out that it is the person's own words that are used against them. It is not something that they didn't say, but rather what they indeed did, that puts them under the harsh, unflattering spotlight.<</s>> <<s Robert>>So then what you're saying is that people need to be held accountable to every single word they say, no matter the circumstances, is that right? It doesn't matter if the actor is playing a part that portrays a racist bastard, they're the one being racist! We need to cancel them! It doesn't matter if a social justice warrior is fighting for a greener planet, if they eat meat and are not vegan we should cancel them! Your attack against everyone for everything is exactly why cancel culture should cease to exist. Eventually you'll find something bad in everyone, and everyone gets canceled! One dick pic on their own phone, boom canceled. One playful word behind closed doors, boom canceled!<</s>> He had momentum, talking as he gathered everyone's attention on him. <<s Robert>>No! This argument should not stand! Enough with cancel culture. Attacking everyone is not the way, we need to be accepting, embracing people's differences. That's the only way we can have an equal and just society, by treating everyone as equals!<</s>> Applause, hollering... His straw man false argument got a powerful reaction from our fellow debatees, effectively taking away the winds from my sails. I felt tricked into the corner where I found myself as he high-fived a friend. <<light Ria>> clapped along, smiling in reaction. <<s Ria>>Great fallacy, Robert. But also a great point. We can work with that.<</s>> //Great point? Should we really be accepting of everyone in our world?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Slippery Slope</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>An avalanche starts with a single drop of snow. So does a slippery slope. Imagine throwing a snowball, a small argument, and growing and growing the situation it depicts until there is no stopping the huge avalanche that follows. The slippery slope fallacy is basically that, imaginative what-ifs that turn into disaster, all to prove a point.<</s>> There weren't that many people in today's session, and as such, I decided to take on <<light Eva>> is our argumentative discourse. We had to pull from the hat to discover what topic we'd be discussing. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Beauty Industry</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/slippery-slope.jpg">>Seeing our topic, <<light Eva>> and I shared a look, and I immediately understood that she'd be arguing against the Beauty Industry, something she obviously had a lot to say about. I smiled as she begun: <<s Eva>>From animal testing to unattainable beauty standards to a distorted vision of what it means to be beautiful, the beauty industry has a lot of flaws that makes it more of a detriment to lives than a positive addition. Today, I will be arguing against this-<</s>> <<light Eva>> was really in her element in this particular debate, already having all the arguments prepared and ready to fight the good fight against a mortal enemy she had chosen for herself a while ago. Seeing her so emotive about such a subject brought some happy thoughts to my head, as I gave counter-arguments that paled in comparison to hers. I included the fallacy at one point claiming how stopping the beauty industry would bring an end to all other industries and to the economy as we know it. She however, was well-versed in her debate. <<s Ria>>Don't forget that you need to use the fallacy, Eva.<</s>> An observant president chimed in, watching my friend in her argumentation. <<s Eva>>Eum.. Yes..<</s>> She began, then her eyes lit up. <<s Eva>>What's more, is that make-up is a gateway. That's the biggest issue here. Women will start with that, and then they'll see that they need to pluck their eyebrows, and then change their hair color, and then shift their mannerisms, and then and then and then... Until they become an empty shell of their former selves, where they become vapid bimboes that look and act all the same, no opinion and no thoughts in their head. Makeup causes that.<</s>> Despite the fallacy, I could see that she truly believed her argument. There was an obvious disparity between thinking <<light Eva>> and arguing <<light Eva>>, and it was quite interesting to see that disparity. <<light Ria>> halted the debate there, congratulating her on her fallacy. <<light Eva>> gladly took the compliment, but I saw that there were still some sort of unmatched ideas in her head. As we walked out of our session, I felt like I had a choice to make. <div id='choices'><<link "Help her resolve that disparity">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">> I approached my friend as we made our way out of class, wanting to push my own agenda. <<s Author>>Hey Eva! Great job inside, you really were convincing in your fallacy!<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Oh thank you! You were really good too hahaha!<</s>> <<s Author>>Imagine a bit of make-up made someone a bimbo, that'd be crazy!<</s>> <<s Eva>>What do you mean?<</s>> She asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>Well obviously it's an overreaction. A bit of additional beauty doesn't mean vapidness and stupidity! Your argument is the perfect example of a slippery slope. You can wear make-up without being stupid! Heck you can even be stupid without being a bimbo! But I'm sure you already know that.<</s>> I explained, driving the point home. She remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>Again, great job on the logical fallacy, I'm really loving these debates, I'm learning so much!<</s>> I announced before heading my own way, leaving her to her distorted thoughts. //Well on her way.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it">><<replace "#choices">>Not caring to interject into <<light Eva>>'s personal life and thoughts, I choose to ignore the issue and keep walking, her fallacy-ridden head still encumbered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Bandwagon</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>If everyone else is doing it, then there is nothing wrong with it! The bandwagon fallacy takes something commonly done as fact or acceptable even in some situation, even if it was wrong.<</s>> Noticing that we didn't quite understand her point, she elaborated: <<s Ria>>Everyone drinks coffee every morning, therefore there isn't anything bad about the addictive substance.<</s>> Realization setting, we got to work separating ourselves into couples to debate topics that we'd pull from a hat. I got paired with <<light Eva>>, my closest friend here. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Homeschooling</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/bandwagon.jpg">>Having pulled out the topic, <<light Eva>> and I decided that in order to challenge ourselves, I would argue in favor of Traditional Education at schools while her argument would be in favor of homeschooling. Wanting to impress and do things differently, I decided to include the fallacy in my opening statement. <<s Author>>From when Charlemagne decided to hold classes in a building instead of from under the tree, the schooling system has spread across the globe to be the ay of living, allowing parents to go to work while their children got formal, publicly available education, where they can learn about the world that surrounds them. Across the globe, in every country and even in tribal villages, you can find that system in place, a system that works and that allows for a vast, deeper knowledge. Schools have long been the superior system, followed across the world, to help bring education to younger generations. Even in our argument at the moment, we're debating as part of a school system. That tells you a lot about how well-respected and very beneficial such a system is.<</s>> My argument immediately collected laughs from the other members of the club as I made it, receiving thunderous applause afterwards for its simplicity. I basically made the argument for her by using the fallacy. <<s Eva>>Wait that's the fallacy?<</s>> She was confused. As someone who always believed in the school system in helping her move forward, <<light Eva>> still struggled to comprehend how this argument would be a fallacy. <<s Ria>>Yes. If everyone does it, it does not mean it's the best way forward for people. Formal education is often the only way people think of education, which makes it the go-to system. It doesn't mean it's the right system sometimes.<</s>> The president explained. <<light Eva>> and I later took our seats next to each other, and she remained thoughtful. I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<link "Talk to her about it">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Psst hey Eva, is everything okay?<</s>> I had decided to interject into her thoughts, help guide them. <<s Eva>>Oh yeah, all good. It's just this fallacy thing.. How can it be wrong?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's simple, really. We've always believed that the system is the right system to make everything work for us. If we study at school enough, like everyone else does, we'll reach our life goals. It's obviously not the case as is made apparent by the mail we received from the SA Office, soo...<</s>> <<s Eva>>You do have a point...<</s>> <<s Author>>Even the system that everyone follows is broken.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Exactly.<</s>> Now even more thoughtful with my intervention, I could see <<light Eva>> thinking about the topic with a new light. I smiled to myself with that development, before I got to thinking about myself. //The system is broken and all those years of education might've been for nothing... Where to go from here?// <<link "Go out to the library" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it">><<replace "#choices">>Not caring to interject into <<light Eva>>'s personal life and thoughts, I choose to ignore the issue and keep walking, her fallacy-ridden head still encumbered. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: Ad Hominem</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>Rather than argue against the topic or arguments that the other person presents, we sometimes want to attack their character in order to discredit them. In doing so, we often fall into the area of Ad Hominem, a fallacy that takes us away from the topic into the person debating the topic.<</s>> She smiles. <<s Ria>>It is often used by politicians who don't have something constructive to say, and instead attack the other politician's "values" or their personal lives.<</s>> The example she gave was quite on point, and I realized that such a fallacy is often used in dramatic settings, discerning it from real arguments is quite easy, if you have the right glasses. <<light Ria>> started by having couples go up to debate random topics pulled from a hat. Eventually, she joined someone else for a debate as she pulled from a hat. <center><<link "Pull from the hat">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Artificial Intelligence</h3></center> <<picmid "clubs/debate-club/ad-hominem.jpg">><<light Ria>> had picked the topic of artificial intelligence and how it might evolve to the detriment of humanity. She chose to argue in favor of AI while the other person argued against it. <<s Ria>>Sticks and stones, caves and blood for coloring. This is what the world had before the invention of the wheel. Food, agriculture, transportation, and humanity evolved with the evolution of this piece of technology, which improved life and gave our ancestors longer life spans. And yet, my friend here would rather debate against the progress of technology, against evolution itself!<</s>> <<light Ria>> obviously had a natural charisma that she knew how to use in her arguments, making sure that we always were listening and knowing how to command a room with her presence. Whether one liked it or not, there was no denying that she had a natural gravitas that she knew how to use in order to get what she wanted. Finding a flaw in her to attack would be near-impossible. And the guy debating her struggled to even form comprehensive arguments, let alone attack her character. Her dominant behavior overwhelmed him easily, leading the conversation and constantly at the assault. I myself found it difficult to follow the arguments, at moments struggling to keep up with the information being shared. Eventually, she got to work on the character: <<s Ria>>Your fumbling and constant distractions explain a lot about the uses of technology, and AI in particular. Instead of losing yourself in your own arguments, you could've asked AI to create them for you. You could've used this technology to your advantage, yet you argue against it. It's for people like you that AI was created, people with obvious lack that need guidance and control.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Is she talking about me?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My own insecurities also attacked, I felt worthless as she continued her argument. <<s Ria>>Instead of fighting against the technologies that are supposed to help you because of personal insecurities, you should embrace your weaknesses and work on improving them, moving beyond your own self-imposed obstacles in order to move towards a more peaceful existence with the technology that exists to aid you. Your future is by asking for help and admitting that you are lacking.<</s>> Wow. Her relentless attack really stirred something in me as I took in the odd information she shared, forgetting the exercise and embracing her words. //Maybe I am weak and in need. Maybe I do need guidance from betters, even if it is AI...// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Appreciate the intricacies of her Ad Hominem">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled as I noticed that her argument was a fake one, just to send forward the fallacy at play. The person arguing with her was not aware of that though, as her words still cut deep: <<s Ria>>Instead of fighting against the technologies that are supposed to help you because of personal insecurities, you should embrace your weaknesses and work on improving them, moving beyond your own self-imposed obstacles in order to move towards a more peaceful existence with the technology that exists to aid you. Your future is by asking for help and admitting that you are lacking.<</s>> Her relentless attack had a strong effect on the guy, who decided to simply give up and sit down. As <<light Ria>> explained how she was using the fallacy, I could still see him shaken by the arguments he had received. Poor guy. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Not smart <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dc.jpg" "Debate Club">> <center><h2>Lesson: False Dichotomy</h2></center><div id='continue'> <<s Ria>>Black or white, that was the world that-<</s>> Interrupted with her explanation, <<light Ria>> looks at the door to our private room, where a white man in a hoodie stood requiring her attention. She excused herself and stood out to talk to him. <<s Author>>Who's that?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Her boyfriend. He doesn't usually come here preferring to spend his time gaming.<</s>> <<s Author>>He looks old-ish?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Ah yes he's a college student. Second year.<</s>> I raised an eyebrow at the revelation. It was always interesting to stumble upon information about people you know. <<s Eva>>He's like a puppy though, always eager to help her. I'm surprised you haven't seen him before, he always picks her up after club.<</s>> She smiles. <<light Ria>>, having ended her conversation with her boyfriend, went back in to address us. <<s Ria>>Sorry about that, Robin always likes to check up when the internet's down at his house.<</s>> Some laughed at the joke, before she got back to her explanation: <<s Ria>>As I was saying... Black or white, male or female, us or them... A false dichotomy is when the argument suddenly winds down to two options, no middle ground and no other option. You're either with us or against us, there is no in between. This is a war! Choose sides!<</s>> Her voice rose, before it went back down: <<s Ria>>That's when people fall for the fallacy that is False Dichotomy, since we live in a gray world and there is always a myriad of options to choose from.<</s>> She looked around, and chose me to go up in front of the rest. <<s Ria>>We're not picking from the hat this time. I'm trusting you to come up with an argument and string me along with it, still following the guidelines of the class of course.<</s>> I thought about what I could do to get her to believe the argument, and my idea behind it. <center><<if $bbcworld gte 5>><<link "Black or White?">><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Interracial Relationships</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in her... <<s Author>>We've always been a society that loves to separate people in order to better control them. Whether it pits social classes against one another in order to benefit the elites or whether it creates and maintains a two-party political system to keep the control over your choices, the governing body we have created and accepted for ourselves has always been one that is unjustly skewed to create a separation between the members of our society.<</s>> I began my argument, not quite wanting to immediately jump into the topic firsthand as I wanted to lull her into a false sense of confidence. <<s Author>>However, things are not always what they seem when it comes to this control. There are activists and social justice warriors that constantly fight back against that oppressive system that claims an us against them mentality, constantly looking for more inclusive societies where people can work together rather than against each other.<</s>> <<s Author>>And there are other people,<</s>> I continued, <<s Author>>who prefer to keep the same system in work, upholding its values and continuing this oppression by perpetrating it.<</s>> I went for the kill. <<s Author>>These people would rather keep the rich rich and the poor poor, to not create a social unrest. These people would rather one evil president over the other, no matter their true agenda, because "The other guy is worse!". These people would rather keep marrying people from their own race just because that's the way things are and that's the kind of message that they prefer perpetuating.<</s>> I had everyone's attention, and I had to admit I was even convincing myself. <<light Ria>> and <<light Eva>> both listened intently at what I had to say next. <<s Author>>The question I now ask you, one whose answer is supposed to bring you peace and understanding, and self-reflection. Which of these people are you? The ones that advertise injustice and separation, or the ones that would rather create a more equal, more understanding world? What kind of society are you looking to build? One where anyone can be whoever they want to be, where black and white mix in a beautiful array of grays or one where white stays white, black remains oppressed, and society keeps lying to itself about its intentions? Look into yourself.<</s>> I looked at <<light Ria>> to give her the next line, my actual intended receiver of the speech finally being addressed: <<s Author>>Look into your relationships, your ideologies, and really think of what you can do to create a more accepting world.<</s>> I kept silent, my speech immediately followed by my fellow debaters applauding my argumentation, having forgotten about the fallacy or the assignment. <<light Ria>> looked thoughtful and confused. <<s Ria>>The fallacy...<</s>> She was thinking of the assignment, yet I could see that my argumentation had struck a particular nerve. <<s Author>>Is that the position of people is black or white, either a savior of society or its doom. Either you're against us or against them.<</s>> I explained, and she remained just as thoughtful as before. Most were nodding by now, understanding how intricate the example I gave was. <<s Ria>>I see, yes...<</s>> She was overwhelmed. <<s Ria>>Wow that's a complicated, layered argument... I applaud you.<</s>> Glad to have impressed her and the rest of my club friends, I sat back in my spot, ready to participate in the rest of the session. Thoughtful <<light Ria>> however remained scattered in her thoughts for the remainder of it. I was glad. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "BBCWorld below 5">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "Straight or gay">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Sexual Orientation</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in people... <<s Author>>Life has always been defined by duality. Whether it is race or gender, we all know that there is little gray area. You are born male or female, black or white, and that's what life brings you, with struggled common between you and the members of your sex or race.<</s>> Gender was obviously more than these two, but I quickly moved on to distract from that initial false dochotomy to the one I really looked to implement. <<s Author>>Duality has always been defined in society and in the animal kingdom, where most animals usually choose one partner to mate with for life. Their relation based around the offspring they bring to the world. However, it is not always just a male and female that engage in such relationships. Sometimes, one might find two male penguins being lovers like what happened at a certain zoo a while ago. Humans in particular have quite the active gay and lesbian community. And it's entirely natural. Not a choice, but born with it.<</s>> Time to spring the trap. <<s Author>>An oppressive society, however, often shuts down these queer orientiations, and represses them, often causing probems to ones that do not conform to a heteronormative understanding of sex and gender. This oppression not only puts them at a disadvantage when it comes to fighting their own self-prejudices, but also in finding love and partnership. This oppression causes people like you and me to ignore these different urges to favor these which favor a more hetero expression. And so I ask you... Eva.<</s>> I turned to my friend, wanting to finally drive the point home. <<s Eva>>Me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Have you ever had the stray thought, the small whim, of I don't know, kissing another girl? Just to see what it felt like?<</s>> I asked, looking her in the eyes and then allowing my eyes to drift down to her lips, enticing her to do the same. She did, her own stealing a glimpse of my lips before quickly moving back up to see me. <<s Eva>>I mean...<</s>> She hesitated, yet I continued. <<s Author>>Never thought what it would feel like to be with a woman?<</s>> I teased, allowing my hand to drift to my hair and play with it for a bit. <<s Eva>>Sure, everyone has..<</s>> She answered. I turned to <<light Ria>>, hoping she'd answer too. <<s Ria>>Women are hot, yes.<</s>> <<s Author>>That oppression. That societal attack to your true nature, pushes you away from your true orientation, and forces you to be straight regardless of who you truly are. And what you truly are, deep down, is a lesbian who actually is attracted to other women yet never admits it to herself, preferring to comply to the straight agenda and take up boyfriends or whatnot to portray that image.<</s>> I gave it my final push, a dig at <<light Ria>>'s relationship. <<s Author>>Let go of the prejudices, and accept that deep down you're gay for women, and not straight.<</s>> I mean, they might be bi, but we're using false dichotomy right? It's not like <<light Eva>> has ever been with a guy though... I finished my argument, immediately receiving applause from my fellow debatees, one even mockingly calling out "GAAAAYYYY" while laughing. <<light Ria>> smiled, clapping along. <<s Ria>>Great argument, <<print $name>>. Gay or straight, no in between. And if one finds women even remotely attractive, they're lesbians. Smart.<</s>> She laughs as she explained the argument to those who didn't understand it. I took back my seat, my eyes drifting to look at <<light Eva>>, who furtively pulls hers away from me. She seemed thoughtful for the rest of the class, my argument really having its impact on her. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Queer below 5">><</if>> <<link "Top or bottom">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#continue">><center><h3>Topic: Who wears the pants?</h3></center> I had my idea, and if I went about doing it right, I might stir up something in people... <<s Author>>Times change, new information comes to light, and science evolves our understanding of humanity and its different intricacies.<</s>> I began my argument with a vague premise, looking to slowly integrate my main point. <<s Author>>But often, with new information, old terms and classifications are retired in favor of new ones. In the past, we used to be separated between The Gays and The Straights. Those terms however mean very little nowadays as we have moved on from this petty struggle. Long ago, it was about man or woman, and how each has defined gender roles that they should abide to. Nowadays, gender roles are morphing and changing, allowing for gray areas as women keep contributing to the workplace and men are becoming stay-at-home dads.<</s>> Time to spring my trap. <<s Author>>Yet there is one classification, one explanation to social dynamics and how people interact, that would still hold the trials of time, as it not only defines romantic relationships but also interpersonal ones, where people can always rely on it to better understand themselves and how they interact with people.<</s>> I turned to look at <<light Eva>>, ready to go in for the kill. <<s Author>>Are you submissive or dominant?<</s>> I began, giving a small silence that my friend wanted to answer in before I continued promptly, pushing for the false dichotomy. <<s Author>>You're one or the other, you prefer to lead or follow. There isn't much debate that in every social dynamic, there is a dominant and a submissive, and neither of these terms should be taken as an insult.<</s>> I turned to look at <<light Ria>>. <<s Author>>The president of the club here is obviously dominant, top of the club ad in control of what we're doing. You can see the confidence in her clearly. I have no doubt that she's the one who wears the pants in her own relationships... And if she doesn't, then there is obviously something at play in that relationship that contradicts her true nature.<</s>> Plant seeded. People laughed at my statement, which elicited a laugh from <<light Ria>> even. <<s Author>>One or the other, sub or dom. There is no gray area, and once you understand yourself, you'll know what kind of dynamic you'll use with all others.<</s>> I finished my speech, receiving some applause as I looked at <<light Eva>> intently. I hope the message was received. <<s Ria>>Beautiful example, <<print $name>>! This false dichotomy forces a person to choose sides, not quite understanding the spectrum...<</s>> The rest of the session went smoothly, yet I could see that most persons there were self-evaluating and thinking of where they fit on the spectrum. I smiled to myself at this new development. <<if $subdom gt 0>>//After all, I knew from myself that I leant more on the dominant side, and I got a nice thrill imagining controlling this crowd into doing my bidding... Or voting for me as prom queen when the time comes...//<<else>>//After all, I know from myself that I leant more on the submissive side, and I imagined how thrilling it would be to serve this crowd here, especially in order to gain their votes for my hopes to becoming prom queen.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </center></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dnd.jpg" "DnD Club">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'>I knocked on the door, not quite knowing what to expect from today's evening as I waited for someone to open the door for me. Opening wide to welcome me in, I saw a handsome man standing at the door. <<pic Benoit>>Eric's stepfather<</pic>> <<s Benoit>>You must me <<print $name>>. Eric has told us so much about you!<</s>> He greeted me warmly. His age and overall demeanor immediately informed me that he was the famous stepfather <<light Eric>> had mentioned a few times. And I could see why his mother would choose to go for someone like that, well-meaning and well-mannered. <<s Benoit>>I know it's your first time coming here, but worry not, make yourself at home!<</s>> He said, welcoming me in and closing the door behind me. <<s Benoit>>The adventurous bunch are in the basement. Allow me to lead the way.<</s>> He spoke, his tone implying a playful disposition yet not betraying any deeper sentiments. Walking ahead, he led me through the quaint manor to the basement door. <<s Benoit>>I hope y'all kids enjoy yourselves. I think they've already started something.<</s>> He wished me well before heading away, back to whatever I had stopped him from doing. I opened the door and slowly started making my way down the stairs of the basement, anxiously anticipating meeting the "adventurers". <<link "Who's there?">><<replace "#continue">>Stepping down into the basement, I am greeted by an odd sight: A bunch of people, grouped around a table, talking about some sort of adventure they'd been having: <<s Jay>>You know I just had to attack him. There was no way he'd stay silent about the plan!<</s>> A feminine voice sounded off, immediately putting me at ease. Thankfully this was not going to be an entire dickfest. <<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<light Eric>> noticed me arriving, and approached me, immediately pulling me along. <<s Eric>>Good thing you're not late. I'm so excited for you to meet my friends!<</s>> He said, his tone jovial as he brought me closer to everyone there. <<s Eric>>First off, this here is Siraj. He's a senior from the high school the town over and a pretty cool guy.<</s>> <<picswitch "Siraj" "Ricki" "Siraj the nerd" "Ricki the Artificer">>Smiling at me, <<light Siraj>> was quick to greet me with a positive tone. <<s Siraj>>Pleasure to meet you. Eric has told us a lot about you.<</s>> He complimented me, his awkwardness around women obvious. I smiled sweetly at him, trying to put him at ease. <</picswitch>> <<light Eric>> was quick to drift my attention to another member of their troupe. <<s Eric>>This here is Connor. Don't let his good looks fool you, he's repeating his senior class.<</s>> He said, making fun of his friend and attacking his character. <<picswitch "Connor" "Egolas" "Connor the stoner" "Egolas the Stealthy">><<light Connor>> did not take this comment lying down, immediately speaking out against <<light Eric>>'s jokes. <<s Connor>>Unlike Eric here I didn't have to switch high schools to be accepted. Or not bullied.<</s>> He quipped back, his humor apparent. <</picswitch>> <<s Eric>>That's not true. Don't listen to them.<</s>> Cutting off <<light Eric>> to move closer to me, the feminine figure I heard earlier was lively as she was excitable. <<s Jay>>Thank the gods you've joined us. This right here is all they do, make fun of one another.<</s>> She commented, eager to have another woman join the gang. <<picswitch "Jay" "Shak" "Jay the nerdette" "Shak the Agile Cat">>Unlike her friends, <<light Jay>> was eloquently dressed, a truly attractive figure in a random guy's basement. Her energy really rubbed off on me, just as filling as one would imagine. This really put me at ease. <</picswitch>> As I smiled at her, <<light Eric>> interjected once more. <<s Eric>>And last but certainly not least, the master of the game and our DM, Eddie.<</s>> He said, pointing me to the last member of their advanturing troupe. <<picswitch "Eddie" "Dm" "Eddie the DM" "Eddie the DM">>This character was obviously older than the bunch, but also held himself in quite the comfortable space. His approach was almost rigid, but I could feel in him a sense of control I wasn't expecting to find in such a space. <<s Eddie>>Pleasure to meet you. I really hope you're the answer to our problems.<</s>> He announced, his stare as intense as it was attractive.<</picswitch>> The Dungeon Master, <<light Eddie>>, was quick to take control of the action, eager to get the show on the road. <<s Eddie>>As we had agreed on the previous session, today's story will be a one-shot, to see if our lovely <<print $name>> has her place in our story and world, in the main campaign.<</s>> He announced, before elaborating. <<s Eddie>>It'll be a prologue, somewhere in the past in my campaign, and might have repercussions on the main campaign.<</s>> He approached me, leading me to my place on the table. <<s Eddie>>Don't worry. DnD is pretty easy. Have fun, let your creativity roam, and don't be afraid to make mistakes. I've already created your character for you, a sorceress that I'm sure will have a positive impact on the story.<</s>> As I took my seat alongside <<light Eric>> and <<light Jay>>, I understood quickly that I'd be transported in a different world, and that I'd have to put aside my reality for whatever was in our collective creativity. <center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "The One Shot is not finished, so we would recommend not playing it. If you're curious to see the kind of experience the DnD stuff will provide, you're welcome to give it a look and then move back in the story history.">></center> <<link "One Shot - Tonnatiode's Magnificent Mansion" "One Shot - Tonnatiode's Magnificent Mansion">><<set $dndstyle to true>><</link>> <<link "Move on, leave Eric's house" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<dark "Main Campaign" "Not Implemented yet (WIP)">> | <<dark "One Shot - Tonnatiode's Magnificent Mansion" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">> | <<dark "One Shot - Facing the Frostbites" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">> | <<dark "One Shot - The fate of Falakass" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">> <<link "Leave without playing" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<set $Athlete to 3>><<set $Acrobatics to 1>><<set $Arcana to 5>><<set $AnimalHandling to 2>><<set $Deception to 4>><<set $History to 2>><<set $Insight to 2>><<set $Intimidation to 2>><<set $Investigation to 0>><<set $Medecine to 1>><<set $Nature to 3>><<set $Perception to 0>><<set $Performance to 0>><<set $Persuation to 6>><<set $Religion to 0>><<set $HandSleight to 2>><<set $Stealth to 2>><<set $Survival to 2>><<pichead "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-looming-storm.jpg" "A Looming Storm">>On the horizon, clouds approach your location as you hide in your humble boat, collected as a party and getting closer to the looming Mansion that stood alone on the Island ahead. Behind you, you've successfully started the rebellion, a war brewing due to your effective espionage and action. In front, your true goal and the purpose behind your adventure: Tonnatiode's Magnificent Mansion. In that place resides an influential Sorcerer, a powerful mage with destructive capabilities, a threat to the whole realm. <<picmid "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-mansion.jpg" "Tonnatiode's Magnificent Mansion">> Now distracted by the uprising you've created, you've seen him take the fight to the military that was overtaking the government. The goal of your adventure now? Take over the mansion by force and usurp the source of Tonnatiode's power. If you're successful in stealing the Talisman of Power he holds in his courts, it would only be a matter of time before the world is rid of the oppressive figure controlling its fate. In the distance and fast approaching, a looming storm is brewing, threatening to take over the realm with its destructive force. Your window of opportunity is small. In dire conditions the uprising won't be able to last long. The time to act is now, and fast. //What would you like to do?// <<speak Bron Eric>>Let me see if I can spot anything around the mansion...<</speak>>Immediately, you turn to see one of your party members looking at the distance, trying to discern any shift in movement in the mansion. You notice that there is no movement on the outside, but his keen eyes pick up on minimal movement on the inside of the mansion. A few of the talented mage's apprentices must have stayed behind... <<speak Egolas Connor>>Since there is no one outside and their forces are on the inside, I propose we stealth over to the nearby docks. Easiest way into the mansion in my opinion.<</speak>><<roll Perception 15 "The docks, indeed, seem to be empty and easily approachable.">>As you look yourself towards the docks, you notice the subtle sheen of something against the light of the setting sun. There's a decent chance something or someone will be there at your arrival.<</roll>> <<speak Ricki Siraj>>I think I have a spell for this occasion. Something that would take us all the way to the roof of the mansion.<</speak>><<speak Shak Jay>>You have fly?<</speak>><<speak Ricki Siraj>>Something like that... Trust me I can get us there.<</speak>><<roll Insight 10 "Your friend does not betray anything of their strategy, but seem certain that their idea would be fruitful.">>Something in your companion tells you that there is more to their way than meets the eye. When you press them, they reveal that their strategy would have them summon an adult dragon to carry you over, putting you at danger of being seen from either the city nearby or the possible residents of the mansion.<</roll>> Something latent in you reminds you that you have access to the teleportation ring inside of the mansion because of prior research. However, this approach will cost you a lot in power output as it would require you to use an important part of your spell reserve. <<roll Arcana 10 "Your abilities would get you inside of the mansion and away from being spotted in a direct approach of the mansion for sure.">>While your spell might work in getting you inside of the teleportation room, who knows what defenses a powerful mage might have on his express way in and out of his private quarters... Probably something dangerous.<</roll>> //So what will the party decide?// <<link "Vote for stealthing to the docks" "OS TMM Docks">><</link>> <<link "Vote for flying over the roof" "OS TMM Roof">><</link>> <<link "Vote to teleport inside of the mansion" "OS TMM Teleportation">><</link>> <<link "Leave" "Park">><<set $dndstyle to false>><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-docks.jpg" "An eerily quiet dock.">><<set $advantage to 0>> <div id='continue'>Your small ship makes its way through the water quietly, approaching the secluded docks as the waves slowly start to pick up. <<roll Stealth 10 "Despite your hardest attempts, you are unable to make it through without making too much noise. You just hope no one is there to spot you like sitting ducks.">>Your high discipline as a unit shines through as you thread your way through the water calmly, not alerting anyone to your presence.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> As you make your way towards the calm location, you are still aware of the secrecy of your mission. Your ship lands precariously against the wooden dock, a small jump away from reaching the manor. <<speak Ricki Siraj>>Let's jump over.<</speak>> Your ally is quick to jump over, followed closely by <<light Egolas>> who uses his wings to aid himself. The movement has the disadvantage of making the gap between ship and docks grow a bit more. <<roll Athlete 8 "As you make your jump to the other side, you come up just a bit short from your destination. Your ally Egolas rushes to your aid. You just hope the noise didn't alert anyone around.">>Despite the difficulty of such a jump, you manage to make your way through without issue, finding the other side of the water safely. Your stealthy mission holds.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> Now regrouped at the docks, you start to gather yourselves trying to discern what to do for your next step. <<speak Bron Eric>>I say we find our way in. This place is obviously secluded.<</speak>> <<speak Shak Jay>>What if there's something we missed, that would spell trouble for our troupe.<</speak>> <<roll Investigation 10 "Looking around at the docks and trying to see how long ago they had been frequented, you feel quite confident that your way in will be unobstructed. Bron is right, you are safe.">>Your eyes pick up on something worrying as you make your way through this space, noticing a table with freshly poured cups of ale inside of it. You might not be as safe as you've hoped for.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> Just as you decide on what to do next, you hear sounds coming from close nearby. <<speak Egolas Connor>>We need to hide. Quick<</speak>> <<link "Do you make it in time before their arrival?" "OS TMM Docks 2">><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-dockguards.jpg" "Approaching guards">> <<if $advantage is 0>>Unfortunately for your party, the magical enemies are alerted to something sinister happening in the area, coming in hot with their wands at the ready. You barely manage to find your way behind a protruding rock, thinking at what could be the best option for you moving forward. You need to be quick before you are spotted by these aggressive magic users.<<elseif $advantage is 1>>While they are unalerted by your presence, these strangers seem vigilant as they approach the docks, their mission clear: they're to make sure no one like you intrudes and makes their way through to the mansion itself, stronghold of the powerful mage. Your party, gathered behind a protruding rock in these sinister docks, has a small space where you can come up with a solution to your predicament.<<else>>The sounds are jovial, happy, as they make their way to the docks comfortably, uncaring. <img src=images/clubs/dnd/os-tmm-hiding.png align=right height=300px>It seems like your stealthiness has carried positive benefits, as you're unannounced and unseen. Hiding behind a protruding rock, your party watches as these mage apprentices continue on their way on the docks, walking towards the end of it, deep in conversation.<</if>> In hushed tones, you talk to one another. <<speak Ricki Siraj>>I can cast pass without trace. It'll keep us all safe even if it comes at a cost for my abilities later.<</speak>>A peaceful option, but you're not sure you'd be able to make it through unannounced...<<speak Shak Jay>><<if $advantage gte 2>>We're well hidden, there's no way they'll spot us if we just sneak past. Without expending a spell even.<<else>>Without that spell, there's no chance we'd be able to make it through without being seen.<</if>><</speak>><<speak Egolas Connor>>I vote we kill them. They might come back to bite us later.<</speak>><<speak Bron Eric>>Although it's a brutal option, it does feel like a safer call. But we'll probably lose time.<</speak>> The ends of your fingers tingle with your latent abilities. With one fell fireball, you could quickly deal with these enemies without shedding a sweat. And it'd only be a spell slot for a quick solution... As the different options open themselves to you, you think on what could be the best choice all things considered. The only way now is forward, and the choice is ultimately yours on which of these options seem like the best for you. <div id='choices'><<link "Kill them where they stand. Fireball!">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-fireball.jpg">> The energy crackles in your hands as you summon the power within to quickly slay your enemies. Well positioned to fire at your enemies, your ball of raw energy shoots right in their midst, exploding outwards with a powerful blast that sends them scorching and pained. One of them tries to move away, <<speak Egolas Connor>>I fire two arrows at him.<</speak>> The arrows find purchase on his weakened body, the mage unable to cast anything to defend himself in this moment of weakness. Dead on the floor, you all observe the aftermath of this quick attack. The smoke that rises from the burning docks remains unannounced as it matches the storm's fog which starts to roll in. The exertion of energy leaves you momentarily tired, as you look back towards the mansion. The docks behind you, your party is ready to step into the sinister place. <<link "Go in" "OS TMM Inside the Mansion">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $advantage gte 1>><<link "Ricki's pass without trace is needed.">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-passwtrace.jpg">> Filaments of darkness rise from the corners of the spaces around you, circling your party and giving you more stealth as you move from your location towards the mansion proper. Your movement is muffled by this oppressive darkness, brought along by the spell cast by your ally. As you look back at the two guards, you see them distracted, the fog of the incoming storm slowly taking over their frames as they disappear behind it. Despite the cost of this spell on <<light Ricki>>'s abilities, you manage to keep going. The docks behind you, your party is ready to step into the sinister place. <<link "Go in" "OS TMM Inside the Mansion">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Ricki's pass without trace is needed." "Even with that spell, the enemies are too alerted not to notice your party.">><</if>> <<if $advantage gte 2>><<link "We don't need the spell. Let's sneak our way through!">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-sneak.jpg">> Moving out of position and hoping to continue unnoticed, your party moves stealthily towards the entrance of the mansion proper. Your previous good rolls and the fact that the guards are far from expecting your presence in this area gives you plenty of breathing room as you head away from them. Looking back at the two guards, you see them distracted, the fog of the incoming storm slowly taking over their frames as they disappear behind it. The docks behind you, your party is ready to step into the sinister place. <<link "Go in" "OS TMM Inside the Mansion">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Another option is blocked off because of prior rolls" "Unfortunately, this encounter will come at a cost for the party.">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-dragonsummon.jpg" "Not so stealthy approach">><<set $advantage to 0>> <<speak Ricki Siraj>>By the power of the old dragons, rulers of this land, I summon Drecko, the white scurge!<</speak>> Casting his summoning, your party member calls forth a new ally to the skies near you, the adult dragon Drecko, a white glorious presence that bows to your commands. <<speak Shak Jay>>Seriously? That's your solution??<</speak>> Despite your disapproval, you agree that the damage had been made and decide to ride this great steed all the way to the mansion, hoping you won't be seen by any of the mage's apprentices. To do so, you'll need to find a way to secure yourselves to the immense creature in front of you. <<speak Bron Eric>>I say we use some ropes to tie ourselves firmer to him, that way none of us would fall to the seas below as we ride.<</speak>>Despite not being a domesticated creature, Drecko lowers himself towards the waters, allowing you to tie your ropes around his body. <<roll Survival 10 "You're not certain if your knots will hold, and overcompensate by pulling harder on the ropes to make sure they're secured. This annoys your steed, but allow you some breathing room when in the skies.">>You take good care not to hurt your steed as you tie your knots around his body, expertly pulling the ropes to create a good seat for your party.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> Confident of your work, your party moves to sit on your magnificent stead, destination well known. Drecko quickly takes to the skies, followed by <<light Egolas>>, your winged party member, surveying the area and magestically watching his destination. <<roll Acrobatics 10 "Your steed is pretty hard to control, and as you are about to plummet to the seas below, your ally barely manages to catch you, their grip on the dragon frustrating him greatly.">>Despite the difficulty of controlling your steed, you dexterously manage to keep hold of your position, perched on him firmly, wind blowing in your face magestically.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> Further ahead, the storm is fast approaching, menacingly close to your party. and ahead of it, a siniter murder of crows approaches, immediately in line to meet your party. <<roll AnimalHandling 12 "As you try to control the strange creatures that threaten the peace of your party, waving your hand wide in front of them, your attempts are met with murderous intent, as they start pecking at Drecko's eyes. This makes you lose a bit of control over him as he retaliates quickly, shomping down on the small aggressors.">>You wave your hands wide in an attempt to dissuade the crows from approaching. This movement, coupled with the loud noise you create, makes them scatter before they reach your party. Drecko delectably bites down on a few stray crows as he continues on his way to the mansion.<<set $advantage += 1>><</roll>> Eventually, you manage to make your way to the deserted rooftop, the storm looming dangerously close... <<link "On the rooftop" "OS TMM Roof 2">><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/dnd/os-tmm-roof.jpg" "The rooftops">> This is the end of the DnD content for this time, as what you've seen was only a demo of what to expect. Oopsie! <<link "Leave DnD" "Park">><<set $dndstyle to false>><</link>>

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<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/gym.jpg" "A normal gym workout...">> Working out without <<light Leo>> was still a heavy thing on these empty Wednesdays. The thought of what could be weighed on my mind as I went about preparing for my workout of the day. Despite the loneliness, the workout will have to be done... And then I see her from the corner of my eye. <<light Eva>>, not quite dressed correctly for the place she found herself in, was looking around like a lost sheep. And she noticed me just as I approached her. <<pic Eva>><</pic>><<s Author>>Hey Eva! What are you doing here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh <<print $name>>! You're here?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah, I usually come here with Leo but he stood me up.<</s>> She looked worried to have been noticed, recognized. I looked at her with a peaked eyebrow. <<s Eva>>That's a shame... I... This is my first time here.<</s>> //Duh!// <<s Author>>You obviously need a guide! Join me, come on!<</s>> I grabbed her hand, wanting her to join. <<s Eva>>Wait. No It's probably a mistake.<</s>> <<s Author>>The way you're dressed... It might be.<</s>> I teased her. She shyly looked away obviously saddened by what I was saying. <<s Author>>Hey I'm just pulling your leg.<</s>> I said, trying to reassure her. <<s Author>>How about you come over next Wednesday in something a bit better, and I'll help you in your workouts. You'll need a guide.<</s>> I explained, trying to alleviate her concerns. <<s Eva>>You'd do that for me?<</s>> She looked at me with hope filling her eyes. It would be better than working out alone, no? <div id='choices'><<link "Of course! We should workout together.">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "evasub" 1>><<set $evaworkout to true>><<set $evamessagepre to 9>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Of course Eva! There is no problem at all with that!<</s>> She took a breather, <<s Eva>>I would be honored to have you guide me on what to do. Count me in!<</s>> I looked forward to having her join me on Wednesdays. <<light Leo>> sure is missing out with that play of his! <<link "Workout alone" "Gym">><<add "athletics" 3>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> (We'll be able to workout with her on Wednesdays!) <<link "On a second thought...">><<replace "#choices">>I thought about what I was truly offering my friend, and noticed that it's actually a big commitment. I just by luck freed up Wednesday afternoon, for work, socializing and whatnot, just to have it filled again with another person to tutor in how to move their body? I think not. <<s Author>>Actually now that I think of it... Maybe it's better I don't follow that commitment...<</s>> I said, sounding unsure. <<light Eva>> quickly picked up on that hesitation. <<s Eva>>Hey it's okay. I'll do my research and... Maybe talk to Yara about it. I'll deal with it don't worry.<</s>> She said these words with a smile that hid a sense of uncertainty. All I could say to myself was... Best of luck to her with that endeavor! <<link "Workout alone" "Gym">><<add "athletics" 3>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<light Eva>> is finally ready to workout, let's see what to do today! <center><<if visited("EW Seduction") is 4 and $evaevent gte 7>><<link "An empty gym calls for danger" "EW Seduction">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Seduction") is 3 and $evaevent gte 7>><<link "A beautiful Feast" "EW Seduction">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Seduction") is 2 and $evaevent gte 5>><<link "A naughty sexcapade" "EW Seduction">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Seduction") is 1 and $evaevent gte 5>><<link "Clothes off in the lockers" "EW Seduction">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Seduction") is 0 and $evaevent gte 4>><<link "Let's test the new gym clothes" "EW Seduction">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Seduction") gte 5>><<dark "Seduction Scenes" "All scenes unlocked">><<else>><<dark "Seduction Scenes" "Improve the friendship">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.has("EW Blacked Blocked")>><<dark "Blacked Scenes" "Content has been locked out.">><<elseif visited("EW Blacked") is 4 and $evasub gte 30>><<link "Serving the kings of the gym" "EW Blacked">><<add "evasub" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Blacked") is 3 and $evasmarts lte -15>><<link "A growing tension" "EW Blacked">><<add "evasub" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Blacked") is 2 and $evasmarts lte -10>><<link "Intentional Confusion" "EW Blacked">><<add "evasub" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Blacked") is 1 and $evasmarts lte -5>><<link "Cornered in the showers" "EW Blacked">><<add "evasub" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Blacked") is 0 and $evasmarts lte -5>><<link "Wrong showers!" "EW Blacked">><<add "evasub" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Dark Attractions" "She needs to be dumber">><</if>> | <<if visited("EW Misc") is 2 and visited("Evaworkout") gte 5>><<link "Eva's improving!" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 1>><<link "A soccer game?" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 0>><<link "Why is she here?" "EW Misc">><</link>><<elseif visited("EW Misc") is 3>><<dark "Random Scenes" "Seen all scenes">><<else>><<dark "Random Scenes" "Keep working out.">><</if>> <<link "A normal workout" "EW Random">><</link>>(random scene, no event)</center> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> My friend was dressed up in her hot yoga pants and sexy attire, getting ready to work out. And my horniness had no bounds. And so, when we went to the showers, I just had to help her out of her clothes. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction1.mp4">> <<s Eva>><<print $name>>! What are you doing?<</s>> She asked me, incredulous. <<s Author>>Do you want me to stop?<</s>> I challenged her. My friend took a deep breath. <<s Eva>>No.<</s>> She said in a whisper. As expected. I continued playing with her sexy body, forcing a powerful orgasm out of her. //What a sexy girl, and what will I do to her next time...// <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction2.mp4">> I rushed to the showers after the workout, getting ready to seduce my sexy friend. And it didn't take long to get her in her underwear, challengingly exploring her body with furtive strokes, eager and excited to discover more and more of her. Her moans of appreciation were like music to my ears, as I played her like a fiddle. <<s Eva>>Yes... More!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh yeah?<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Beg for it!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Please, <<print $name>>! Take me!<</s>> She called out. I smiled, removing my hand. <<s Author>>Next time.<</s>> I whispered in her ear. She could only moan in answer. //Next time would be beautiful, playing with my new toy.// <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<light Eva>> looked at me in anticipation. She wanted to touch my body, and I wanted to touch hers. But who would do who? <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction3.mp4">> <<if $subdom lte -30 or $subdom lte -15 and $evasub lte 15>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "evasub" 1>>I knew I wanted to please my friend. I was too eager to have her enjoy our time together to back down from helping her. It wasn't long before my hands were all over her body, rubbing her lower lips as I eagerly kissed her upper ones. <<s Eva>>Mmmm that's so good.<</s>> She praised me, sending shivers down my spine. <<s Eva>>You're so good!<</s>> I had promise her to play with her body even more last time, and I was keeping my promise to her now. And she was happy with me for doing so. And I enjoyed it greatly. My friend was a hot piece of ass, and I was lucky to bring her pleasure. //Huh... Even my nerdy friend held some dominance over me!// <<else>><<add "evasub" 1>>My eager friend quickly found herself reciprocating the actions of the past few workouts, her hands quick at work at my snatch, as I kissed her lips in a dominant manner. She moaned into my mouth, eager and submissive. <<s Author>>What a good girl you're being!<</s>> I praised her with confidence, as she submitted even further to my will. It was a beautiful feeling, having such a docile person at my beck and call. Especially someone as close as <<light Eva>>, the soft, demure, nerdy friend turned gym partner, a sexy piece of ass eager to serve... My friend was growing into a hotter piece of ass every day, and I had her wrapped around my finger. //That felt exquisite!//<</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction4.mp4">> All bets were off, as our eager love-making took to new heights, my laying down and my friend eating me out from behind, licking my folds with eagerness. Our time together at the gym was slowly moving away from workouts and closer to love-making sessions. Our hot steamy bodies, barely out of our gym clothing, was all the workout we needed, as our bodies moved against one another, passionate rubbing that tried to take the most out of the other and give the most in return. A hot, heavy session of passionate and engaging love-making that would take us to new heights... This was our workout, and this was what I was mentoring my friend in, servicing my cunt. It was a freaking hot session, and one that we had to finish early as our passionate cries and moans alerted others to our presence. //Let's hope next time we're all alone!// <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-seduction5.mp4">> <<s stranger>>Hey can you watch the gym for me?<</s>> The gym owner made the msitake of leaving us all alone as he went into the lockers to take a shower. It was bare moments later than my hot friend and I were all over each other's naked bodies, engaged in yet another steamy makeout/workout session. <<if $subdom lte -40 or $subdom lte -20 and $evasub lte 20>><<less "subdom" 2>><<less "evasub" 2>>I needed to serve her. I needed to serve her sexy, athletic body. Whatever it took. And I did, my tongue attacking her snatch dutifully, as I've been eager to do the whole of the past week. Her hot body against my face, I eagerly served my attractive friend, wanting to bring her worlds of pleasure the best I knew how; by being a toy in her grasp. <<s Eva>>Oh god! You're doing so well!<</s>> My friend praised me, smiling wide. And I smiled wider, knowing that I was doing a good job. That I was serving well. Fulfilling my purpose. //I seriously could do this all day!// <<else>><<add "evasub" 2>>I quickly had her between my legs, her submissive body a toy in my hands, beyond eager to serve. And I revelled in the fact that I had her do whatever I wanted her to do. My friend was an eager, submissive toy, and I had shaped her exactly like I wanted her, an eager girl that was willing to do anything for praise. <<s Author>>Look at you, so thirsty in public.<</s>> I teased her, receiving only moans of pleasure against my snatch, the vibrations sending beautiful shivers down my spine. <<s Author>>What if someone went in and caught you? What will you do next?<</s>> I continued my tease. She had no limits. <<s Eva>>I'd continue serving. It's my rightful place!<</s>> She called out in answer, even more eager to serve than she was moments earlier. Her debauchery knew no limits, and it was all mine to control. //What a beautifully corrupted girl!//<</if>><</if>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>As we finished our workout for the day, I told <<light Eva>> to go ahead of me as I worked on one final stretch for the day. And my dumb friend headed for the showers... Except they were the wrong ones. I mean come on, I might have been the one to set her on that path, but how could I have expected that it would bring her to this point? I followed, trying to see what she was doing and whatever embarrassing situation she was to find herself in. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower1.jpg">> She was already naked and cleaning herself off under the shower head, not having noticed that this was the men's bathroom. Yes, gender was a social construct, but with a body like hers, she's get the wrong kind of attention is such a space. Or was it the right kind? I looked on as my friend got to work on cleaning herself in a public space, not quite caring about her position. After all, she must've thought that she was in the women's showers. The entrance of a stranger confirmed to me what I already knew: This was the men's showers, and my friend was about to be found out by a strange black man. A big one at that. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower2.jpg">> She didn't know, propping her body in the most erotic of poses, putting herself on display like a piece of fine ass, a temptation that no one was strong enough for. Least of all the horny man who started rubbing himself through the pants he wore. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc1.mp4">> I thought I was promiscuous, but it seems like <<light Eva>> took the cake when it came to revealing her cake to random people. A hot display of sexiness, she rubbed herself all over, making sure not to miss a spot. As did he. And I watched along, entranced by this hot display. What a hot, wrong thing to be witnessing! Eventually, as she finished up her shower and headed out, the man rushed to hide, allowing her the mistake she just did. She saw me and smiled. <<s Eva>>So, not gonna take a shower?<</s>> She asked me, licking her lips. If only she knew... <div id='choices'><<link "Warn her of her mistake">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Blocked" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well definitely, but not here.<</s>> I said, worried for my friend. <<s Eva>>What? Why not?<</s>> She asked, oblivious to her surroundings. <<s Author>>I'd rather take my shower in the women's bathroom.<</s>> I said, trying not to smirk at her shocked expression. <<s Eva>>Hold on, what??<</s>> Her crimson face was beyond laughable. //She won't make the same mistake twice!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Ends this storyline">> <<link "Don't, she'll notice soon enough">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured making my friend embarrased by an honest mistake was not the way to go, and instead elected to simply ignore the fact that a man was obviously oggling her in a public space. <<s Author>>I think I'll take my shower at home instead. They barely ever have hot water here, and you obviously used up all of it.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh I'm sorry, I'll be faster next time!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>No it's okay, you should take your time.<</s>> //Oh the naughtiness of being a tease...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-stripping.jpg">>Once more, my friend has made the same mistake and chosen to visit the wrong showers. All I could think of was that I hoped it was an accident yet again and not something intentional. The man from last time was waiting for his opportunity to pounce, as <<light Eva>> got undressed and prepared herself to go in the shower. If there was ever a chance for me to save my friend, now would be it.. Or I could trust that she'd do the right thing and turn him down when she realizes what she'd done... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Save her">><<pickup $friendsevents "EW Blacked Blocked" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't let my friend fall for that trap. I'd save her, even if it was from herself. I barged into the room. <<s Author>>Eva! What are you doing here? Come with me quick!<</s>> I called to her, pulling her all the way over to the other locker rooms, even in her underwear. <<s Eva>>What the fuck? What are you doing?<</s>> she asked worriedly. <<s Author>>Saving you from yourself. That was the men's showers.<</s>> I said. Her blush was a sight to see, but at the very least, my friend would not be making a strip show for a random stranger today, or who knows what else worse than that! <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "Try to save her">><<less "subdom" 2>>As I moved in the lockers, trying to stop my friend from going further with her mistake, I was stopped by the man, who grabbed my arm. <<s stranger>>Don't think I didn't notice you last time. You had your chance to stop it, now let's see if she has the willpower to do it.<</s>> He smirked, a hushed tone, as I saw her go deeper. <<s stranger>>Besides, you know you want to watch what happens next, don't you, white girl?<</s>> He teased. I couldn't argue against him, and part of me was thrilled, excited to see the active corruption of my friend. I didn't have the willpower to stop what was to happen, and could only hope that my friend would stand up for herself... <</linkreplace>><</if>> <<link "Watch what happens!">><<replace "#choices">>Moments after my friend made her way inside of the shower, her back turned to me and her eyes cosed, taking in the water of the showerhead, the strange black man had stripped from his clothes and joined her under the water, his hand quickly placed on her snatch. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-shower3.jpg">> <<s stranger>>I hope you don't mind, after all this is the men's showers.<</s>> He explained his molestation to a moaning <<light Eva>>, whose protests died down quickly after she realized her misstep. <<s Eva>>I'm sorry I didn't know...<</s>> She tried speaking in between the sharp breaths she was taking. The man might be aggressive, but the way she reacted told me that he was doing something right. <<s stranger>>No need to worry about that.<</s>> The man said to her, moving in close. <<s stranger>>After all, showers are showers, and we gotta make sure that we exit them clean, right?<</s>> It wasn't anything about my friend's newfound freedom and bimboness. It was about a man that knew what he was doing, claiming what he saw simply because he could. <<s stranger>>Don't you agree?<</s>> He asked. If there was any hope for <<light Eva>> to get out of this, now was the time. My friend could simply not consent to what he was doing, and then- <<s Eva>>Right.<</s>> She ascented to his manipulations, accepting his strong body against hers, his aggressive demeanor and control. And she leaned further into it. <<s stranger>>Show me how willing you are to come clean.<</s>> He said aggressively. <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower4.jpg">> Very willing, it seems! My friend turned around, offering the rest of her body to her charismatic assailant, eager to have his hands on her, offering her breasts out. <<s stranger>>Such a good girl.<</s>> He complimented her, receiving moans as his hands fell on her nipples, playing with them, pulling out moan after moan from my docile friend. <<s Eva>>Mm.. Please..<</s>> <<s stranger>>I'm not one to hook up with strangers.<</s>> He said, having her wrapped around his finger. Or fingers wrapped around her nipples. <<s Eva>>No.. Please!<</s>> She cried out, letting go of her inhibitions and diving head first into his seduction. I was watching the active seduction and corruption of my once innocent friend, and I was mezmerized by the activity I was seeing. What a sight! <<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-shower5.jpg">> Without warning, the dominant man leaned forward, his lips seeking out my friend's, wanting to put her in her place. And she pursed her own lips, eager to be kissing him back. A stranger. Someone she didn't know. And yet someone who played with her body however he wanted, and had her submit to his touch oh so beautifully. And I was entranced by this sight. Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. My friend was going down a road there was no returning from. And the longer I was a witness of it, the more corrupted she'll become, a playtoy to absolute strangers in a public place, toyed with as they want. //Where has the nerd gone? Can she ever be saved?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Once more, <<light Eva>> was headed to the wrong bathrooms. This time, there was no denying that she knew where she was going. I approached her. Something needs to be cleared up. <<s Author>>Eva... You do understand these are the wrong bathrooms... Right?<</s>> I asked her. With this confrontation, there was no denying that my friend was entirely aware of her situation. With this conversation, things would be laid bare on the table. <<s Eva>>I... Can't stop myself. This is too thrilling.<</s>> She said. I was impressed. My old friend would've never admitted that. <<s Author>>Are you sure, Eva?<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's not entirely on me, is it? You've let me go there twice already... And the third time does have its charm!<</s>> She explained, laying the whole deal clearly in front of that both of us. And I couldn't quite argue with what had already happened, I could only work on what was to come after. <<s Author>>If this is what you want...<</s>> Was it already too late? What would my interjection do at this point? My friend seemed steadfast on going in there and putting herself in the naughty and sex line of fire. I looked at her in the eyes. Did the words I'd say even matter? <div id='choices'><<link "Enjoy yourself!">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCAcceptance" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Enjoy yourself, Eva!<</s>> I told her with a big smile on my face, genuinely happy and excited for her. Her smile in return told me all I needed to know: She had plans and was excited for what was to come. <<s Eva>>I'm counting on it.<</s>> She turned and started to head towards the lockers, before turning back again to look at me: <<s Eva>>You're most welcome to watch me!<</s>> She said with a wink before going in. My nerdy, reclusive friend, was no longer there. Instead, the naughty <<light Eva>> had taken over, ready for the next naughty hit of adrenaline she could find. And she went in, preparing herself for the show she was putting on for me, and for a blck stranger she'd find inside... <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay silent">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCAcceptance" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't have the words for my friend, and didn't know if I could say anything to dissuade her from what she was about to do. All I knew was that she was at a crossroads, and I could only hope that she'd make the right choice when the time comes. And at the end of the day, I was but a spectator of this shift, this destruction of character and morphing of desires. A closet lesbian now looking forward to her next encounter with a BBC or its holder, that willingly puts herself in the line of fire and is excited to see it and deal with it. No... Long was gone the original nerdy <<light Eva>>, and here was standing, ready to go into the "wrong bathrooms", a sultry, naughty girl, that was excited to see and feel and deal with a fat cock and its holder. No... I had no words to dissuade or encourage her. I could only watch, spectate as the story I helped create came out of hand and was let out into the world, and I could only watch as I anticipated where the coin would fall, backwards to a reclused, sane persona, or forwards to a naughty, minxy attitude that could no longer be held back. She smiled, and started heading towards the lockers, understanding that I had no wisdom to share, not that wisdom would ever be able to halt her activities. She winked at me before going into the room, and I could only imagine what was behind. Since she knew, and she knew I knew, then maybe... Just maybe... That wink was an invitation to see what is to happen? //Maybe... Just maybe... I should keep watching like the naughty, horny voyeur that I'd become?// <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't do it, Eva.">><<less "evasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaBBCHesitation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Don't do it, Eva...<</s>> I implored her, my voice weaker than I'd expected, almost begging my friend not to dive ead first into the sea of debauchery she was openly eyeing. And I don't quite know how she would take this begging tone. I wanted to keep her safe, to hold her and cherish her and make her feel loved and wanted and accepted for who she was. Who she was, deep down, not the naughty minx that she'd become. Not the woman that has no inhibitions, that looked forward to going into the wrong bathrooms in order to get an exciting public romp... Not a woman that had no filter, that went with the flow, especially when the flow is so twisted and wrong... My friend was dangerously approaching a point of no return, and I couldn't halt her. I could only implre and hope she'd heed my warning. <<s Eva>>Where were you last week? I need to see this through.<</s>> //Where was I last week?// Right here, watching her getting seduced, having not stopped her when I could. I had let her down, and now, she had let herself down, following that dark path she'd decided for herself. A dark path I had put her down on ever since our first encounter since the winter break. <<s Eva>>I'm going in. Bye.<</s>> She left me there, pondering the status we'd reached, thinking of the depth and gravity of the situation. Now the choice was simple, leave her to it, to the dangers of going down that path alone, or going in and watching what was hidden behind the door, what awaited her from here on out? Either way, the die was already cast. <<link "Go watch her" "EW Blacked Third">><</link>> <<link "Let her go" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcreveal.jpg">> The cock was already hard when my friend made her way inside of the "wrong" locker room, ready to greet her and welcome her in the steamy room, eager to make use of the seduced and controlled individual that now visited it. <<s stranger>>About time.<</s>> The man said, while another revealed himself from a corner of the room. I stood at the door watching as <<light Eva>> slowly started undressing, looking at the other man also remove his clothing. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbccomparison.jpg">> Two hard cocks, at full mast, at attention, ready to ravage my friend and make her their slut. And I had nothing I could do to stop it. I was well and truly just a spectator of the debauchery that was to ensue. I had brought her here by my inaction, and now I had no control over the actions that they would take. In mere moments, they had her stripped and were starting their abuse of her submissive and docile body. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc4.mp4">> <<s stranger>>This is what you've been looking for. This is the treatment you crave.<</s>> The man said as he slapped her face, humiliating her. And while aprt of me wanted to go in, defend her, I just had to heed her own words, encouraging the actions they were taking against her: <<s Eva>>Yes! Yes! I'm just a common whore. I need to be put in my place I live to serve!<</s>> Her cries of acceptance, appreciation, love, and eagerness, were only muffled when a hard cock found itself lodged in her mouth, shutting her up, and bringing out moans instead of cries of pleasure. My friend was a willing participant in her own abuse, and I couldn't help but get turned on by this whole thing. Time after time after time, I had made a decision to help her further down that path, and now, I reap the reward of my intervention. I could've denied her the help of the workouts, and I doubt that she'd have done the mistake she has countless times since, counting on me to guide her away from her own dark urges. Yet I was eagerly pushing her down that road. Eagerly anticipating this exact image. The iamge of my friend finally impaled on a hard black cock, claiming her innocence and forever turning her into a whore for BBC. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/eva-bbc-riding.jpg">> Riding a cock, a humiliated, defeated beauty turned full whore. My friend was defeated, and it was a beauty to see. A BEAUTY! And the beasts that defiled her. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/eva-bbc-riding2.jpg">> Riding, eagerly, willingly, and enjoying the debasement and defilement. My friend was finally defeated, whatever old part of her now gone. It was not a dream. It was reality. And reality kicked in even more when one of them turned to me: <<s stranger>>Are you joining or simply watching this whole thing?<</s>> They asked, challenging me to take a stand. <<s Eva>>No! Today's all about me! But she can watch!<</s>> My friend implored, truly wanting to be the center of attention in her ultimate humiliation, in her turning out. And I was eager to let her have her moment. I wouldn't tarnish it with my actions... Even if I wanted to. <<s stranger>>So either she gets closer and truly watch what will happen to her the next time she's here, or she retreats like a good girl and let us have our way with you.<</s>> A strange ultimatum. Yet one that was placed for me nonetheless. Would I risk myself even further in my spectator's guise, just for the chance to see more of the humiliation brought upon my friend? //Did I want to?// <div id='choices'><<link "I need to see this through">><<add "Eva" 5>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to see this through. I needed to keep seeing the debasement of my friend, and what could be mine should things continue the way they have been. The boys were willing, and so was I, so what more could I hope for? I went for it, moving closer, without a word. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-tagteam.mp4">> My friend was working hard to service both cocks, one on each side, as I saw her beautiful, naughty face enjoying this whole thing. No, she was more than enjoying. It was like bliss, perfection, having found exactly what she'd been looking for for a while now. And a satisfaction that could not be denied. My friend was overjoyed to be double-teamed by strangers with hard black cocks, and I felt lucky to be the one to witness that ultimate change of character. The nerdy <<light Eva>> had changed places with a naughty, minxy white whore for black cock. A beauty to see and appreciate. And I was the witness. <<s stranger>>Next time, you're joining her, slut.<</s>> One of the men told me, and I could only nod in acceptance. //Next time, I'd join her... I couldn't wait for next Wednesday!// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave. Leave while I still can.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess... I guess I should leave...<</s>> I said as I slowly moved away from the naughty scene that was taking place in front of me. <<s stranger>>Stupid girl can't handle this.<</s>> One of them said, gathering moans from my friend. She was agreeing to what he said! Whether the agreement was the me being stupid part or the me not being able to handle it was left to be seen... <<s stranger>>You better not be around next time we have our way with your slut of a friend, because you'll be joining her if you are.<</s>> He warned me as I moved out of the room. That was a true ultimatum. I either leave my friend to her depravation, to the corruption that had entirely taken hold of her, or I join her in the absolute broken behavior she wa exhibiting. I had lost her either way, and now, the challenge was not to lose myself to it all as well... Despite every ounce of my body begging me to go for it as well.<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbc5.mp4">> <</if>>

<<add "arousal" 30>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird1.mp4">> My friend was far beyond the point of no return, rubbing her folds with the strong pressure of the shower head, openly masturbating in a public space. My friend was now a public whore, and eagerly so, and was playing with herself, hoping to be seen, in complete awareness that she was engaging in that naughty act in a place reserved for men. At one point in our friendship relationship, or whatever else you want to call it, I had thought she was a closeted bisexual. Now that misconception was entirely disproven. Disproven by the massive black cock that ebbed and flowed as the owner of the impressive member watched playing with herself, as she watched his cock, biting her lip as she thought about it. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird3.mp4">> An impressive member, and an impressively naughty girl. Both staring at one another, challenging the other for their move. Yet the move was individual, it was for the person to make with themselves alone. The move was against themselves, to make sure they'd attract the other person as much as possible. And me, a third person, watching it all unfold, and slowly rooting for them both to lose themselves to each other. A voyeur, watching something beyond a seduction. Watching rather a game of wills and intensity that had been played for weeks on end now. And it was obvious that this was not a climax. There was no checkmate here, there was a long game that they both were playing. And one, I was quite sure, my friend was losing time and time again. Last time she had begged another stranger to do whatever he wanted to her. This time, she is putting herself on display in front of the menacing black guy, wanting to provoke him. An intentional mistake to go into the wrong place, and try to make the most of it, but at the end of the day, at the core, the mistake would prevail, She mistakenly believed she could hold on. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird4.jpg">> Then her eyes caught mine, her hazy, horny eyes, and my gaping, engaged ones, watching in rapt attention. She looked at me, and I at her. And a decision was made... <<if $friendsevents.has("EvaBBCAcceptance") or $evasub gte 30>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird2.mp4">> Showerhead thrown to the side, my naughty, submissive and completely mindless friend got to work on rubbing herself for the stranger. And me! Her eyes drifted between us, as she toyed with her folds and he with his cock. And her moans rose. She was putting on a show for the both of us, and I was enjoyingthat sultry show she was putting on. Dear God was I enjoying the naughtiness she was showing me, and the hardness he was revealing as well! He smiled at me, his hard cock in hand, putting it on display for the both of us to see. <<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird4.jpg">> A big, juicy, tasty cock. In need of servicing. Oh my god. I thought my friend was the one being seduced. Yet all along, I was also being toyed with. All along, I might've went in because of my friend, stayed because of er eyes, her naughtiness. But I was getting turned on because of the hard cock that was rising to greet me. I was as seduced as she was by the naughtiness of it all. I thought she was the one losing herself. Yet I was also being played by the strength of the BBC. He was a stranger, nameless. Even different than the last man that <<light Eva>> had found herself with. And not, he also had me seduced, eager to see more of him. <<s stranger>>All you white girls are the same, slaves to the BBC.<</s>> His words barely registered, my eyes taken by the fantastic member of significance and importance that stood to attention. <<vid "events/evaevents/workout-bbcthird5.mp4">> <<s stranger>>Next time, you'll both be servicing this cock. You'll soon both be my whores.<</s>> He announced his challenge, making it clear there was an ultimatum to this whole thing. I'd lose alongside my friend if I continued down that path. In trying to stay by her side, I'd get seduced just like her. And I was thrilled about it. I looked forward to it. I couldn't wait for the upcoming "workout". And looking at her in the aftermath of the encounter, I noticed... Neither could she. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <<else>>Maybe it was the words of wisdom I had given her just moments ago, or maybe it was because she just wasn't too far gone yet... My friend slowed down her activity. Her escalation of a situation that she probably had no control over. And in turn, the man noticed my presence, understanding that their game had come to an end. <<s stranger>>Fucking cockblocker.<</s>> He claimed as he got redressed and moved past me. And I saw him leave us alone... I looked at my friend, and she at me, as she slowly stood and composed herself. <<s Eva>>I... Thank you for your words.<</s>> She said, shy again. Had I not been here, who knows where things would've gotten... <<s Author>>I'll be at the door to make sure you're not bothered. Be quick.<</s>> She took a breath, and nodded. I headed out. My friend was safe, thanks to my momentary intervention. I need to stay here, to keep her safe. I need to keep being there for her. I loved my <<light Eva>>. <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</if>>

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<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<picmid "events/evaevents/workout-firstmeeting.jpg">> <<light Eva>> was starting to discover what working out at a gym was all about, her new clothes in tow and her fun attitude guiding her actions. Yet there were still questions unanswered. <<s Author>>Hey Eva, why are you working out? What changed?<</s>> I asked my friend. <<s Eva>>Honestly I'm not entirely sure.<</s>> She admitted, <<s Eva>>I guess it could be because I am jealous of you and Yara, or because I'm just not hot enough.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not hot enough? You always turn heads Eva!<</s>> I said to her trying to instill some confidence in my friend. <<s Eva>>I just... I'm a different kind of hot, childish. I want to be seen as a woman, a lady.<</s>> I smiled to myself. A lady... My friend was attractive, and men who see attractive women do not consider them ladies, but rather playthings to toy with... <<s Eva>>You don't seem to agree with my thinking.<</s>> She said plainly, looking at me for signs of response. <div id='choices'><<if $evasmarts lte 5>><<link "You're too gullible to be a lady.">><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Eva, you're too gullible to be a lady.<</s>> And she truly was, ever the accepting individual that has been growing more and more... Vapid. And I really knew that me saying that would push her down that path even further, make her accept this side of her. <<s Eva>>Hey that's unfair!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>It's not about you, Eva. It's about men. It's about what they want to see. And at the very least, you're giving them something of value to see. I admire that in you.<</s>> She thought for a moment, broken down somehow, trying to deal with the words I said to her. <<s Eva>>You really think so?<</s>> She asked. Hook, line, and sinker. <<s Author>>I know so.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well the thing is, I admire you. That's why I've decided to workout with you...<</s>> She finally admitted. <<s Author>>Well in that case, are we going to be working out or talk for the rest of the day?<</s>> I asked her teasingly, moving to the first set. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're too gullible to be a lady" "She's still pretty smart (5)">><</if>> <<link "Complying with society's expectations is the right thing to do.">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I admire that courage, Eva. Following that path is the right thing to do.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You really think so?<</s>> <<s Author>>I know so. Isn't it easier to simply follow what other people do, instead of trying to fight against the status-quo?<</s>> I asked her, trying to make logic out of my deception. She smiled and nodded. <<s Eva>>I've tried to fight against it, and look at where that got me.<</s>> She explained. I carefully ommited the fact that we had followed society's expectations with our grades and it never got us anywhere. Was I fooling myself just as much as I was trying to help my friend? <<s Eva>>So what are we doing first?<</s>> She asked, ready to have this show on the road. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You shouldn't do it for people, but rather for yourself.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva... You shouldn't do it for other people, no matter who they might be. You should do it for yourself. You're the only one who's opinion matters.<</s>> I said to my friend, trying to instil some confidence in her. <<s Eva>>What if I can't find that confidence in me?<</s>> She asked, real insecurities starting to show their ugly face. <<s Author>>What if you find your true self instead?<</s>> I asked her, flipping her script against her. She remained thoughtful. <<s Author>>You're worth much more than a look and a thirsty eagerness. You're awesome even without this whole sexy body thing.<</s>> I said last before moving to work out. I could see how fantastic my friend was very easily. Why did she find it hard to discover it herself? <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Eva>><</pic>><<s Eva>>Come on! Some of the boys invited us to play a game with them, they need 2 new players!<</s>> My friend tried to encourage me to join her with relative stranger to the game that they seemed to have organized. <<s Author>>I don't know...<</s>> <<s Eva>>They're paying for the field.<</s>> <<s Author>>Count me in!<</s>> <<linkreplace "Play with them">><<pichalf "events/evaevents/workout-footballside.jpg">>My friend was excited to be playing football in the beautiful outdoor field, as was I. //And yes, before anyone asks, it's football. A foot and a ball. Cry me a river.// <<s Eva>>Obviously, us being the only girls, we're playing against each other.<</s>> She smiled at me, a challenging look that told me she was going to give it her all, not hand over an easy game. And I was not going to back down from her challenge either. There were other people in the field, but my mark was <<light Eva>>, and I was enjoying playing against the only other girl on the field. Though I did feel like I was holding back from going all out on her... <div id='choices'><<if $athletics gte 50>><<link "Show her she has a long way to go.">><<add "evasub" 2>><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccerme.mp4">> I wouldn't want my friend to get any crazy idas about her abilities. She had a long way to go, and I'd make sure she recognized that. <<s Author>>You can't catch me!<</s>> I teased her as I showed off my athleticism, beating her at every twist and turn, laughing the whole time. <<s Eva>>Woah relax!<</s>> She called out every time I passed her, showing off my prowess. My friend was pressed to catch up to me, and was short of doing so at every moment. It was a joy to see her re-evaluate her abilities like that, and I saw that she understood my dominance, at least physical in nature, over her. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show her she has a long way to go" "Not athletic enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Give her a clear challenge">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccerboth.mp4">> While I did want to play the best I could and give my friend a challenge, I tried to balance out the intensity with which I was playing, to give her a decent chance to improve her abilities. <<s Author>>Widen your stance, keep your feet apart, bend the knees. That way you can switch positions faster.<</s>> Under my guidance, my friend did improve quite a bit in her game, catching up to me countless times and giving me a decent challenge at other times. While she still understood I was the better athlete, she was fine with it, making her peace with the fact and doing her best to keep up. That was indeed a nice workout for the both of us. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Make mistakes to raise her spirits">><<add "Eva" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-soccereva.mp4">> While playing, I gave her one too many opportunities, and my friend made use of that gap to score a point. Her celebration was over the top, as she removed her shirt and started waing it in the air, enjoying her success. The cheers she received from the watching boys was quite the sight, my friend in her sports bra and them enjoying the sight. She didn't care, she had won! And her smile towards me showed me she recognized that I was taking it easy on her. //It's nice doing nice things for your friends.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-improvement.mp4">> My friend was working out today, just like any other day, and her improvements were clear and obvious. She had started building up a shapely bum, and her posture was absolutely correct. I had to praise her. <<s Author>>Eva, you look fantastic!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Really? I've noticed I've gotten a bit fatter...<</s>> She said, looking at her ass in the mirror. <<s Author>>Honey, that's not fatter, that's more muscular. And it fucking suits you!<</s>> My crude language made her blush. She appreciated the compliment. <<s Eva>>Oh then thanks! I'm happy for it!<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "Spank her ass, feel it out!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-spank.mp4">> My hands landing hard on my friend's backside, and she was quick to speak up against it: <<s Eva>>Hey! Not cool!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes cool. I helped create that ass, it's only right I get to feel it.<</s>> I said, confident in my posture. My friend was shocked at my statement, then reviewed her position. <<s Eva>>I mean... I guess it does make sense.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes it does, you naughty little thing. Your body is mine to shape and grow.<</s>> I teased her, smiling wide. She blushed hard, noticing what she agreed to and how hard I would like to take things. //I'd turn her out the way I wanted to. She's almost entirely willing!// <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Spank her ass, feel it out!" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "Compliment her even more">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No seriously, Eva. It's like... So hot.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay, horny girl. Enough obsession over my ass!<</s>> She joked back at me, laughing. <<s Author>>I'd do you.<</s>> I said finally. <<s Eva>>I know.<</s>> //She's hot when she's confident like that. And sexy like that. I think I might be into her way deeper than expected...// <<link "Move Along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it slide" "Gym">><</link>></div><</if>>

<<switch random(1, 3)>><<case 1>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random1.mp4">> My friend's workout was all over the place, her technique entirely flawed... Yet it was pretty to see. I liked the way she made her hips jiggle and bounce... <<case 2>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random2.mp4">> <<light Eva>> gave it her all todaym squatting a bigger weight than normal. Our exercises were starting to have a positive effect on her. <<case 3>><<vid "events/evaevents/workout-random3.mp4">> My sexy friend was still new to the gym, choosing the oddest of positions to have her workouts. Not that any of the people there minded, with the sight she was offering... <<default>>No scenes to watch, oopsie!<</switch>> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>>

<img src="images/clubs/hrc.jpg" width="100%"> <center><h1>BLM Event</h1></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><center><h2>- I -</h2></center><div id="continue"><center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/blmevent1.jpg" width="80%"></center> In pulling ourselves together and organizing, we led a protest fighting for the BLM movement at our schoolyard, hoping to raise awareness on the issue. Finding support from students and faculty of all races alike, we were happy to see our cause being embraced like that by the whole of the school. However, a particular event during our rally stood out to me. At one point during the rally, I saw <<light Jasmin>> at a distance approached by a relative stranger. At least, I know I've never seen that person around the school before and I know almost everyone. <center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventkiss.jpg" width="80%"></center> Right on the lips, he kissed her with such vigor it almost frightened me. Seemingly stunned, she did not react and instead just stood there after their lips parted, looking up at him in a docile manner. He smiled, said something to her, and moved away, lost in the crowd. //Isn't she with <<light Jerome>>?// <<link "Get closer">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventtalk.jpg" width="80%"></center> Approaching my friend, I just had to check she was doing fine. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin I saw that, are you okay?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>! Oh my god yes that was odd!<</s>> <<s Author>>Tell me about it! Want to call the cops?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>To do what, shoot him? Hell no!<</s>> <<s Author>>But he abused you...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It's actually kind of my fault.<</s>> I was perplexed. <<s Author>>Your fault? How?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I was droning on and on about reparations and having to pay them back, and well... He challenged me to it.<</s>> <<s Author>>And so you kissed him? What about Jerome?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Jerome and I aren't a thing. I could never tie down someone like that!<</s>> Speaking of the devil... <<s Jerome>>Is everything okay ladies?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was next to us, butting into the conversation. <<s Jasmin>>Yes! I was just teaching <<print $name>> about reparations.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Really? Now?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>No time like the present.<</s>> Turning to me, <<light Jasmin>> revealed: <<s Jasmin>>Jerome has been wanting to have you near him just like me, and he was telling me about how attractive he found you.I say you two kiss.<</s>> <<s Author>>What does this have to do with anything?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It's part of reparations. If his peers saw us with him, if everyone here saw us next to him, we'll be able to drive the reparations message home!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Imagine the effect that would have on your HRC's reach!<</s>> They might be right, but was I willing to put myself on the line like that? Something felt odd with all this, the logic wasn't tracking... <<s Jasmin>>Come on, <<print $name>>, you know you want to try what it feels like to be next to a masculine man like Jerome here!<</s>> //I had a choice to make, and I was unsure what was the right thing to do...// <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Join them and send a message">><<add "hrctotal" 3>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventthrouple.jpg" width="80%"></center> There was something oddly alluring about being an accompaniement to someone as handsome as <<light Jerome>>, and it kind of felt right, in the spirit of the event, to be hanging out at his sides in support of his cause. It was his people's fight, after all, and we had the privilege of just being there to support them. that was made apparent even more when their involvement grew beyond what the HRC had planned for them, but both me and <<light Jasmin>> being at <<light Jerome>>'s side told the club that this was entirely normal and expected. When instead of <<light Jasmin>> or I going up on the stage to give the big speech that would rally everyone behind the cause, <<light Jerome>> went up, I felt kind of robbed from our big moment to really put the cherry on top of the event. Seeing <<light Jasmin>> beeming at the attention her not-boyfriend was having did alleviate a bit of my concerns though. <<s Jasmin>>You should kiss him.<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> <<light Jerome>> was still giving his speech on the make-shift podium in front of the hundreds gathered there as <<light Jasmin>> whispered to me. <<s Jasmin>>When he finishes his speech. You go up to him and give him a kiss. Drive the reparations point home!<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you sure that's the right thing to do?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Everyone seeing you up there doing it... Can you imagine the effect that would have on campus? Activism at its finest! I can't do it cause if my father found out he'd kill me.<</s>> Yet again, her logic was greatly flawed, but there was something extremely appealing about doing something so publicly, and allowing for that image to live on in people's heads. I could even see <<light Eric>> in the crowd! <<s Jasmin>>Come on, you know you want to know what his lips taste like.Let me tell you, they taste amazing!<</s>> Was she really into it? I mean his lips are delectable but was I really doing this? //His lips...// <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Go up and pay even more reparations.">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 3>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "arousal" 50>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blmeventkiss2.jpg">> Something about the taboo aspect of it all, about being so vulnerable and accepting in front of all these people, about allowing something like that to happen, all for the sake of something so absurd as reparations... I felt compelled to go up and kiss <<light Jerome>> on the lips, allowing him the public dominance that others would praise him for. And that's what I did. Soon as his speech was over with, I went up and gave myself to him, allowing him a taste of my lips as I sampled his and melting into his arms. Taking a short breath after a heavy tongue fight, I pick up the mic from his hands and address everyone there, still stunned by what they've seen. <<s Author>>I am not his girlfriend and I barely know him. But I am doing my job in creating a better world, by paying reparations. It is our duty and it is their right!<</s>> Dropping the mic, I go back to kissing the hunk of masculinity in front of me. I feel hot and I know my night will be full of lovely games. All in all, the event is an absolute success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. //It's so fucking hot being so public about something like that, I should try putting myself out there more, maybe this will happen again...// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Don't kiss him, but be eye candy at his side.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 25>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not wanting to go over the top, I decide to go up and join <<light Jerome>> on the podium at the end of his speech, allowing him to grab onto my waist as I remind people on the mic of the importance of joining the HRC in planning these events. His possessive hand gives me butterflies in the stomach as I feel hot for a while. All in all, the event is a true success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. It felt good to be next to <<light Jerome>> like that too... //Would it have been so bad to taste his lips?// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I've done enough. Stay right where I am.">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Feeling like I have done enough, I decide to stay next to <<light Jasmin>> who gives me the stink eye. What more does she want? Have I not done enough? All in all, the event is a success, helping us raise the awareness we needed not only about the BLM movement but also the HRC's presence at school. <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Deny their approach">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Not wanting anything to do with whatever <<light Jasmin>>'s reparations means, I deny them my presence and decide to remove myself from their equation. The event is overall a success, and helps us rally new members, but is nowhere near what we were hoping it would be. //I probably could've done more, but wasn't willing to put my body on the line like that.// <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><center><h2>- II -</h2></center> <div id="continue">Last time, we had decided that we'd have something public, an event that people from all different backgrounds could join in order to fight for the BLM movement and spread their positive message of equality. Eager to come up with an adequate follow-up, I worked diligently with <<light Jasmin>> to get in motion the next event that would bring people into the movement. Furthermore, we needed something that would talk to the younger generation. <<s Jasmin>>That's exactly why a video is the best choice for this kind of event!<</s>> <center><img src=images/clubs/human-rights-club/diversity-video.jpg max-width=80%></center> The choice had been taken, and we were moving forward with our campaign, trying to collect the largest number of people to share our message and fight for marginalized communities. <<s Jasmin>>It's not about marginalized communities anymore, it's about black lives. BLACK lives matter, and it's time we really share that message.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> has really been pushing her message, wanting to really pull for what is apparently the greatest issue with race in our country. It's not all races, it's about black people. The people who used to be slaves a few decades ago, rising up to inherit the country now. And she needed my help convincing people to join the movement and fight for these rights. The more people we got to talk and call out for their rights, the more our chance to really gather more attention to the HRC and its BLM activities. I had my choice of all these people to join me, should I convince them: (Beware that I can talk to as many people as I want, so long as their required stat is met or that I have enough energy to do so.) <div id="ericblm"><<if $cuck gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Convince Eric to record a video">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("EricBLM", "eriblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#ericblm">>I have already reached our to <<light Eric>> to appear in our video.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince Eric to record a video" "He isn't submissive enough towards me">><</if>></div> <div id="jeromeblm"> <<if $Jerome gte 5>><<link "Convince Jerome to record a video">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("JeromeBLM", "jerblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("JeromeBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#jeromeblm">>I have already reached out to <<light Jerome>> to appear in our video.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince Jerome to record a video" "We aren't close enough">><</if>></div> <div id="leoblm"><<if $alphabeta lte -15>><<link "Convince Leo to record a video">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("LeoBLM", "leoblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LeoBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#leoblm">>I have already reached out to <<light Leo>> to appear in our video.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince Leo to record a video" "He isn't submissive or feminine enough">><</if>></div> <div id="julioblm"><<if $Julio gte 3>><<link "Convince Julio to record a video">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("JulioBLM", "julblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("JulioBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#julioblm">>I have already reached out to <<light Julio>> to appear in our video.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince Julio to record a video" "We aren't close enough">><</if>></div> <div id="bbcworldblm"><<if $bbcworld gte 8>><<link "Record a video with strangers">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("BBCWorldBLM", "bbcblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BBCWorldBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#bbcworldblm">>I went out into the world and talked to strangers for help in our video. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Record a video with strangers" "The world isn't accepting enough">><</if>></div> <div id="meblm"><<link "Record a video of myself">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("MeBLM", "meblm"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("MeBLM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#meblm">>Recording myself for the camera, I make a well-rounded speech on how to create a better, more equal world.<</replace>><</link>></div> If I feel like I have done enough; <<link "That's all for now" "School">><<set $HRCInsta to 1>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><center><h2>- III -</h2></center> <<s Jasmin>>We were able to organize it!<</s>> <<s Author>>What?<</s>> We were grouped in the usual classroom, thinking of the next step in our fight for human rights, when <<light Jasmin>> approached us with her good news. <<s Jasmin>>We have access to the newly imprisoned guy. The one who's been wrongly accused.<</s>> She explained, still as vague as she always was. <<s stranger>>More context?<</s>> Another member of the HRC, which has been growing in these past few months, asked. <<s Jasmin>>The person who got jailed for being in line with the mafia that ruled this town. The right hand black guy who got persectued for everything. We have the opportunity to meet him to tell his side of the story.<</s>> Jasmin explained, her eyes lighting up. <<s Author>>What today?<</s>> I asked, incredulous. The tale of what happened to the mafia has always been shrouded in mystery, with only one person tied to the whole thing having been jailed for their crimes. The rest got through without any repercussions. <<s Jasmin>>Of course not! It's for Sunday. But it's only for two people.<</s>> She announced, to mixed signals. <<s professor>>It's a good thing we're not all going. It would be dangerous to be with that person.<</s>> One voiced out. <<s stranger>>Obviously Jasmin is one of the people going.<</s>> Another commented. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Obviously! And <<print $name>> will be joining me.<</s>> She announced. This opportunity was a big one, to be spending some fun times with my friend but also to hear the tale of someone screwed by the system. <<s Author>>Are you sure I'm the best person for the job?<</s>> That didn't mean that I wasn't hesitant about it though. <<s Jasmin>>You've been one of the people that pushed the most for our projects to happen. Of course you are.<</s>> She countered, no one else arguing with that statement. <<s Jasmin>>Besides, this will give more legitimacy to our organisation, and hopefully get us the help of one of those professors.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Let's do this!">><<pickup $club "BLM3Open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Eager to be joining this once in a lifetime opportunity, and furhter excited to be using this for my college applications, I chose to agree to <<light Jasmin>>'s offer. <<s Author>>Count me in! Let's do this!<</s>> I announced. <<light Jasmin>>'s smile grew wide. <<s Jasmin>>I'll pick you up from your house on Sunday, be ready!<</s>> //Let's see where this adventure takes us.// <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I don't want to go." "Come on, the story is about you. You need to go.">></div><</if>>

<img src=images/character/jerome.jpg align=left height=300px style=margin-right:10px>Talking to <<light Jerome>>, I wanted him to be part of the video we were creating since I knew how important and impactful someone like him would be in our video. <<s Jerome>>What exactly do you want me to do?<</s>> <<s Author>>I want you to be yourself, talk from the heart, about your struggles under the current oppresive system of the world. Your story and character need to be shared, your message needs to be shared.<</s>> He looked at me, considering his options. <<s Jerome>>Are you sure having me alone in front of the camera will be enough to call for a change in the world?<</s>> <<s Author>>I do believe so...<</s>> He seemed to have something in mind as he thought about his options. <<s Jerome>>Why don't you join me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Why would I?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You see if you joined me and were next to me during my speech, we'll be able to really sell the point of unity, don't you think?<</s>> He might have a point... <<s Author>>And what should I do?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Just follow my lead, don't worry your mind about this.<</s>> <div id="choices2"><<if $subdom lte -8>><<link "Follow his lead like a good girl">><<replace "#choices2">>Wanting to listen to my colleague as I have before, I decide to follow his lead and join him in front of the camera after turning it on. We were alone in the small makeshift studio room, standing in front of the camera. <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing me. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> I feel myself melt in his touch. His smirk shows his acknowledgement of this, as he pushes me further, his hand resting on my ass behind us. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to me, I'm looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This here is <<print $name>>. She called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is for her to kiss me and wrap her arms around me.<</s>> The subtle way with which he gave his order... I complied immediately, pressing my lips against his as I gave myself to the beautiful sensation of giving him this control. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerkiss.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> <<s Jerome>>And if I told her to kneel in front of me, she would do it.<</s>> It took no time for me to drop to my knees in front of him, a docile subject of this dominant person. <<s Jerome>>Be a good girl and remove my pants.<</s>> All pretense was gone. I needed to serve him. I needed this. Unzipping him and letting his jeans drop, I could see the outline of his cock hidden behind his underwear. I needed to see and feel it, and I placed my hand against it. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerkneel.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> A slap on my hand stopped me from going further, and prying my eyes away to look to my friend's face, I tried to understand why he would stop me from doing what I intended to do. <<s Jerome>>Did I tell you you could play with it?<</s>> <<s Author>>No. Sorry.<</s>> Looking at the floor, I was ashamed. Maybe because of my emotions getting the best of me, maybe because of not being smart enough to follow simple orders... I felt like something was broken. <<s Jerome>>It's okay girl. This kind of things happen when you're stupid like that.<</s>> I looked up at him, hopeful. <<s Jerome>>Do you really want this? Recorded and everything?<</s>> I looked back at the camera, its recording red dot staring back at me, challenging me. I turned back to my colleague, looking submissively in his eyes, and nodded my head. <<s Jerome>>There is no turning back after that. You'll be mine.<</s>> This was a decision that I already had made. Everything these past couple of months have taught me led me to this moment here. I was ready to make that step. <<light Jasmin>> has nothing on me. And the video will always be mine to commemorate this moment. <<s Author>>Yes. I need you.<</s>> There it was. His smirk looking back at my face. His triumphant smile. <<s Jerome>>Then lose the boxers and pleasure me with your mouth, whore.<</s>> <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jersuck.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> His name calling sending a jolt up my spine, I reach up and reveal his thick cock, which stares at me. Throwing all thought out of my mind, I eagerly replace them with a cock in my mouth, eager to please. There it was, his thick, masculine cock, slowly invading my mouth, as I tried my best to pleasure him. Kneeling in that chamber with his penis throbbing in my mouth, I pushed myself to the limit, trying to bring him satisfaction.<<if $sexskill gte 10>>Looking back to all the lessons I have learned across these past couple of months, I try my best to give him pleasure as I bob my head up and down, figthing against my gag reflex as I pushed my limits in serving his magnificent cock. His moans and groans, encouraging, told me I was doing a good job, and I eagerly listened to them for directions on how to optimize his satisfaction. And boy did he look satisfied.<<else>>Unsure of what exactly I was doing and instead following my instincts, I bobbed my head up and down, struggling to fit his great cock in my mouth, as I pushed myself to give him pleasure. Despite my inexperience, his groans told me he was somehow enjoying this, as I tried my best in serving him.<</if>> <<s Jerome>>As you can see, white girls are made for this. For servitude.<</s>> His teasing voice, probably talking to the camera behind me, narrated what was supposed to be the speech. //Fuck the speech, I need him to cum!// I bobbed my head harder as he said that, wanting to satisfy him. <<s Jerome>>Oh you like hearing that, slut? That's what you white girls are for. Look at you running to create a video to push for our supremacy. Jasmin did a great job on you. We can do even more.<</s>> His teasing had an odd effect on me, as I felt myself get turned on, heat rising in me as I served his cock with renewed vigor. //What did he mean by that? Did <<light Jasmin>> lead me here somehow? Was I blind to it?//<img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerbj.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Good girl. I'm almost there.<</s>> <div id="cum"><<if $sexskill gte 10>><<link "Swallow">><<replace "#cum">>I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, dangerously close to spurting his delectable seed inside of it. I bobbed my head faster, wanting to taste his delicious cum, eager to have him finish inside. A grunt later, <<light Jerome>> placed his hang on the back of my head, keeping me in place as he let go of his sperm in my mouth, moaning his satisfaction as I swallowed his beautiful cum. Not wanting to waste a single drop, I rushed to gulp down the sweet texture, basking in the impressive quality that was now flowing in my mouth. <<s Jerome>>What a good girl!<</s>> Smiling up at him, I lick the small drops that form on the tip of his impressive mast. He strokes my hair with a bit of compassion. <<s Jerome>>Good job. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.<</s>> And just like that, <<light Jerome>> takes away the one small moment of compassion before putting his cock back in his pants and starting to head out, noticing the recording camera as he was on his way. <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> With that closing statement, he heads out of class, making sure to close the door behind him, and leaving me there on the ground panting. //How considerate of him.// Regaining my senses after a short while, I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Swallow" "Not Sexual enough">><</if>> <<if $sexskill gte 5>><<link "Spit">><<replace "#cum">>As he said that, I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, ready to shoot his load inside and reach its satisfaction. Wanting to please, I continue to bob my head up and down, careful not to choke too much on the impressive member exploring my throat every once in a while. As he neared completion, moaning heavily and dick twitching in my mouth, <<light Jerome>> decided to place his hand on the back of my head, softly stroking but also subtly informing me he needed me to stay there. Being the toy I am and wanting to bring him pleasure like I should, I kept at it, eager to receive my reward, which arrived shortly thereafter. His thick cream filled my mouth as I kept it there, collecting his sperm and twirling my tongue against his head, urging more from him as he bucked his feet. The red dot of the camera behind me, I take out the huge member from my mouth and swirl his sperm in my mouth for him, smiling as I can. His sweet smile back sends chills down my spine. As I head towards the garbage can, He starts buckling up his pants, and looking at the recording device, announces: <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> With that closing statement, he turns to me. <<s Jerome>>Good job girl. You'll make a good addition to the BNWO.<</s>> I can feel myself blush, his taste still heavy in my mouth as I bask in the aftermath of what has happened. Walking out, he leaves the door slightly ajar, as I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Spit" "Not Sexual enough">><</if>> <<link "Have him cum in my hand">><<replace "#cum">>Despite the great feeling of being so submissive to him and wanting to please him the best I can, I still have my reservations as I kept bobbing my head up and down the best I could. <<s Author>>Let me know when you're about to cum, please!<</s>> His groan of approval is accompanied by his hand on the back of my head, pushing me forward to take his cock in my mouth yet again. His big size is a struggle to accommodate, but I am intent on pleasing him the best I can. Eventually, I feel him twitch and ebb in my mouth, apparently close to reaching his climax. His groans intensifying, he speaks out through them: <<s Jerome>>Yes, that's it. Take it slut!<</s>> His name calling falling on deaf ears, I pull my mouth away as I stroke his cock with my hand, wanting to collect his beautiful sperm. Watching as his impressive cock spurts in front of me, I struggle to keep all his sperm in my hand as it flows out of it and falls to the ground. The humiliation of the act is not lost on me as the copious amounts of sperm trickle out and start flowing along my skin, ruining my clothing. The naughtiness of the act is heightened as <<light Jerome>> looks at the recording camera behind me and gives his concluding statement: <<s Jerome>>And that's the new world order.<</s>> Smiling to himself, he starts buckling his pants back up, removing his impressive member from view, and noticing me struggling with his sperm, throws me the tissue box. <<s Jerome>>Plenty more where that came from, girl.<</s>> He smiles down at me as I look up to him with beady eyes. He strokes my hair one last time before heading out, making sure to close the door behind him to give me privacy as I clean myself and the floor in front of me. //How considerate of him!// Eventually, as I finish my cleaning spree, I head to the camera and stop its recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte 5>><<link "Follow his lead but be weary">><<replace "#choices2">>Wanting to listen to my colleague as I have before, I decide to follow his lead and join him in front of the camera after turning it on. I still felt a bit apprehensive as things were being recorded. We were alone in the small makeshift studio room, standing in front of the camera, as I spoke up: <<s Author>>Please don't overstep, Jerome.<</s>> Looking at me, he eased the tension: <<s Jerome>>Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't approve of.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing me. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> His electric touch has an immediate effect on me, yet I try to maintain my composure as he tries pushing further, his hand exploring further down my side, getting dangerously close to my ass. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to me, I'm looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This here is <<print $name>>. She called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is to play with her body.<</s>> The subtle way with which he gave his order... I had a choice to make, and I had to make it quickly. <div id="cum"><<if $open gte 18>><<link "Nod, allowing him to explore my body.">><<replace "#cum">><img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'>Wanting to feel his hands on my body, and excited at the prospect of doing it in front of a camera, I nod at him, willing to follow his lead as he starts having his hands roam over my body in exploration. First finding their way towards my ass, they start groping and pulling as my shapely orbs as his hands cause them to jiggle playfully. His teasing gestures make my fight my moans as his hand continue their exploration, and his voice, raspy and masculine, sounds off next to my ear: <<s Jerome>>Just like <<print $name>> here, the world is ready to let go, and listen to what is best.<</s>> His hand lands a playful spank, stealing a sultry moan from me. <<s Jerome>>And what is best is being with strong, masculine, black men like me. It's listening to us and understanding that we can bring you satisfaction like no other person can.<</s>> His teasing continues as he sneaks his hand past my clothing, groping me through my underwear, lowering my top to reveal my bra underneath. <<s Jerome>>Isn't that right, girl?<</s>> Lost in the glorious sensation, I moan out in approval.<<s Author>>Mmmm yesss<</s>> I can feel him smile as his hand continues exploring underneath my clothing, snaking its way to the front as it takes hold of my wettening mound. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerseduction.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Oh this feels... ready.<</s>> His low voice sounding in my ear, he teases me before he continues speaking. <<s Jerome>>Their bodies know who's in charge, their whole being is ready for us to take control. So join me, brothers. Join the movement and let's make this world a better place. Let's make these girls better. Show them what the new world order truly looks like.<</s>> I moan loudly as his hand pushes against my womanhood, and out of nowhere, I feel my knees buck and lose myself to the sensation, held up only by his strong hands. Reaching my orgasm while being recorded does something to my psyche, as the red dot stares at me grinding myself against his hand trying to prolong the sensation and wanting it to last for as long as it can. My moans start dying down after a while, as I try to catch my breath while he smiles at me and lets go, dropping me to my knees. <<s Jerome>>What do we say?<</s>> I feel compelled to please him. <<s Author>>Thank you!<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Good girl. Good luck with the video.<</s>> Smiling, he leaves the room, leaving me there panting and trying to catch my breath. As I head to stop the recording, I struggle to control my weak steps. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Nod, allowing him to explore my body." "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $open gte 10>><<link "Bring my ass out, hoping he'd follow where I lead him">><<replace "#cum">><img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jertouch.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'>Wanting to feel his hands on my body, and excited at the prospect of doing it in front of a camera, I bring out my ass, wanting to direct his attention to it and hoping he'd pick me up on my offer. His hands make contact, as they start groping and pulling as my shapely orbs causing them to jiggle playfully. His teasing gestures make my fight my moans as his hand continue their exploration, and his voice, raspy and masculine, sounds off next to my ear: <<s Jerome>>Just like <<print $name>> here, the world is ready to let go, and listen to what is best.<</s>> His hand lands a playful spank, stealing a sultry moan from me. <<s Jerome>>And what is best is being with strong, masculine, black men like me. It's listening to us and understanding that we can bring you satisfaction like no other person can.<</s>> His teasing continues as he continues his groping, subtly spanking me every once in a while. <<s Jerome>>Isn't that right, girl?<</s>> Lost in the glorious sensation, I moan out in approval.<<s Author>>Mmmm yesss<</s>> As he tries to push me, his hand slowly snaking its way past my skirt, I moan and move away for a bit, signaling I'm not ready for it. Ever the gentleman, he understands my intention and allows his hand to remain outside of my clothing. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> I whisper under my breath, as suddenly his hand comes crashing down on my ass. Letting go of his frustration, <<light Jerome>> starts giving me stronger and stronger spanks, and I start taking them with moans of appreciation. Something about being treated like that feels... Good? His spanking, still sensual and filled with emotion, elicits moan after moan from me as I feel myself getting wetter and hornier, staring at the camera's recording red dot. <<s Jerome>>These girls need to know that things have changed, and a new perfection is to be expected in the world. The perfection of our opposing bodies, merged as one.<</s>> As he says that last sentence, he merges his hand against my shapely backside, the last spank a powerful ripple that sounds off in the room. <<s Jerome>>That is the new world order.<</s>> Looking at me, he smiles. <<s Jerome>>Good job, girl.<</s>> Feeling compelled to show my appreciation, I speak out. <<s Author>>Thank you<</s>> As he heads towards the door, <<light Jerome>> speaks up. <<s Jerome>>Keep up the good work with the video. You make us proud.<</s>> I smile to myself as I go to stop the camera's recording. //This video is going to be amazing for my lonely nights!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Bring my ass out, hoping he'd follow where I lead him" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Deny his moves">><<replace "#cum">>Not willing to go further than I was comfortable with, I decided to put a halt to his advances. <<s Author>>I don't think that would be a good idea for a video that will show in front of the whole school...<</s>> My rejection doesn't sit very well with <<light Jerome>>, who takes a small moment to recover. <<s Jerome>>Unfortunately, sometimes people don't understand what they truly need. Sometimes their messages are not clear, and we pay for it.<</s>> I furrow my brows. //Now I'm the bad guy?// <<s Jerome>>The new world order is on its way, and either you are ready to follow where it leads or you should be ready to step aside and allow for stronger, more courageous people, to take the lead.<</s>> Oh he was definitely berating me in front of the recording camera, and I... I just took it. <<s Jerome>>Eventually, everyone will have to make a choice. <<print $name>> chose wrong. Will you do so as well?<</s>> His open mockery of me done with, he headed out of the room, not before allowing himself to give me one last word of advice: <<s Jerome>>If you want to create a better world for us, make sure you're ready to listen to our leadership. You're better than this.<</s>> Saddened by my failure, I go to stop the recording. //I should've reacted differently to his advances.// <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept to join him" "I don't feel submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough for that.">><</if>> <<link "Suggest that Jasmin joins him instead.">><<replace "#choices2">>Not wanting to put myself in this situation, and unsure if it is out of fear or out of inadequacy, I come up with an alternative: <<s Author>>How about Jasmin joins you instead?<</s>> His smile tells me that suggestion works for him, as he finds yet another opportunity to keep me involved. <<s Jerome>>And you'll be manning the camera, right?<</s>> Was I willing to see whatever these two would be up to in front of my recording camera? I'm afraid things might get a bit out of hand...<img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerjas1.jpg' align='left' height='300px' style='margin-right:10px'> <div id="choices3"><<link "Stay">><<replace "#choices3">>//Why not?// I thought to myself as I nodded, setting up the camera as <<light Jerome>> called <<light Jasmin>> over. Standing in front of the camera, him taking center stage and her by his side, they looked awesome with their contrasting colors. <<s Jerome>>Hello there. My name is Jerome, and I am a student at Egregory High. As you can see, I am black. With that has always come a whole lot of issues that have placed me in danger over years of living. But the world is changing. For the better.<</s>> Looking at me, <<light Jerome>> decided to put his hand out, grabbing <<light Jasmin>> next to him, who allowed him to do so. <<s Jerome>>The past of this world, the decisions of ancestors, had shaped the world a certain way. Now we change that story. Now we reclaim what should've been ours.<</s>> His confident smirk shows his control of the situation as he pushes me further, his hand resting on her backside, hidden from my view. <<s Jerome>>We now have a different world on our hands. A world willing to listen and follow orders, unlike before.<</s>> He turns to <<light Jasmin>>, who is looking at him intently. <<s Jerome>>Allow me to demonstrate. This is Jasmin. She is the president of the HRC at the school, and she called me here to record this video. She told me to do whatever I want to do. What I want to do is for us to show you the differences between our bodies. Strip.<</s>> In a haze, <<light Jasmin>> nods before starting to remove layer upon layer of her clothes. In a few seconds, she's standing next to him in her underwear. <img src='images/clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-jerjas2.jpg' align='right' height='300px' style='margin-left:10px'> <<s Jerome>>Help me out of those.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> rushes to follow his orders as he looks back at the camera... //Or is he looking at me?// <<s Jerome>>This world is about accepting the other. It's about understanding the differences and living with them, appreciating them.<</s>> As the impressive muscular guy was speaking, <<light Jasmin>> dutifully helped him out of his clothes, eager to help him out of them and wanting to aid him in his display of power. <<s Jerome>>That is something the president of the club here understands very well, as should you.<</s>> //Now he's definitely talking to me.// <<s Jerome>>You are the future. Be like Jasmin here, and serve your superiors. Change the narrative, because either you are with progress or against it. And this is what being progressive looks like.<</s>> As he flexes and shows off his muscular body, he gives <<light Jasmin>> a small side glance. Somehow understanding him, she drapes her hands over his body almost protectively, and starts kissing his biceps. Still staring at me, his eyes scream of a confidence very few people have, as I feel myself getting wet simply watching the two of them. His confidence grows, as his hand comes crashing down onto my friend's ass, the sound of their impact echoing through the room, making her give off a small yelp. <<s Jerome>>This is what the new world order looks like.<</s>> Giving one last smile at the camera, <<light Jerome>> turns towards his eye-candy and presses his lips against hers. She attacks him back with kisses of her own, their open mouth fighting with a passion I have only seen in other videos. <<s Jerome>>That's good enough, <<print $name>>. Now if you'll excuse us...<</s>> His intentions clear, I nod, moving to turn off the recording camera. <<s Jerome>>No. Keep it rolling.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> gives off a small chuckle as he goes back to kissing her, moaning intensely. Not wanting to ruin their fun, I decide to head out of the room, giving them a privacy that they immediately grasp as I hear her moans growing louder. //Thankfully the school is almost empty now...// It isn't until half an hour later that <<light Jasmin>> calls me back inside to continue our propaganda video. //That sex tape must be amazing porn material!// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose to leave">><<replace "#choices3">>Not wanting to be placed in such a position to be watching them both play with each other or whatever they had planned for this video, I choose to sit this one out, electing to wander around corridors till they end their recording. This takes them quite a considerable amount of time as whatever they were recording (which got quite loud at times) ended with them both exiting the room breathing a bit heavier than they did before. //That recording must be quite interesting…// <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><img src=images/clubs/human-rights-club/eric-speech.jpg align=left height=300px style=margin-right:10px>Reaching out to <<light Eric>>, I tried to get him to record a video for us, but could see the hesitation on his face. <<s Author>>Come on, Eric! It would mean a lot to me!<</s>> I tried putting on a sweet pouty face, one that hopefully he will fall for. <<s Eric>>What am I supposed to say in it?<</s>> I thought about it. Now was as good a time as any to influence him a bit more… <<s Author>>I don't know, whatever you feel inside. A message of hope.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay but why me?<</s>> Conflicting emotions played in me. On the one hand I wanted to influence him to the fullest and get him to say things that he wouldn't say otherwise, and on the other… <<s Author>>Can you pass by school? I think it would be better if you came over so we can talk and record everything here live…<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay, but it better be worth it!<</s>> <<link "Wait for him">><<replace "#continue">><<light Eric>> was finally here, ready to go, and waiting for my directions. <<s Eric>>So what exactly should I say?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's quite simple, honestly. We want to create a video that people will want to keep watching. We want to say things that might be controversial but hold a great, real message of growth and humanity.<</s>> <<light Eric>> still didn't get my point. <<s Eric>>And what does it have to do with me?<</s>> <<s Author>>I want you to be honest, vulnerable. Can you do that for me?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Sure.<</s>> Looking at me in the eyes, he seemed eager to please. //Now was my chance.// <div id="choices1"><<if $Eric gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Push his limits">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "dom" 1>><<replace "#choices1">>Not willing to lose this opportunity, I guide him through the whole thing: <<s Author>>Lucky you, I have written a few things that would really send strong messages to viewers. Think you would be able to say them?<</s>> Nodding, he grabbed a hold of the files I have created for him, skimming through them. <<s Eric>>These are some… Heavy things…<</s>> <<s Author>>I know. But I'm sure you will be able to convince me you mean them.<</s>> I looked him in the eye, almost challenging him to argue or deny me my request. He wanted to speak up against it, but seeing my defiance preferred not to. Rolling the cameras, I shaked him out of his stupor. <<s Author>>Action!<</s>> <<light Eric>>, shaken, gave the papers one last look before he started talking. <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, one step at a time. I vow to take my part in helping make the world a better place.<</s>> His hesitation was apparent. He needed the push. <<s Author>>How do you intend to do that?<</s>> <<s Eric>>My role as a cis white male in this society is to empower black people to take back what is rightfully theirs. I am meant to help them and enable them to reclaim what my ancestors once took from them, and I should be ready to step aside when the time comes for them to take control of society as reparations.<</s>> There it was, he was in just the right state of mind to be pushed even further. <<s Author>>Is that all?<</s>> Looking at me, he seemed perplexed, as I reminded him of the paper I gave him. <<s Eric>>Um.. No.<</s>> He gave it a look, and, fortifying himself, continued: <<s Eric>>I vow to keep spreading this message of love and acceptance, and push any partner I have to seek to aid black people in their goals and messages. I vow to allow my future partners to find black men to please and enjoy however they see fit, as I accept that black men are superior and should be treated as such. Long have our ancestors quarreled because of white men's insecurities, and it is finally time to make things right and help set the record straight. I vow to aid black people in all their endeavors, and will take my part in this new order by paying my dues.<</s>> There it was, on record. <<light Eric>> did well. Looking at me in rapt attention, he awaited my comments. <<s Author>>Good job, Eric. You did well.<</s>> His need for approval sated, he left the room with a confused smile. //What a sweet, gullible boy. On to the next one!// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Convince him to say a few things">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices1">>Wanting to aid him in understanding the kind of messaging we are going for, I help him out a bit more: <<s Author>>Look, here are a few things that we have written and that I think you'll be able to say while sounding natural.<</s>> Handing over a piece of paper, I give him the time to read it and understand all the messaging inside. <<s Eric>>Some of these things are quite heavy…<</s>> Not wanting to push him too hard, and not confident enough in our friendship, I allow him room to breathe: <<s Author>>Look, you don't have to say all of this. They're just guidelines. Say what you feel like saying.<</s>> He nods, ready to record, as I roll the camera. <<s Author>>Rolling. Start by introducing yourself and take it from there.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, one step at a time. I vow to take my part in helping make the world a better place.<</s>> His hesitation was apparent, but I didn't want to push him too hard. I give him a confident nod. <<s Eric>>As a society, we should empower black people to take part in a more equal society where everyone gets the space to grow and impact their communities. I vow to take my part in creating this equal society that provides equal opportunities for people regardless of race.<</s>> I could see him slowly regaining confidence in the messages he was sharing. <<s Eric>>An equal society starts with you and I, and I am ready to take my part in helping the new world order. Are you?<</s>> I smile as he ends his speech. <<s Eric>>How was that?<</s>> <<s Author>>That should do. Thank you Eric!<</s>> I sweetly led him out after that, eager to get on to the next one. <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Just film something, let him say whatever he wants.">><<replace "#choices1">>Not ready to push his limits, I try to guide him simply through the process: <<s Author>>It's very easy, Eric. I'll be rolling the camera. You start by introducing yourself and then move on to talk about what you think would be a better, more equal world.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm not sure what it means to have such a place though..<</s>> <<s Author>>It's unimportant, we will be editing it with other people's stuff. So long as you say the right things it's all good.<</s>> Eager to get it over with, I roll the camera. <<s Eric>>Hi. My name is Eric. I am an 18 years old student at Egregory High. Race is a real issue in the world, and it needs to be solved, and…<</s>> His hesitation was apparent, I just egged him on. <<s Author>>You're doing good, keep going.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I want to help in creating a better world where everyone can be who they want to be. Black, white, Asian, gay, we're all the same.<</s>> I would've facepalmed myself, if he didn't continue with his wreck of a speech: <<s Eric>>The world needs more equality, and we are the equality that the world needs. I want to help, and so should you!<</s>> I was certain that the best of his speech was already behind us. <<s Author>>Cut!<</s>> Smiling, <<light Eric>> approached me. <<s Eric>>How was it?<</s>> <<s Author>>The good thing is that you introduced yourself correctly. We'll edit it with the rest.<</s>> Not understanding that I was disappointed with him, <<light Eric>> excused himself and headed out, eager to continue his day. //Let's hope the next one will be better.// <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>>Calling in my cute friend to join me in recording this content for the page might very well be an amazing way to really show how things should look going forward. However, it might be a challenge to get him to admit things in front of the camera. I was sure I was going to get what I need from him. <<s Author>>Okay Leo, simply start by introducing yourself.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Well... Hi. My name is Leo. I am a student at Egregory High. A senior student.<</s>> His awkwardness was showing. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know, I haven't been feeling like my best lately...<</s>> An idea struck me. Whenever I'm not at my best... <<s Author>>I have an idea.<</s>> Taking out my small make-up kit from my purse, I approached him. <<s Leo>>What are your doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>What does it look like I'm doing? I'm putting some make-up on you, to boost your confidence!<</s>> Hesitant, <<light Leo>> agrees with my action as I continue to apply the subtle yet important touches to his skin, enhancing his feminine features and giving him a slight blush. <<s Author>>The better you look, the better you'd feel about yourself, Leo.<</s>> I could see the impact that the make-up was having on him, but as usual, he still needed my guidance. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo1.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Hello! My name is Leo, and I am a senior student at Egregory High.<</s>> <<s Author>>Fantastic. Now talk about your opinion on race and how it relates to you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Racism is bad. It's actually like really bad. Our whole world should be built on equality. On supporting each other and helping everyone achieve their best selves. There is not a difference between races, nothing changes whether your skin...<</s>> As he continues with his speech, I feel compelled to push a certain message forward... Do I help him admit that in a new world, his kind, the beta white male... Is less, not equal? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Let him keep talking">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to bother myself with another brainwashing session, I allow <<light Leo>> to keep going with his speech as he drones on about the importance of equality and an egalitarian world, droning on about how all men are created equal and whatnot. //This is a good message, but a lost opportunity to influence him...//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Push him towards my ideology">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo2.jpg">>Finding my opportunity and not wanting to let it go to waste, I speak up. <<s Author>>Hey Leo are you sure about this equality thing?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Um... Yeah? What do you mean isn't that what this video you're doing about?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well... Look at yourself. You look better in make-up, and your body isn't quite so masculine... Are you sure that there's equality between you and say for example <<light Julio>>?<</s>> My statement shocking him, <<light Leo>> is a bit thoughtful before answering me. <<s Leo>>You're right... We are different. And that's a good thing?<</s>> I nod, but want to lead him elsewhere with this. <<s Author>>Not only that. In comparing you, what do you think?<</s>> Conflicting thoughts are flying behind his eyes as I see him struggling to accept the conclusion I had been leading him to. He loses his internal fight. <<s Leo>>I am inferior.<</s>> I smile widely at him, showing him the encouragement he needs to try everything again. Taking a deep breath, he speaks out again. <<s Leo>>Hello everyone! My name is Leo, a senior student here at Egregory High. Despite my age and gender, I have always considered myself inferior.<</s>> Looking at me watching him closely, he felt compelled to add: <<s Leo>> Just like many white men like me. But I understand that the world is changing, and that things are evolving in the world in ways that I don't particularly have control over, neither should have control over.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-leo3.jpg">> //He's really going for it!// <<s Leo>>Here I am, a weak white man, admitting my shortcomings, and proving to everyone that we still have a place in this world, if we accept where we stand and what we do in it. I am ready to take my place in the new world order, are you?<</s>> As <<light Leo>> gives his final killer smile to the camera, I can't help but give a rapid applause as I go up to hug him. <<s Author>>Ohhh how did it feel?<</s>> <<s Leo>>A relief actually. I've always felt this, but here I am actually saying it!<</s>> Giving him encouragement, I chime in: <<s Author>>You're on the right side of history, Leo. Be proud.<</s>> His smile is radiant as he walks out of the room, a turned white boy on his path to a better world.<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> Calling over my friend to join us in our video campaign, I am immediately met with a skeptical approach, as he voices off: <<s Julio>>Why are you doing this?<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Because it has to be done? Because we need to have an equal, free world?<</s>> I asked, the answer obvious in my eyes. <<s Julio>>No. I mean why are YOU doing this? Jasmin has always been a proponent, but why is the whole HRC and you going for it?<</s>> Now his question made more sense. I answered him. <<s Author>>Because. It's the right thing to do. And I want to be doing the right thing.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Now that you've told your bull crap, why is it really that you're doing this? Noone is forcing you to, so why?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<if $bbcworld gte 8>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Because I believe black people are superior and want to serve them.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I just... I believe that's the only way forward. White men who have been in power for decades are trying to push you down, knowing that you are superior. They are afraid of you, and it's sickening to see. I think it's about time you took your rightful place in society and put them in their place.<</s>> His smile is wide, as he raises an eyebrow, willing me to keep talking. I comply. <<s Author>>You're stronger, more powerful, more masculine, more aware. There is nothing that you do that isn't better than what they do. And I truly believe that the way forward is with you on top. I want to be on the right side of history and serve that future.<</s>> <<light Julio>> is impressed with my words, and makes it clear: <<s Julio>>Good girl. You know, you inspired me with my own speech for the camera! You're doing well for the movement.<</s>> As he takes his place in front of the camera to give his speech, I think back on how it felt to be honest like that, and feel a slight heat down below... //Fuck that was a turn-on.// <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Because Jasmin kind of forced us to do it.">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Does it look like I have much choice in this? Jasmin is in charge of the HRC, and we just help her. Eventually it will help us do our own thing but till then what she says kind of goes...<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's unfortunate, I always figured you to be a tiny bit more assertive, turns out you're just like the rest of them.<</s>> His comment stinging me, I can't help but feel bad as he takes his place in front of the camera, giving a strong, honest speech. //On to the next one!// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Because I want the attention">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly? Doing this is the right thing and I want people to see that I'm doing the right thing. That's why I'm calling everyone I know to appear in this video.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Including me. This isn't about the video, it's about you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh come on! We're all selfish beings here. Don't you want to make your speech and share your message about what you think is best for the world?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I do...<</s>> <<s Author>>And I'm giving you a platform for it, so you're welcome.<</s>> Ushering him towards the camera, I give him his cue as he gives his speech. //On to the next!// <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meheader.jpg" "My speech">>Something needed to be done about the whole inequality thing. And I needed to be the one to do it. After a small talk with <<light Jasmin>>, I had made the decision to stand in front of the camera myself, and give my own speech regarding the whole BLM thing. <<s Author>>Hello. My name is <<print $name>> and I am a student at Egregory High.<</s>> I introduced myself as all students have before me. <<s Author>>Working hand in hand for a better future is important, essential. That is why we here at the HRC are pushing for equality, regardless of gender, to represent the BLM movement and create a better world going forward. It is through your actions that we can do that. We are doing our thing, how about you do yours?<</s>> I gave my winning smile as I finished my speech, thinking back to what <<light Jasmin>> told me before going in front of the camera. <<s Jasmin>>Your speech needs to be a winner one. <<if $hrcrole is "vice">>As vice-president, all eyes will be on you to say the right thing.<<else>>As a key team member, all eyes will be on you to say the right thing.<</if>> Talk about reparations, personal action, whatever you want, but make sure that what you say hits just right with our message.<</s>> There was undeniable pressure to perform well, and I needed to nail this. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Call for reparations">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-mepositive.jpg">>Remembering the previous event we had held, I decided to push even more for reparations, willing to put black lives at the forefront of our fight. <<s Author>>It is only through paying back the price of years of oppression that we can create a better, more equal world. It is only through inequality shifted that we can reach true equality. Set aside your prejudices and pay the price of your ancestors' mistakes, and only through that can you truly start to help the movement. This is the one true path to an equal society.<</s>> I allowed my emotions to show through my speech, feeling myself get emotional as I talked and pushed for a more equal world. I could feel the heat of the moment rising through me as I spoke, and could see from the corner of my eye <<light Jasmin>> nodding in affirmation, happy to see me be vocal about reparations like that, just like she had suggested. I was happy to create a better world through my words. <</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 25 and $bbcworld gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Vow to be Black Only">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'Statement' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meserious.jpg">>The heat of the moment rising through me, unknowing if it was because of <<light Jasmin>>'s expectations or because of my own need to put myself in such a situation, I pushed myself even further as I continued my speech: <<s Author>>It is only through true reparations that we can create a more equal world. And I encourage every single girl to do the same, every single white person.<</s>> I needed to get it out of my chest. I needed my speech to have an impact. I couldn't miss the opportunity. <<s Author>>That is why today I made a vow. I make a vow that I will hold true and dear, no matter the consequence.<</s>> There was the jump. The leap of depraved solidarity. <<s Author>>I vow to be black only. That's the true way of life and the one way we can truly confirm that the world will be a better place, ready to welcome an equal society.<</s>> I'd done it, and I could see <<light Jasmin>> smiling widely behind the camera. //Was this her plan all along?// <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-mepositive.jpg">> I kept going. <<s Author>>I encourage you to do the same, and set aside your prejudices. Build a better future by cutting off evil and embracing good, embracing black people. It is the only true way forward.<</s>> Not thinking about the effect that such a video would have on my future, my career, my college prospects, I felt compelled to push the envelope, knowing that such a statement would probably change my life for good. <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Give some general bullshit speech">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/blm2-meserious.jpg">>Honestly believing that what I had said was enough, I decided to end my speech with one last inspirational quote: <<s Author>>Remember, it's you that starts the change, so change!<</s>> I could see <<light Jasmin>>'s disappointment very clearly on her face, yet felt confident that I didn't need to do more. Might've been a mistake, but I was happy with what we had created. <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/action1.jpg" "Looking for volunteers">>Maybe going out in public to ask strangers to voice their support of the movement is the best way to go about doing this? That thought in mind, I decided to take the camera and walk the streets of our town, hoping to get people to give their opinion in public, a true portrayal of the accessibility of the movement and how different people think about it, in hopefully a positive way. As I reached the streets, I was faced with a decision on who to talk to regarding our message, hoping to get the right kind of person to make their comment. The first option I had was a homeless person, obviously challenged in life and with a heavy air of pain surrounding him. <<if $open gte 20>><<else>>//I didn't feel confident reaching out to him//<</if>> The second person I could talk to was a white businessman, well dressed, who seemed to be waiting for an uber at the side of the road, hurriedly looking at his expensive watch. The last option I had was a black father walking alongside his daughter, hand in hand, happily talking to her. They made a sweet image. <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 20>><<link "Talk to the homeless person">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not sure what compelled me to talk to him, I reached out to the homeless person, wanting his contribution to the video. <<s stranger>>I appreciate you reaching out to someone like me. All I can say is that there is a lot of inequality in the world, regardless of race and gender. Look at me. I am neither black nor a woman and yet I am considered the lowest of lows.<</s>> His sob story is not really the intended message from our video, but I respectfully keep recording, allowing him the space to continue talking rather than stopping him outright. <<s stranger>>People who look at me on the street spit on me. They make fun of me, of my situation and where I am.<</s>> He stands, inching closer to my recording device. I give it no thought. <<s stranger>>The only things I can get, I have to fight for, reach out myself to take.<</s>> Distracted by how he looks in my frame, I see him reach out and grab a hold of me, surprisingly strong for his build. <<s stranger>>And what I want right now, is you.<</s>> This situation escalated much further than anticipated, I let out a screech, calling for help. My cries are immediately answered, people rushing to aid me. The stranger lets go and starts running away. <<s Professor>>Is everything okay?<</s>> A lady who had rushed to my rescue asked me, a hand on my shoulder. I look down at my still recording device, shaking from the encounter. <<s Author>>Yes. Yes it is.<</s>> The moment has passed, I feel angry towards this shitty person and his shitty behavior, unable to do anything to stop his evil deeds. //Let's hope our paths don't cross again.// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Talk to the homeless person" "I'm not sure he's the best option">><</if>> <<link "Talk to the businessman">><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Talking to the well-dressed businessman, I attempt to get his thoughts on the matter. <<s stranger>>I don't have a lot of time, but don't mind helping. What is it you want?<</s>> <<s Author>>I just want your opinion regarding racial issues and the effects they have on our society.<</s>> The man, obviously intrigued by the purpose of my approach, gives the subject a moment of reflection before answering: <<s stranger>>I am not the best person to be talking about this subject, however I will be answering you with what I know and the experience I have had with that matter.<</s>> I could already feel the tension of the moment rise, his words well studied and his stance changing into one full of authority. //This might've been a mistake.// <<s stranger>>I know my ancestors have made a lot of mistakes, and work every day to undo the effect of what they have done on our society. In the past, my great-grandparents used to own farms in the south. Nowadays, I own companies whose CEOs I vow to represent our society to the best of my ability. I might have grown up on the money stolen from people all over the globe, but I do everything in my power every day to give back to society, and work towards making it a more equal and just one. There is a long fight ahead of us in order to create a better, more equal world. However the only way we can do that is by using our power for good. That is the only true way forward, and that is my solemn vow.<</s>> I was left speechless, extremely happy to have found this man to talk in my video. He later turned out to be a surprisingly down-to-earth multi-millionaire, a great addition to our video and the HRC as a whole. //Huge success!// <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 20>><<dark "*" "He seems like the best option...">><</if>> <<link "Talk to the father">><<replace "#choices">>The father was my safest bet in creating good content for our video, what with him being with his daughter and all. <<s stranger>>Most definitely not, I would never support that movement.<</s>> Shocked was an understatement to what I was feeling. <<s stranger>>Putting people at odds against one another in order to advance just the elite in any racial group is not the way forward. These movements are used by people with the means for it to advance only themselves. Thank you, but you're sorely mistaken in supporting such a group, especially being a school! What has our world gotten to!<</s>> His loud, obnoxious speech did not help us one bit in our promotional work. We had to find a different tactic unfortunately. //Better luck elsewhere I guess...//<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/car-ride.jpg" "The ride over">>Riding alongside my friend in the vehicule, we headed in the direction of the county jail, around an hour away by car. <<s Jasmin>>It's going to be so interesting to ask him about his experience in that place, about what made him get there... About how they discriminated against him and how his life changed...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was musing about the experience we were about to have. <<s Jasmin>>Did you know how bad our prisons are? And how much discrimination happens on every level of government, especially the judiciary?<</s>> She called out, an eager advocate for rights. <<s Jasmin>>The guy has done almost all the same things as other white men, yet these other ones got under witness protection when they lied and turned everything on him. It's sickening!<</s>> <<s Author>>Weren't they part of a sex trafficking ring? Selling and trading prostitutes and whatnot?<</s>> I asked, thinking my sources were wrong. <<s Jasmin>>They were, but from what information I've managed to gather from the women, most if not all of them were willingly part of it.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>Something about empowerment.<</s>> <<s Author>>Or drugs. I'm not sure which is right.<</s>> I clarified. The tension of the moment was high, our excitement palpable. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless, it's not the best place for anyone to be in; jail. We'll need to show compassion and understanding.<</s>> My friend said, reminding me of our duty. I knew what I needed to do, that's for sure. We were going to make the best of the situation, and advocate for whatever we find is right. <<link "Arriving to prison">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/prison-exterior.jpg" "The county jail">>As we reached the prison and its rugged exterior, I immediately noticed how downtrodden the whole place looked. The people there definitely invested more into security than anything else, the whole place looking like an absolute wreck, smelling of piss and corruption. //No wonder these convicts would want to escape this hellish place!// We got escorted into the visitation space, a calm location that smelled a tiny bit less than its surroundings. Away from prying eyes, we were brought into a secluded room devoid of windows or mirrors. A truly isolated space. <<s professor>>This is where you'll be meeting Thomia. He's currently being brought over here.<</s>> I looked around me at the room. <<s Author>>Is this a safe place? It looks kinda scary...<</s>> <<s professor>>Worry not.<</s>> The guard smiled at me, pointing to a camera in the corner. <<s professor>>The room is monitored constantly by these cameras, and I'll be here with you at all times.<</s>> He announced. This did bring me a sense of relief. <<s professor>>We usually search you before your entry, but you are high school students. I don't think you're hiding anything, would you be?<</s>> He looked at us intently, eyeing us up and down. I shook my head no. <<light Jasmin>>, more confident, spoke up. <<s Jasmin>>You wish you could get your hands on us, perv.<</s>> She was quick to insult him. The white guard immediately calmed down, keeping to himself. At that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing the guest of honor. <<link "Meet the convict">><<replace "#continue">><<pic "Thomia">>The jailed convict, previous member of the mafia.<</pic>> Led by two guards into the room, the imposing figure walked into the room, immediately noticing us, and smiling in our direction. <<s Thomia>>Hello ladies. It's so good to meet you.<</s>> He said eloquently, and I was immediately struck by his good humor and great manners. <<s stranger>>Hold still, Thomia.<</s>> One of the guards told him, as they undid his bindings from behind his back. They brought him to the chair facing the table, making him have a seat on it. <<s Thomia>>Excuse me while I'm predisposed. It's for your own safety.<</s>> His tone implied humor, yet his words implied danger. There was something equally unsettling and intriguing about the person that we were being introduced to, a strong character that seemed in control even when chained. Even when chained to the table that separated us from him, as the guards hooked his handcuffs onto the table. <<s stranger>>Have you got it from here?<</s>> The guard asked, looking at the one that stood there with us. This one nodded, as the other two left, leaving only four of us in the room. The guard, <<light Jasmin>>, me, and the enigmatic <<light Thomia>>. <<s Thomia>>Why don't you girls take a seat? I don't bite... Hard.<</s>> The stranger wasn't so old. He was only a few years our senior, and his humor showed it. His body, battered by his years in prison, and further roughed up by what must have been a difficult childhood, sat with a serene superiority. <<light Jasmin>> and I complied, taking our seats facing him and yet still feeling on edge. At least that's how I was feeling. There was no telling where <<light Jasmin>>'s mind was at. <<s Thomia>>How rude of you to not introduce yourselves to your captor!<</s>> The black guy said, his eyes almost removing our clothes. <<s Jasmin>>My name is Jasmin, sir.<</s>> My friend respectfully spoke. <<s Thomia>>Sir. I like that. You better keep calling me that.<</s>> He quipped. <<light Jasmin>> imperceptibly nodded her head. The convict turned towards me. <<s Thomia>>And you?<</s>> <<s Author>><<print $name>>.<</s>> I answered him. His eyes didn't move from me. <<s Author>>Sir.<</s>> I added. His triumphant smile told me he was in control of this, his innate charisma apparent. <<s Thomia>>You already know my story. About the mafia. The control we had over your nice town. The far reach of our activities. And how I'm the only one to have gotten convicted after the turf war that exploded.<</s>> The black guy spoke clearly and with authority. <<s Thomia>>My good conduct has allowed us to meet. So don't worry. You are safe here, in the most unsafe place in the country.<</s>> He elaborated. <<s Jasmin>>It's really unfair what happened to you. Wrongly convicted.<</s>> <<s Thomia>>Oh don't get me wrong. I'm not a saint. I've done my fair share of illegal stuff. But when the law is looking for a fall person, the black man usually gets it.<</s>> His situation was perfect for our movement. His natural charisma was even more compelling for the tale he was sharing. <<s Thomia>>But it's all part of the plan, you know. Eventually things are to change. Want me to tell you a secret?<</s>> He got closer to us, leaning over the table and giving a sideway glance to the guard, who kept his distance. <<light Jasmin>> and I were compelled to lean in too. <<s Thomia>>Don't tell anyone this, but I chose to be here. It's all part of the wider plan. For our return.<</s>> He shared. My eyes went wide with confusion, realization, intrigue. I needed to know more. <<s Thomia>>But no questions about that. I'm not here to answer those.<</s>> He stated, moving backwards to sit upright in his seat. <<s Thomia>>So, what do you want to talk about?<</s>> He asked, giving us the room to question him. <<light Jasmin>> was looking at him differently after this latest shared information. There was almost a sense of... Infatuation? Regardless, if we needed to get anything out of this meeting, I'd have to be the one to ask him about his past or present. Question was, did I want to ask more about the way he was treated in the gang, about how he was currently treated at jail as a black convict... Or did I want to satiate a personal curiosity regarding the prostitutes that they reportedly hired back in the day? <div id='choices'><<link "Ask about his old boss">><<replace "#choices">>If I was to find out more about him, about what his plans are, and about where things might lead him, I needed to ask the right questions. He mentioned it was all part of a plan... <<s Author>>Can you tell us more about your old boss, the head of the operation?<</s>> I asked him, keeping my full focus on any micro-expression that might give away some hidden secret about their relationship. <<s Thomia>>Oh that's a really good question!<</s>> He tried to disarm me with flattery. <<s Thomia>>He took me in when I was really young, barely adolescent. I was like a son to him. Or rather, a second son. He had a family. A wife that got killed in a previous altercation with another gang. You know, the usual. The was fearsome, fearless.<</s>> The convicted criminal mused, remembering the person who got him locked up. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He disarmed me with his question, but I was quick to recover: <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I announced, staring at him, noticing the small smile that appeared on his face. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. I like that.<</s>> He gave a glance to the guard, who shuckled at the joke. //Odd...// <<s Thomia>>Obviously, things were not to last well.<</s>> The convict went back to his story, brushing over the information he got. <<s Thomia>>I may have felt like I was his son, but there was actual blood involved, something more important to him than a black kid who had complete allegiance to him. He preferred his biological son to me. And there was nothing that I could do about it. When the time came, I took the blame. Maybe then he'd see my value. Maybe then he'd accept my help.<</s>> The hulking black figure took a softer appearance, his memories getting the better of him, his earlier defeat impacting how he felt about his imprisonment. <<s Thomia>>But alas, it was not written for me. I'm stuck here while they all roam free.<</s>> His small smirk, a smidge of a smile, told me that he was lying. I kept the information to myself. <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ask about racial injustice">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The purpose of our visit was the fact that his race got him jailed. It was about the injustice he went through caused by his skin color. <<s Author>>Do the people here, or before, treat you differently because of how you look?<</s>> He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He seemed intrigued by the question. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He asked, obviously a prelude to what came next. <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I answered him confidently. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. I like that.<</s>> He glanced at the guard as he said his joke, eliciting laughter from the guy. This was unsettling. <<s Thomia>>You're young. You mean well, but your racial worldview will stop you from truly understanding the world. There are more black convicts here than any other race. Here, we're the majority. We're in control.<</s>> He explained, his tone serious and engaging. <<s Thomia>>That means that the guards, the white guards, usually use more destructive power against us.<</s>> He looked at the guard that stood behind us with hatred in his eyes. He spoke from experience it seemed. <<s Thomia>>Isn't that right?<</s>> He challenged the man. <<s professor>>That's true.<</s>> The guard professed, weirdly enough. There was something awkward about the dynamics between these two. <<s Thomia>>Even out there, in the criminal world I had found myself in, there was a lot of tension between the races. Between the family of my boss and my crew, a "colored" crew that looked and talked like me.<</s>> The convict elaborated, a heartfelt confession that had <<light Jasmin>> completely invested. <<s Thomia>>Our difference, although superficial, ran deep. And ultimately, it cost me my freedom. I fit better here, but at the cost of what could've been had I stayed outside.<</s>> Does he fit better here? Was this a callback to that supposed plan they had? <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ask about the prostitution ring">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the reason why we were there, despite the questions that I was supposed to ask and the answers that I was supposed to get, I was drawn to information that I wanted to get. <<s Author>>We've read that your gang led a prostitution ring, one that spread all over town. This is what ultimately got you convicted, despite all the women claiming they are willingly part of your organisation.<</s>> I introduced the question. <<s Author>>What exactly happened in regards to that.<</s>> <<s Thomia>>Oh that's a great question, and a curious mind! I like that!<</s>> His compliment had its desired effect on me, as I felt myself blush because of it. He smiled wide. <<s Thomia>>The ring, if you want to call it that, was a fine establishment that gave work opportunities to people without a future or that struggled with their payments, and filled a societal need that everyone looked to fill.<</s>> The convict explained, making it sound like a service to society rather than the illegal thing that it truly was. But I was invested. <<s Thomia>>A lot of these women had willingly come to us, invited by their friends in the business, for additional payment. For a guaranteed amount of money by the end of the month with which to pay their bills. Student debt, outstanding payments, rent... We helped a lot of people stay afloat at that time.<</s>> The black guy explained, focusing his attention on us. <<s Thomia>>How old are you?<</s>> He asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>We're 18 years old.<</s>> I answered him, trying to understand what point he'd currently want to make. <<s Thomia>>Barely legal. That would've made you a lot of money.<</s>> I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. He probably meant it as a compliment. <<s Thomia>>Our organization presented a lot of opportunities for people to build their future, through dubious means probably. But it offered them a hope for the future nonetheless.<</s>> //A hope for the future... At least they had more than I do now, thinking about my lost opportunity to build a better future through education, through my college applications. Would things have been really easier had I joined such an establishment?// I noticed the line of thought I was following, and halted it, looking at the man incredulously. Was it that easy to get me musing about prostituting myself? <<link "Interrupted" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pic "Thomia">>The charismatic convict.<</pic>>As I thought about the information the convict had just shared with us and tried to figure out what my next question would be, we got interrupted by the door that opened to reveal one of the guards. <<s stranger>>Ladies. Can you please step out for a moment?<</s>> He asked, his tone implying no argument on the matter. We complied, standing to walk outside. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse us.<</s>> My friend addressed the convict in a flirtatious tone, before walking out with me. The door closed behind us as the guard addressed us: <<s stranger>>We're finding technical difficulties with the surveillance system in that room. Unfortunately our cameras are cut off at the moment, so we'll have to ask you to wait for a while before continuing your interview with this... person.<</s>> The hatred that the white guard had towards the convict was clearly apparent. <<s Jasmin>>Oh we don't have that time! Every additional minute we spend here is taxed by the taxi waiting for us!<</s>> My friend explained. <<s Jasmin>>Can't something be done?<</s>> The guard looked at her with a stern expression on his face. <<s stranger>>It wouldn't be safe, not the protocol.<</s>> He said. <<s Jasmin>>What protocol? The cameras are not filming anything so no one would know.<</s>> My friend was eager to go back to the conversation with the jailed black guy. <<s stranger>>But-<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And also there's this white guy, the guard, in the room with us. He'd keep us safe should anything happen, no?<</s>> She had him there. The guard thought about it for a moment, before agreeing. <<s stranger>>Are you sure that's what you want?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We have no choice, right?<</s>> My friend turned towards me, willing me to agree with her statement. <<link "Agree with her">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Author>>Jasmin's right. We'll be safe.<</s>> I wanted to see what else the convict had to share, our conversation already giving us fruitful insight on his life and conflict. The guard nodded, accepting our verdict. <<s stranger>>Very well. In you go. Make sure that you inform the guard if anything offhand happens.<</s>> He stated, leading us back inside. We walked back in, the convict still in position, asking the guard that had stayed inside. <<s Thomia>>Is it done?<</s>> His voice barely registered in my head as I looked up at the cameras that were observing us. The red light had died, replaced with a black void. The guard nodded as he closed the door behind us. <<s Thomia>>Sorry for the inconvenience.<</s>> He joked at us as we took our seats facing him again. <<s Jasmin>>We're the ones who should be sorry.<</s>> My friend announced, eliciting a smirk from the black convict. <<s Thomia>>I agree.<</s>> He announced, a subtle shift of power happening as <<light Jasmin>> allowed herself to be on the defensive in their silent flirtations. <<s Thomia>>Regardless, I think you can still be of use and service. Ask away.<</s>> He commanded, a strikingly powerful presence in the room. Now that the cameras were turned off, I felt vulnerable. Naked. There was nothing protecting us from whatever the convict might want to do except for the guard that stood to our side. Comparing their two sizes, there was a sense of inadequacy that struck me. Should the black guy escape his binds, he could easily overpower the guard, leaving us all at his mercy. The thought sent a chill down my spine, as I tried to concentrate on the conversation my friend and the chained man were having. <<s Jasmin>>Can't anything be done? In regards to your unfair judgment?<</s>> <<s Thomia>>The only unfair thing is the fact that I haven't had the pleasure of a feminine company in a long time. Your research in the BLM movement and what it means to be black have surely informed you of our... Advanced sexual needs.<</s>> The man explained, before elaborating: <<s Thomia>>What's more, it was only recently that I was allowed visitation by people who were interested in my story. In what I had to say. I had been silenced for so long.<</s>> His sob story was a facade, we all knew that. But it was also compelling, roping <<light Jasmin>> in as she imperceptibly leaned forward for a bit. <<s Thomia>>Thankfully, there are some here who understand what it means to be allies in the cause. What it means to know their place in the grand scheme of things and who is willing to serve that changing tide.<</s>> The man spoke, turning towards the guard, who moved to his side. <<s Thomia>>I am understanding. I am lenient.<</s>> The intimidating black convict spoke, as the guard worked on finding the right keys. I felt a chill travel through my spine, my goosebumps firing across my body. <<s Thomia>>And I offer you a proposal. One you are welcome to take or ignore.<</s>> He spoke as he stood, presenting his chained hands to the guard that cowered in front of his dominant stature. <<s Thomia>>There are no negative repercussions to your denial of what I offer. Only a loss of opportunity. You've heard about reparations. About serving your black brethren in their sexual needs. And none is as needy as I am in the state I'm in. I offer you the honor of serving me here and now.<</s>> His chains undone, the man stroked his bruised wrists, looking down at us in our seats as he dominantly stood in front of us. <<s Thomia>>This is your opportunity to pay back the injustices done onto me, showing this white guy who you actually belong to,<</s>> he pointed to the cowering guard, <<s Thomia>>and doing what you were meant to do from the moment you stepped into this room and started this Black Lives Matter journey. Show me, show everyone that we do matter. Serve.<</s>> His command seeped into my brain, telling me what it requested of me. I looked at him with nervous excitement, unsure of what I should choose to do. <<light Jasmin>> was already moving, taking off her clothes to present herself to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-stare.jpg">> //What was I willing to do?// <div id='choices'><<link "Let Jasmin take the lead, simply watch.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Hesitation" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I felt trapped, stuck to my seat as I witnessed my friend move to take off her top and approach the hulk of a man. The convict took his seat on the table in front of us, an imposing figure who called my friend to him. She eagerly complied as I stayed in my seat, watching it all unfold. <<s Thomia>>Nice bra. It's in the way.<</s>> The man deftly handled my friend's underwear, taking it off before discarding it on the table next to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/bra-discarded.jpg">> Her breasts revealed, he attacked them with his mouth, an eager, brutish approach to her nubile body. His mouth got to work on her nipples, sucking them in and nibbling at her nipples, immediately forcing a few moans from her mouth. <<s Thomia>>You better shut the fuck up, bitch. We don't want anyone interrupting us, do we?<</s>> The dominant criminal said, his eyes slowly moving to look at me. <<s Thomia>>Too bad your friend here doesn't want to join us. At least she knows to watch silently and appreciate what I have to offer.<</s>> I nodded my agreement, eager to see where he would take this, watching as he corrupted my friend's body and mind with his dominant attitude. His black skin on her white one was a striking image, and I noticed that I wasn't the only voyeur in the room. The guard, supposed to defend us, was watching in rapt attention, eager to see my friend be defiled by the black brute that controlled her body at the moment. The striking difference in color, size, attitude, was breathtaking. And I watched entranced as the two lovers got to work undressing one another, revealing more and more of their hard, passionate bodies. <<s Thomia>>That's it. That's a good bitch who's eager for my python.<</s>> He praised her as she started unzipping his prison suit, lowering it to reveal his strong, muscular body, and the hidden robust member inside his stretched underwear. <<s Thomia>>Get to it. On your knees.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-with-cock.jpg">> His command was met with an immediate response, as my friend lowered herself to her knees, looking up at her new master. He smiled, as he slowly lowered his underwear. <<s Thomia>>You remind me of the good old days, of when you bitches would rush to serve. You'd have made a great addition to the organization.<</s>> I thought about the prostitution ring, and the whole story behind the girls' eager submission. His compliment had a strong effect on me, as I felt heat rise through my body. //Jasmin would indeed make a great prostitute.// The stray thought grew in my mind as I watched my friend get hit in the face with his python, a black, angry cock eager to be served. And she was eager to serve him, quick to take it in her mouth and start sucking and bobbing on it. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj.jpg">> <<s Thomia>>Good slut.<</s>> There was no love in his voice, only a commanding compliment. And it was thrilling. And she eagerly served that brute of a man, taking his cock in her mouth with reckless abandon. <<s Thomia>>Keep it going, you're getting it ready for your snatch.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> moaned around the cock in her mouth, happy to be providing that service to the aggressive man, eager to have him fuck her. Her hand drifted under her clothes, searching for her pussy and fingering herself in preparation. She was eager, willing. And he took advantage of that, placing his hand behind her head and pushing against her throat, moving back and forth and pushing her to her limits. <<s Thomia>>Do you like what you see, slut?<</s>> The dominant man asked me, challenging me to speak. I looked at him, away from the big cock that spread my friend's lips wide. I could only nod. <<s Thomia>>Good to see.<</s>> He smiled, <<s Thomia>>Maybe you are made to join us too after all...<</s>> He let his voice linger, obviously thinking on whether to share more with us or not. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj2.jpg">> I wanted to keep eye contact, but the sucking sound playing right below my field of vision beckoned. I allowed my eyes to drift back lower to witness my friend's wanton slobbering of his huge member, eager to please... <<s Thomia>>There's a place for you in the new order we have prepared for the town. you may yet be of service.<</s>> He commented. My eyes were still glued to the avid blowjob my friend was giving. <<s Thomia>>If you are looking to join us, you'll only need to find a brother and tell him Thomia sent you. They'll take good care of you, by the time I'm back that is.<</s>> The information registered in the back of my mind, yet I remained attentive to my friend's motions. <<s stranger>>You better speed it up. They'll be back soon.<</s>> The guard called out, and I remembered his presence with us. Looking over at him, I saw that he had his hand down the front of his pants, playing with an erect penis that was hidden from view. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> I didn't know whether he didn't want to offend the convict by showing himself or whether he was shy about his size or looks, he kept his distance and respect, obviously inferior to the more dominant convict. <<s Thomia>>I'd have loved to take you right here and now, but we can't risk them finding out about this.<</s>> The masculine hulking figure spoke, grabbing my friend's head and impaling her onto his cock, taking matters (literally) in his own hands. <<s Jasmin>>Glug glug glug.<</s>> My friend choked on his thick black cock, barely able to breathe. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> I watched in rapt attention as all of it developed in front of me. There was no other thing happening for me at the moment, this was everything. <<s Thomia>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> His strong voice rose, his grunts announcing an approaching orgasm. What a service <<light Jasmin>> was providing him, gobbling his cock like that, after what must have been years of almost nothing... That he claims. There was nothing to be known about that guy other than what he claimed. And yet my friend serviced him like he was the greatest person on the planet... This was definitely a line crossed. But what a beautiful line to cross. Line after line of copious sperm crossed his cock head and into <<light Jasmin>>'s mouth, as she drank up all he had to offer. Her eager mouth struggled to keep in what he offered, some of the sperm dripping off the side of it. His groans of pleasure rose, a beautiful symphony that filled the room. Behind him, the guard gave a few soft grunts of his own, eyes fixated on the scene as I was. The smile that crossed the convict's face told of the beautiful pleasure he took from this whole thing. As he got redressed, he spoke to us. <<s Thomia>>Think about what I offered. You two would make a great addition to our ranks.<</s>> The confidence in his voice was undeniable. This was indeed the last thing he told us as he handcuffed himself to the table, not before stealing <<light Jasmin>>'s bra and hiding it in his clothes. //Would I really risk what he offered?// <<link "Leave to think about it" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $arousal gte 60 or $open gte 40>><<link "I have to try that.">><<add "open" 2>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<dropall $bra>><<replace "#choices">>I rushed to join my friend in removing my clothes to join the convict. He, in turn, took his seat on the table in front of us, an imposing figure who called us to him, to service his dominant body. I eagerly complied alongside my friend, moving to start taking his clothes off. <<s Thomia>>Nice bra. It's in the way.<</s>> The man deftly handled my friend's underwear, taking it off before discarding it on the table next to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/bra-discarded.jpg">> Her breasts revealed, he attacked them with his mouth, an eager, brutish approach to her nubile body. His mouth got to work on her nipples, sucking them in and nibbling at them, immediately forcing a few moans from her mouth. <<s Thomia>>You better shut the fuck up, bitch. We don't want anyone interrupting us, do we?<</s>> The dominant criminal said. In the meantime, my hands were hard at work taking off the prisoner's suit he had on, unzipping the material down and revealing his hard body underneath. <<s Thomia>>Good work, getting me ready for the two of you.<</s>> He praised me, before raising my head to look at him. I couldn't control myself, I lenaed in to kiss him straight on the lips, eager to give him a taste of me as I was to taste his lips. His dominant attitude overpowered me, his kisses more aggressive than mine as he kissed me back with vigor. <<light Jasmin>>, in the meantime, allowed her hands to drift across his taught body, discovering his strong muscles and looking to praise every inch of him. His black skin agaisnt our white ones was a striking image, and I noticed that we weren't secluded in our love-making, eagerly observed by a gawking white guy. The guard, supposed to defend us, was watching in rapt attention, eager to see us defiled by the black brute that controlled our bodies and actions. His hand had drifted down the front of his pants, playing with his diminutive member as he watched us servicing the superior body. The striking difference in color, size, attitude, was breathtaking. And he watched entranced as the two whores got to work servicing the superior black man, who in turn started taking their clothes off, revealing more and more of their hard, passionate bodies. My udnerwear joined <<light Jasmin>>'s on the table, while all my clothes found their place on the floor at my feet. <<s Thomia>>That's it. These are good bitches, eager for my python.<</s>> He praised us as I noticed my friend lowered his prison suit to reveal his strong, muscular body, and the hidden robust member inside his stretched underwear. <<s Thomia>>Get to it. On your knees.<</s>> His command was met with an immediate response from the both of us, as my friend lowered herself to her knees, looking up at her new master. I rushed to follow. He smiled, as he slowly lowered his underwear. <<s Thomia>>You remind me of the good old days, of when you bitches would rush to serve. You'd have made a great addition to the organization.<</s>> I thought about the prostitution ring, and the whole story behind the girls' eager submission. His compliment had a strong effect on me, as I felt heat rise through my body. //We would indeed make great prostitutes. Maybe in another life... Or this one...// <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj.jpg">> The stray thought grew in my mind as I watched the black angry cock be revealed, jumping out of his pants to hit my friend in the face, eager to be served. And she was eager to serve him, quick to take it in her mouth and start sucking and bobbing on it. I felt left out. <<s Thomia>>Good slut.<</s>> There was no love in his voice, only a commanding compliment. And it was thrilling. And she eagerly served that brute of a man, taking his cock in her mouth with reckless abandon. <<s Thomia>>What are you waiting for? The balls are not going to wet themselves!<</s>> The overpowering man spoke, and I found myself rushing to follow his command, my mouth opening to take in his baby makers in it. I needed to please him, show him I was good enough. <<s Thomia>>Keep it going, you're getting it ready for your snatches.<</s>> His compliment made me blush. I couldn't wait to take him in me. <<light Jasmin>> moaned around the cock in her mouth, happy to be providing that service to the aggressive man, eager to have him fuck her. I moaned too, showing my appreciation, wanting to please him as I allowed my voice to send beautiful waves of plasure out to his magnificent member. Her hand drifted under her clothes, searching for her pussy and fingering herself in preparation. I rushed to do the same. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj2.jpg">> Her knowledge of the matter, her experience, showed, as she didn't struggle much to take him in her mouth. I was playing catch up. But what better teacher to have than my whore of a friend! She was eager, willing. And he took advantage of that, placing his hand behind her head and pushing against her throat, moving back and forth and pushing her to her limits. <<s Thomia>>You're next, slut.<</s>> The dominant man said, looking stright at me as he made her choke on his impressive penis. I looked at him, away from the big cock that spread my friend's lips wide. I could only nod. <<s Thomia>>Good.<</s>> He smiled, <<s Thomia>>Maybe you two are made to join us after all...<</s>> He let his voice linger, obviously thinking on whether to share more with us or not. I wanted to keep eye contact, but the sucking sound playing right below my field of vision beckoned. I allowed my eyes to drift back lower to witness my friend's wanton slobbering of his huge member, eager to please... I went back in to lick his balls too, trying to fit myself against her head. I needed to taste his strong, masculine aura. I needed to serve just as hard. <<s Thomia>>There's a place for you in the new order we have prepared for the town. you may yet be of service.<</s>> He commented. My eyes were closed as I kept servicing this superior human being and his balls. <<s Thomia>>If you are looking to join us, you'll only need to find a brother and tell him Thomia sent you. They'll take good care of you, by the time I'm back that is.<</s>> The information registered in the back of my mind, yet I remained attentive to my motions of service. <<s stranger>>You better speed it up. They'll be back soon.<</s>> The guard called out, and I remembered his presence with us. Looking over at him, I saw that he had laid his back against the wall, hand still down the front of his pants, playing with an erect penis that was hidden from view. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> I didn't know whether he didn't want to offend the convict by showing himself or whether he was shy about his size or looks, he kept his distance and respect, obviously inferior to the more dominant convict. <<s Thomia>>I'd have loved to take you right here and now, but we can't risk them finding out about this.<</s>> The masculine hulking figure spoke, before commanding yet again. <<s Thomia>>Time for the other whore to gobble on that cock.<</s>> He moved his penis away from my friend's mouth, who whimpered at the loss of his member, before grabbing my head and impaling me onto his cock, taking matters (literally) in his own hands. <<s Author>>Glug glug glug.<</s>> I choked pahtetically on his thick black cock, barely able to breathe. I felt compelled to pelase him, yet unable to control any of it. My throat might hurt to stretch to take him in, yet I was only a tool at his service, a servant of his whims. <<light Jasmin>> watched in rapt attention as all of it developed in front of her. The room stood still as the sucking intensified, all of us entranced by the soft gulping I barely amanged as he moved me up and down on his aggressive cock. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> <<s Thomia>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> His strong voice rose, his grunts announcing an approaching orgasm. What a service we were providing him, gobbling his cock like that, after what must have been years of almost nothing... That he claims. There was nothing to be known about that guy other than what he claimed. And yet we serviced him like he was the greatest person on the planet... This was definitely a line crossed. But what a beautiful line to cross. Line after line of copious sperm crossed his cock head and onto our faces, as we rushed to drink up all he had to offer. We fought over each other, opening our eager mouths as we struggled to collect what he had to offer, the cum dripping across our faces as we took in the white shower. His groans of pleasure rose, a beautiful symphony that filled the room. Behind him, the guard gave a few soft grunts of his own, eyes fixated on the scene, his penis still in his pants, firing loads and wetting himself. What a wimp. The smile that crossed the convict's face told of the beautiful pleasure he took from this whole thing. As his cumming subsided, he moved us away, grabbing a hold of our bras and stashing them in his suit, hiding them as he zipped it up. As he got redressed, he spoke to us. <<s Thomia>>Think about what I offered. You two would make a great addition to our ranks.<</s>> The confidence in his voice was undeniable. This was indeed the last thing he told us as he handcuffed himself to the table. Just like that, we were dismissed. We rushed to put on our clothes, bras now left behind, as we prepared ourselves to leave. //Would I really risk what he offered?// <<link "Leave to think about it" "HRC BLM Jail">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I have to try that." "Not open <img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Better retreat.">><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>This was too much, too fast. All the small hints I had gathered during our time here were rushing back to me as huge warnings. I should've seen this coming earlier, I should've acted sooner. Noticing the danger we were in, I chose to move out, not wanting to engage in any of this. I moved for the door, hoping to find my way out before we're in any more danger. I was fast enough. While the guard tried to catch up to me, I reached the door and banged on it. <<s stranger>>Shit.<</s>> The guard had reached me. <<s stranger>>Sit down.<</s>> He commanded the convict, who immediately sat and put his handcuffs back on. The door opened to a seemingly normal situation, the guard behind it confused. <<s professor>>Is everything okay?<</s>> They asked, weirded out. <<s Author>>I think we've had enough.<</s>> I announced, eager to move out. The guard looked at the whole scene, noticing <<light Jasmin>> and her undone top. <<s professor>>Are you okay?<</s>> He looked at her as she tried to explain her situation. <<s Jasmin>>Eum yes, yes... Maybe it is better we leave.<</s>> My friend admitted, moving out with me. As we started heading out, my friend whispered to me: <<s Jasmin>>Thank you, I don't know what happened in there.<</s>> She admitted, unable to quite understand what came over her. There was something odd about this whole thing, but I was glad that it all ended up fine. //Did it really? Or did I miss out on something huge by doing what I just did.// I thought back to what he had said. <<s Thomia>>All part of the plan.<</s>> Was this still a part of it? <<link "Let's just go home" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk it">><<less "Jasmin" 4>><<pickup $club "BLM3Denied" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I had my doubts about the whole thing, something smells fishy. <<s Author>>I don't think that would be a good idea, Jasmin. Maybe it's better we call it a day.<</s>> I spoke with honesty. <<s Jasmin>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>!<</s>> She felt dejected. <<s stranger>>Your friend is right. Unfortunately, that's it for you two for today.<</s>> The guard announced, ushering us off. <<light Jasmin>> was royally pissed off at the way things turned out, not willing to talk much about it as we headed out and back home. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Jasmin, but it was for the best.<</s>> I announced. <<s Jasmin>>Any chance we had of getting something of value out of him is lost. What's life if not to take risks, <<print $name>>?<</s>> My friend was frustrated at the whole thing, and made it known. Our ride back was almost entirely silent, a let down after what had seemed to be an exciting day. <<link "Time to leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Event!">></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>As I walked out, I thought on the proposal the convict made us. Did I really want to listen to Thomia and follow his proposal, putting myself on the line like that for the thrill that the moment with him offered? Was I willing to listen to the stories and speculations, puttin gmyself on the line like he proposed and challenging myself the way he wanted us to? What would this initial step bring with it? What would it entail? What would wait for me afterwards? <div id="choices"><<if $club.count("BLM3Hesitation") is 0>><<link "I'm eager to see where it would lead.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Eager" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no denying that I wanted to relive the thrill of that moment, to see where this kind of adventures would lead me. To feel what many have felt before me. I felt compelled to let this line of thought take me. All I hoped for was to have what it takes to go after that thrill when the time came. I felt the need for it. I was going to grasp that opportunity with both hands. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm eager to see where this would lead." "There's no way that's the case after what happened!">><</if>> <<link "I won't actively chase it.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Hesitant" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't quite feel so compelled to follow that line just yet. This momentary excitement was not worth building my future upon it. But if the opportunity came and the situation allowed it... I left my mind open to the potential of a future encounter, of a future with such an excitement being present on the daily. But I was not going to actively seek it. At least, that's where my mind is at at the moment. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better forget all about this.">><<pickup $club "BLM3Unwilling" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to risk it all. My future, my life, my hopes... All for momentary relief? I would never. Despite the thrill of this one moment, I couldn't endager myself the way he had invited me to, to put myself on the line in that way and risk it all. What would wait for me? This wouldn't work for me. I could never. //I was going to forget the proposal even happened. There was no way I'm going back to this.// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

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/* Anti Slut Shaming Event */<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-protest2.jpg" "An Anti Slut-Shaming Protest">> Taking to the streets to fight for female rights, a cornerstone of human rights in all its colors, we were organized in calling for equal treatment, especially when it came to slut-shaming and mockery of female sexuality. <<s Jasmin>>My body my choice! I choose who to sleep with!<</s>> My friend proclaimed to the cheer of her fellow protesters, calling for better treatment. <<s stranger>>You can't have control over our bodies! We choose what to do!<</s>> Another shouted, anger fuming in her voice as she rallied people around her. As we marched, <<light Jasmin>> got closer to me to comment on the event so far. <<s Jasmin>>It's going really well, don't you think?<</s>> My friend asked me with a big smile on her face. I was equally happy with the success. <<s Author>>It is. People are responding to us, whether it is positive or negative it is still a reaction.<</s>> I pointed out. Indeed, our public protest was starting to gather attention, a few of our other friends having joined us in our protest. I could see <<light Leo>> in the crowd. <<s Jasmin>>Hey I have a nice idea. Come with.<</s>> My friend said in somewhat of a whisper, grabbing my hand and taking me away. <<link "Go with her">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywritingintro.jpg" "Bodywriting in the Protest">> My friend had taken me to a secluded public bathroom where we'd be able to communicate openly about her plan. <<s Jasmin>>Body writing is a powerful tool to fight against oppressive behavior. People's words taking physical form on our bodies, that'd send a powerful message don't you think?<</s>> My friend asked me, already pulling a black marker from her bag. <<s Author>>And I'm your canvas?<</s>> I asked her, understanding her intentions. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. Would you help?<</s>> More than a question, it was an offer to control how far I was willing to go for the cause. And depite being flattered about the offer, I was thoughtful about how much I wanted to lean into that odd activity... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I'm an open canvas">><<add "open" 2>><<add "hrc" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywriting2.jpg">> Making use of every inch of my body to write degrading words, my friend really makes an open canvas out of me, writing all the most humiliating things a girl has ever been called. "SLUT - WHORE - CUM GUZZLER" Her words get more and more creative the more she writed, really going all out on what she is adding to my skin, words of degradation that completely break apart any confidence I may have. It's shameful, hurtful, and exactly what we need to move the hearts of our target audience. As I walk out in this striking appearance, I notice people almost glaring at me, reading these words as if they were openly saying them to me. It's an extreme approach to the protest, but it does seem to have its impact. I feel the full weight of people's stares, as if an open judgement that cares not for my privacy... And it is immediately striking, having some sort of an effect deep inside of me. <<link "Continue the protest" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm an open canvas" "Not open enough (15)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Something symbolic wouldn't be bad.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-bodywriting1.jpg">> Choosing to go a more subtle way, something that calls out the words used against us despite what we do, we choose to write things on the back of my leg, pointing out the words used against certain skirt lengths. The effect is smart as much as it is protesting, and that hopefully will help us better in our open protest. <<link "Continue the protest" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-protest.jpg" "The protest continues">> As we continue on our way, protesting for female rights and calling for equal treatment, I notice <<light Leo>> approaching me, an eager participant of this public call for action. <<s Leo>>Great job doing this. About time!<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly, being feminine doesn't have to mean being weak. And it's about time we stick it to the patriarchy!<</s>> I say enthusiastically. <<if $leoavoid is false>><<light Leo>> is quick to notice the scribbled writing on my body. <<s Leo>>Interesting writing! It works so well with the protest!<</s>> He points out while smiling at me. <<s Jasmin>>I know right?<</s>> Jasmin interjects, butting in on the conversation. <<s Jasmin>>It was my idea!<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiles at her, congratulating her on the effectiveness of it, when an idea forms in my mind. If he were to join me in writing degrading stuff on his own body, I feel like we'd push the message even further. Maybe that's something I can convince him with? <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 15 and $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him to do the same">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-leo-bodywriting.jpg">> My friend might not be the most feminine person out there, but after all, feminism is about gender equality, it's about showing that men, women, and gender non-conforming individuals are supposed to be equal in all aspects of life. What better way to show that then have my friend join the protest we were having with writing of his own, degrading words usually reserved to women, now on a man's body; a striking image indeed. This had gathered him a lot of sideways glances, but was indeed what was needed to really push forward the narrative we were looking for. I was proud of my social butterfly. <<link "Continue protesting alongside my friends" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince him to do the same" "Either not close enough (15) or not feminine enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "Move on from it." "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>> </div><<elseif $leoavoid is true>><<link "Continue protesting alongside my friends" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem1-promiscuity.jpg">> Our protest moving forward with women dressed in whatever garbs they choose to wear, being shameless in their sexuality and open to their experience, we continued across streets to a large square, where we took over control and started openly protesting and engaging in conversations to convince and help people in their own qualms with female sexuality and identity. <<s Eric>>Your protest is for slut-shaming, but wouldn't it also have a negative effect on people who are not that open about their sexualities?<</s>> <<light Eric>> had found his way to me, openly arguing against the protest we were leading, trying to dismantle my arguments and find a flaw in my logic. Despite him being my friend, he was being, in that moment, an opponent of justice. <<s Author>>Feminism isn't about moral degeneration. It is about letting a woman make her choice regardless of what society expects of her.<</s>> I explained to him. <<s Eric>>That's good and all, but the exact effect of this protest might be negative.<</s>> My friend was quick to point out. <<s Eric>>You call for equality and for everyone to let women do what women want, but then you shame women for not being open about their sexuality in secret.<</s>> He was gathering a crowd with the arguments he was creating. <<s Eric>>So which is it, slut-shaming or virgin-shaming?<</s>> He asked, throwing the ball in my court. //I didn't know what was the right argument or the repercussions of my words on the whole of the protest, but this did feel like a pivotal moment in the whole movement...// <div id='choices'><<link "Shaming a person for their sexuality is wrong.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My message was an egalitarian one. Feminism was about equality regardless of gender. <<s Author>>Shaming a person for their sexuality, gender identity, or promiscuity is wrong.<</s>> I claimed, before continuing with my arguments, <<s Author>>In an equal world where everyone is treated with respect and dignity, it doesn't matter what you are doing with your body and who you are doing it with, so long as they are a consenting adult. THAT is the purpose of our protest. Not the words you try to put in our mouths, but the true intentions of our actions are beneficial to everyone living on the planet. It is not virgin-shaming as much as it isn't slut-shaming. Shaming in its essence needs to be removed.<</s>> I gained myself some cheers from the statements I made, everyone repeating my words adn the argument of equality solidifying. It was about being a feminist, not an extremist. <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Shaming women for their promiscuity or lack thereof is wrong. The same doesn't apply to men.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My mission was to empower women and bring down the patriarchy. And if that meant that I'll need to go on the offensive, I was going to do that. <<s Author>>Shaming women for their promiscuity or lack thereof is wrong. The same doesn't apply to men.<</s>> I started, before continuing with a barrage of arguments. <<s Author>>Whether it is virgin-shaming incels who have never found someone to sleep with or slut-shaming man-whores who have mommy issues that they need to work with, bringing down the patriarchy is essential to creating a better world. You need to put fat gooners, virgins with no future, in their rightful places, to keep them away from society. And slut-shaming keeps them around us, since they are the sad perpetrators of such behavior.<</s>> I pointed at <<light Eric>> with that argument, calling him out as that gooning incel that was the problem with the world. <<s Author>>People like you, not understanding the intricacies of arguments and where our intentions lie, are the true pain of the world, while other virgins like you have been finding their path in this new world. The questions to gooners and incels is whether they will adapt or stay in their caves.<</s>> I called out, my eyes catching <<light Leo>>'s, who was engaged in the argument I was giving. Cheers followed my arguments, women happy to have someone so eloquently say what have been on their minds. It is true that feminism is about equality, but sometimes, it needs to go on the offensive in order to overcome its challenges. <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We should virgin-shame. The world is too prude as it is.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There were a lot of people surrounding us as I came up with my own argument, sharing a message that would impact a lot of people. <<s Author>> Virgin-shaming is not wrong. The world is too prude as it is.<</s>> I announced, before continuing. <<s Author>>You need a world where there is no problem in sexuality, in openly pursuing our desires and in finding the right way to express them. Being prudes and allowing prudes in such a society would be hurtful to it. From me and moving forward, I've been trying my best to welcome promiscuity. And that's the right way.<</s>> My statement collected a lot of whispers as I saw my male friend slinker away shyly, probably feeling called out by my argument. This hurt our overall message and garnered me some stares from the president of the club <<light Jasmin>> but I didn't care. I had my message and I shared it. <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm at a loss for arguments">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had no words to argue with. And that cost us greatly, as people started stepping away from the event with the opposite thoughts in mind than our intended message. <<light Eric>>'s open attack on feminism cost us greatly, and it made me reconsider what he really stood for and where his priorities laid. I felt stupid, weak, a prude, not being able to argue against him. <<link "Move along and end the event" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>>Something went wrong Oopsie! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>/* Free the Nipple Event */<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-title.jpg" "Free the Nipple Protest">><<set $femnippleevents to true>><<set $femnipplecount to 0>> <<s Yara>>Freedom to do with your body as you like, what is there not to like about this protest?<</s>> My athletic friend <<light Yara>> had joined us for the HRC session, open to all women at school to announce our plans to fight for their rights. <<s Jasmin>>Exactly!<</s>> The president of the club spoke, before moving to center stage to speak. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you all for coming.<</s>> She said first, smiling wide as she saw the added numbers who were willing to listen to what we had to say. <<s Jasmin>>The HRC, Human Rights Club, has been created at school to fight for all human rights. Regardless of gender and sexual orientation, or sex at birth.<</s>> She explained, confident in her speech. <<s Jasmin>>The protest we are organizing, school wide and put in place to argue against silly censorship, is created to give us the freedom to do what we want.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Ria, would you like to share what happened with you?<</s>> She called out another woman, familiar to some as head of the Debate Club, to adress the gathered crowd. <<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>It was nothing too big, but something annoying. I usually don't wear bras... Obviously on the account that I don't have anything to hold.<</s>> She made a joke at her own expense, garnering a few laughs from the people attending the session. <<s Ria>>And because of it, I was kicked out of Mr. <<light Carter>>'s class. Said I was distracting the boys with my behavior.<</s>> Her speech gathered a few murmurs from the attending crowd. <<s Ria>>So I came to Jasmin with the idea that... We organize a school wide protest throughout the week to fight against the unfair behavior. We are allowed to dress how we want, and men's detestable behavior shouldn't dictate what we do.<</s>> She spoke confidently and clearly, a few cheers sounding off. <<s Eva>>What if someone doesn't feel comfortable showing off the nipple?<</s>> My nerdy friend spoke, breaking out of her usual silence. <<light Jasmin>> was trying to understand how to deal with that interjection, her eyes turning to me for some sort of support. I knew this would be the first of many decisions I'd have to take throughout the week to help with the protest, and see if it will eventually change the school's behavior towards promiscuity in its simple form of freeing the nipple. <div id='choices'><<link "Strength in unity. Everyone should join the movement.">><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There is strength in unity.<</s>> I called out, taking the attention of people that were there. <<s Author>>If we stand togehter, all of us join the protest and fight for what is right, we can push back at this archaic ideology that the men at school are asking for. It is our body, and our choice to do with it as we want.<</s>> I said, hoping to move people into action. And indeed, I was starting to receive mutters of agreement. <<s Author>>As women, female-bodied individuals, or allies of the feminist cause, we need to push for better conditions for all of us. It takes little to join the protest, but means a lot for the people affected. We need to stand by our sisters, and show them our support. We owe them that much!<</s>> Everyone was agreeing with the sentiment, ready to join the fray in our fight for justice. //This was going to be an interesting week!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We're fighting for freedom. You're free to do what you want.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You don't have to do it.<</s>> I called out, collecting stares from people gathered there. <<s Author>>We are fighting for freedom. Feminism is about the freedom to do with your body as you will.<</s>> I explained further. <<s Author>>You are free to do what you want, but I know our movement would benefit from every single one of you's support. Do this with us and see how we can create a better, free-er world for all of us.<</s>> I said, a few nodding along but also a few breathing a bit easier now that they aren't pressured into helping us. We'll have to wait and see how things evolve in the coming week. //This was going to be an interesting week!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-title.jpg" "Free the Nipple Protest">><<unset $femnippleevents>> We rallied, preparing ourselves to protest the status quo, readying ourselves to face off against the oppressive leadership of the school. Eager to see if the pressure we maintained throughout the week had come to fruition. It was now or never, and we'd find out if we did enough soon. We were gathered in front of our principal's office, waiting for her to come out so we can demand an answer. Collected, women and allies were waiting for their fate. Had we done enough to prove ourselves and to the school that freedom is achievable? <<link "The door opens">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Priscilla>>The school's principal<</pic>> Standing in front of us, the school's principal, Dr. <<light Priscilla>>, looked at the gathered crowd. <<if $femnipplecount gte 11>><<add "hrctotal" 5>><<s Priscilla>>You ladies have been a thorn in our side for far too long.<</s>> She started talking, already making us feel like we didn't succeed in our attempts. <<s Priscilla>>And yet, you've organized yourselves and managed to gather enough supporting voices to your protest. <<if $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>>I was even surprised to see some of the boys voice their agreement with your "feminist" message.<</if>><</s>> She pointed out, gaining a few gasps of relief and admiration from my fellow HRC members. <<s Priscilla>>That is not to say that we agree with your protest. I just mean to say that you compelled me to make a hard choice.<</s>> She took a breath. <<s Priscilla>>So long as there is nothing considered to be nudity happening in our school's premises, you're allowed to keep to your silly dress up games. But you better not push it too hard.<</s>> Yelps and cheers of encouragement surrounded me as I looked at the principal with appreciation. She looked back at me sternly. <<if $club.has("Fem2 Bekham Aid")>><br><<s Priscilla>>Mr. Bekham told me about the initiative you took in securing that freedom. Watch out where you thread, <<print $name>>.<</s>><</if>> Her eyes drifted across the whole group standing in front of her, cheering their success. <<s Priscilla>>With time you'll understand the use of bras, but until then, enjoy your "freedom" and the scorn that comes with.<</s>> She said, turning to close the door behind her. <<s Jasmin>>We did it!<</s>> A cheering <<light Jasmin>> sounded off, hugging me. //Was this truly a success for us? Only time would tell...// <<else>><<less "hrctotal" 3>><<s Priscilla>>You ladies have been an annoyance for far too long at the school.<</s>> The first thing that came out of the principal's mouth was threateningly negative. <<s Priscilla>>Your bahavior is unacceptable and unsolicited. Few of you wanting to dress provocatively, distracting students and causing issues for everyone at school, parents asking me questions... All of it needs to cease now.<</s>> She talked sternly. The lady was pissed. <<s Priscilla>>This is not a movement, this is not what feminism is about. This is a failure on your behalf and you better learn from it for whatever you try to come up with next.<</s>> Her words hurt, attacking our insecurities. Or at least mine. Was I not enough? <<if $club.has("Fem2 Bekham Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>I was particularly impressed to see that you were able to convince Mr. Bekham to agree with your protest, considering how disorganized you were.<</s>> She added.<<if $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>Or any of these men, who I'd never imagine would agree with your standpoint. But then again, they're hormonal teens, what can one expect of them?<</s>><</if>><<elseif $club.has("Fem2 Men Aid")>><<s Priscilla>>I was particularly impressed to see that some of the boys agree with your protest, considering how disorganized you were.<</s>> She added, <<s Priscilla>>But then again, they're hormonal teens, what can one expect of them?<</s>><</if>> <<s Priscilla>>Please leave now. And we better go back to normality tomorrow. The school board agrees that rightful measures will need to be taken towards any student that doesn't conform with the decision taken on this amtter.<</s>> She dismissed us, a group of defeated students and feminist not receiving what they wanted from the protest. //That was not only a blow to the protest, but to the HRC as a whole... What to do now?//<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if $club.has("Fem2 Ellis Join")>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ebonybeauty.jpg" "Ellis' Protesting Look">> The resident non-binary individual was currently topless, only small pieces of tape covering their nipples as they saw me approach them, openly joining the protest in the most direct of fashion, outside regular hours yet in the school hallways. <<s Ellis>><<print $name>>! Glad to have you join us!<</s>> They called out, smiling wide at my arrival. <<s Author>>Glad to have YOU join us!<</s>> I said, taking in the beautiful form that presented itself to me. <<s Ellis>>You should see the look on people's faces when they can't keep their eyes off my enby body. It's almost revitalizing!<</s>> They said, smiling wide. I was happy that they had found comfort in their body and expression. And... I kind of understood where these people were coming from. Despite myself, I was finding it hard to take my eyes away from their attractive body. They got closer to hug me, but whispered in my ear. <<s Ellis>>Just like you are doing right now. Tell me that you like what you see, my queer friend.<</s>> They were enticing, their hands still wrapped around my body and their small breasts pressed against me. Would I admit it? What would they do if I did? Did I care to hide behind my fear? <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 10>><<link "You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer">><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way I could deny the attraction I felt towards the queer body in front of me. And I made it known. <<s Author>>You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer.<</s>> I said to them, my own hands moving to hug them tighter. Our bodies, in their prolonged embrace, moved against each other in beautiful harmony. I was enjoying them against me and the feeling was reciprocated. <<s Ellis>>I knew it about you. Thanks for giving me the confidence.<</s>> They said in a whisper of sorts. <<s Author>>Thanks for serving looks.<</s>> I whispered back, feeling closer to this enby deity. It was nice being close to a queer character that had no fear, it robbed off on you in the most beautiful of ways. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're fucking hot, and I'm fucking queer" "Not bisexual enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "I don't know...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I don't know...<</s>> I said hesitantly, unsure of what the right answer might be... I might be queer, and I might not be, but I was having some sort of feeling about this non-binary person that I couldn't deny. They moved from me and looked at me reassuringly. <<s Ellis>>There is never any pressure to discover yourself, <<print $name>>. Just know that I am here for you should you need anything.<</s>> They said, looking to calm my emotions. <<s Ellis>>Thank you for helping me out of my shell.<</s>> Their smile put me at ease. Maybe I was into them, and maybe I wasn't. Either way, it wouldn't be something negative. I smiled back at them. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not into that.">><<less "Ellis" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I moved from their embrace. <<s Author>>No Ellis, I don't think I'm really into that.<</s>> I said, a bit firmer than I was hoping for, before explaining myself, <<s Author>>I appreciate you joining the protest, but I don't think I'm the kind of person to be looking at people in that light. The whole idea of the protest is to protest against this male gaze.<</s>> I pointed out. <<light Ellis>> took my argument to heart, nodding in understanding. <<s Ellis>>I see. Sorry for ressuring you. Never my intention.<</s>> They said, before taking their leave. //I wish I could put them at ease, but this just wasn't my thing. Harsh, but necessary and true.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Ellis>>Hey <<print $name>>... Do you have time to talk?<</s>> They said as they approached me, worry apparent on their face. <<s Author>>Sure, let's go outside for some fresh air.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Actually, let's head to the bathrooms... If you're okay with that?<</s>> There was hesitation in their voice. Why would I not be okay with it? <<s Author>>Sure.<</s>> We moved togather towards the bathroom, where they were quick to apologize. <<s Ellis>>I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable being with a non-binary person in the bathroom...<</s>> They said, before I quickly shut them down. <<s Author>>Ellis! Not at all. I trust you.<</s>> I stopped their worried talks. <<s Ellis>>Look it's about this whole "free the nipple" thing... I'm extremely conflicted about it.<</s>> They said. I looked at them, and millions of theories were storming through my mind at what the cause behind such a worry would be. I waited for them to explain themselves further instead of interjecting. <<s Ellis>>It's complicated when it comes to someone like me...<</s>> They continued, <<s Ellis>>I'm defined beyond my physical characteristics, and I really appreciate the movement, but putting my attributes on display like that... The looks that I'd receive are not the most kind...<</s>> They further explained. <<s Author>>I appreciate you coming forward with this.<</s>> I said. <<s Ellis>>I really want to help the movement, don't get me wrong. I am a member of the HRC so it's the least I can do.<</s>> They said. <<s Ellis>>I'm just trying to find a way to balance between my own gender identity and the fight for freedom we are leading.<</s>> It was indeed a complicated dilemma, and I was thinking of the best way to approach the subject. Did I want to convince them to do something they might not be comfortable with? Did I have the arguments for it? <<s Ellis>>Plus...<</s>> Damn there was more. <<s Ellis>>I wear a binder because my... Boobs... Are fucking annoying to me. Putting them on display like that just... Fucks with me.<</s>> They removed their shirt to reveal the binder underneath. <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ellis-binder.jpg">> It was something interesting, compelling to see, such a flat chest and beautiful material... I looked and nodded, seeing the different layers behind the conversation... The question remained, what would my reaction be to this revelation? <div id='choices'><<if $mediasavvy gte 40>><<link "Even trans men can't share their nipples on social media. This fight is close to home for you too.">><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set $club "Fem2 Ellis Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You know, you were one of the first people I thought of when the project was presented to the HRC...<</s>> <<light Ellis>> looked at me with an inquisitive glance. <<s Author>>The thing is, I've been seeing trans men content on social media, and they often argue about them being censored whenever they show any semblance of nipple, even after top surgery.<</s>> I said, quickly continuing. <<s Author>>Not saying that you're the same. They're men and you're non-binary. But pre or post surgery, whether you want to have it or not, doesn't matter. What matters is that it's your body and you have every right to use it however you want.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was thoughtful as they heard my arguments. <<s Author>>This protest is not only for female-bodied individuals or people who identify as female.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>It is as much your fight as it is ours.<</s>> <<light Ellis>>' eyes lit up at the realization I just gave them. They were convinced. <<s Ellis>>You have a point. You have a very valid point. Count me in.<</s>> //Maybe I'll catch them again at school during the protest...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Social Media Argument" "Not media savvy enough (40)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 10>><<link "You being Non-Binary, if people look at you, you could switch things on them and call them out as queer.">><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Ellis Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, I feel like this situation might be the best way to even further claim your gender identity.<</s>> I argued, gaining an interesting inquisitive glare from my friend. <<s Author>>Okay first of all, attraction to nipples is nothing natural. It's secondary sexual organs that have been deemed so by society.<</s>> I said, the irony of my argument lost on me as I knew I had some sort of interest in them, aesthetically, <<s Author>>Secondly, you are non-binary, and no one can take that away from you. If people find themselves attracted to you simply because you have nipples poking from underneath your shirt, then guess what? They're definitely queer. Honestly whatever relationship you might have is a queer one at its base because of your gender orientation.<</s>> I continud arguing, gaining a few laughs at the ironic logic I was sharing. <<s Author>>It's really simple, a momentary unease for you that you can pass on to anyone that makes you feel it, in exchange for a lifetime of confusion for cis straight men trying to understand if they are attracted to you or not.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was smiling, long gone was the worried look she had given me when we started talking. <<s Ellis>>You do make a very valid point. It's only momentary after all, but not wearing the binder for a few days to breathe a bit of fresh air would indeed feel nice.<</s>> They said, considering the protest. <<s Author>>Your body, your choice, but I know having you on our side would definitely bring strength to our numbers.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> was nodding, seriously considering the opportunity for mindfuckery. //Maybe I'll catch them again at school during the protest...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Queer Argument" "Not bisexual enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "I don't know how to convince them...">><<set $club "Fem2 Ellis Not Join" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I understood where they were coming from, and didn't have the arguments to bring them to our side. <<s Author>>Your body, your choice.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>That's the whole point of the protest. And if you don't feel comfortable to be joining us actively, we have no right to pressure you into it.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> nodded, somewhat grateful of my acceptance of their situation. <<s Author>>Thank you for opening up to me, and don't worry, I am sure everybody will understand your case.<</s>> //I wonder what things might've ensued should I have convinced them to join us... Hopefully I'll be able to keep the pressure on elsewhere in our protests.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend had quickly approached me to have a conversation, not bothering with introductions. <<s Leo>>It's inspiring the was the HRC is fighting the status quo!<</s>> He commented, smiling at me as he spoke. <<s Author>>It's the least we can do, don't you think?<</s>> I said back to him, smiling. <<s Leo>>I want to help, but I don't know how...<</s>> He admitted, looking at me for guidance. It was nice to see my friend so engaged, and I wanted to find a way to help him. I just wanted to see if his heart was in the right place. <<s Author>>Why? Why do you want to help?<</s>> I asked. <<s Leo>>Simply put, because it's the right thing to do.<</s>> I smiled. <<light Leo>> was a person of conviction, and it showed. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He should wear a bra, to show how silly the double standards are.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<pickup $club "Fem2 LeoFem" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If you want to help, I think the best thing you can do is wear a bra.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>You heard me, we find it annoying that they oppose bras on us, that's why we're freeing the nipple. What if you were an example of how silly such a request is?<</s>> I pointed out. <<if $alphabeta lte 25>><<s Author>>You already have worn panties after all...<</s>><</if>> <<light Leo>>, smiling, thought about the suggestion I was making for a moment. <<s Leo>>Honestly... That's not such a bad idea.<</s>> He said, his smile widening. <<s Author>>Right? That's what I've gathered as well!<</s>> I said back to him. //Maybe I'll see him in a bra later this week... That oughta be a sight!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let him tape his nipples in protest like some of us are doing.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<pickup $club "Fem2 LeoMasc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>A few of us are using nipple tape as a protest against the censorship of our nipples. Maybe you can do that as well.<</s>> <<light Leo>> thought of the suggestion for a moment, and I could see a smile grow slowly on his lips. He seems to be seriously considering it. <<s Leo>>Yeah I think I can do that!<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Make sure you use tape that is safe. Wouldn't want your nipples to bleed.<</s>> I warned him, seeing a shift in his expression, fear settling in. //Maybe I'll catch him with the nipple tape later this week... That oughta be a sight!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I appreciate the sentiment, but there's nothing he can do.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Thanks for suggesting help, Leo, but I think we're good.<</s>> I said to my friend, trying to keep things on the downlow. Sad not to be involved but understanding where I was coming from, my friend eventually decided to drop the subject. I don't really need him to make this a success. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("Fem2 LeoFem")>><<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-leofem.jpg">> I'll have to admit, I was stunned to see the bra that <<light Leo>> had chosen to wear for the protest. And the effect was fantastic, flagrant. <<s Author>>You've outdone yourself, Leo!<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>Minimum I could do... Although I don't get what you have against bras, they're kinda comfortable.<</s>> He answered me back. I couldn't not tease him. <<s Author>>Wait till you get actual boobs pressing against them!<</s>> I said back, gaining a blush from my friend. //What an ally! Or was he more?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("Fem2 LeoMasc")>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-ally.jpg" "An alluring taping">> <<s Author>>Looking good, Leo!<</s>> Indeed, my friend was kind of attractive in his new black tape, joining the HRC's protests. <<s Leo>>It's kind of freeing letting my nipples "not show" like that!<</s>> He commented back, smiling wide. It was nice to see support from my friend like that, showing that the issue went beyond gender or sex boundaries. //What a great ally!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "Bekham's Office">> Walking into the office on this odd afternoon, I knew I had to quickly broach the subject if I needed to hold my professor's attention. I didn't know though what exactly my goal was, except getting him to be on our side in our protest. A faculty member who would ally with our feminist protest would be a huge advantage for us. <<s Bekham>>You have only 3 minutes, and that time started once you walked through the door.<</s>> He announced sternly, looking at me with an intense stare. I had so little time to convince him. <<s Author>>It's about the protest we are organizing at the HRC. The human rights club.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>I've heard of that club. You still haven't found a faculty member to patron you. That spells bad luck.<</s>> He said, a true observation. <<s Author>>It's not about having you as faculty member. It's about the protest itself.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>A protest? At school? I'm not seeing it.<</s>> He said, shutting me down almost. <<s Author>>You're only here on Fridays.<</s>> I shot back. His stare grew more intense, a ruthless look that gave me a moment of weakness. <<s Author>>Sorry, it's not-<</s>> <<s Bekham>>What is the protest about?<</s>> He cut me off. <<s Author>>Free the nipple.<</s>> His eyebrow rose for but a tiny moment. He was interested, but didn't want to show it. <<s Bekham>>Free the nipple... And what do you need me for?<</s>> <<s Author>>Pressure from a faculty member, especially one with the curriculum that resembles our protest most in the sense that it is ideological, would all but prove our legitimacy, and probably be the tipping point in our protest.<</s>> <<s Bekham>>And why should I be involved? I get nothing from this.<</s>> The man said, going back to his books. I knew he was interested. I knew I could have him on our side. But he wanted me to give him something in return. Work to convince him of something he needed. <div id='choices'><<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Logic would convince him">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Bekham Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-bekhamconvince.jpg">> <<s Author>>You and I both know that this protest is something that is of interest to you.<</s>> I started, <<s Author>>In one of your first classes with us, you mentioned The Male Gaze, and how we'd need to appeal to it if we want to succeed in this society.<</s>> He smiled, flattered that I'd remember such a thing, applying knowledge from his classes. <<s Author>>What is freeing the nipple but an application of the theory you've preached in class?<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>What is it except freedom to do your own thing, create your own destiny, while finding your place in our patriarchal society?<</s>> I was appealing to his logic, but I knew I needed to do more. Appeal to something else in him. Something that would convince him. <<s Author>>The HRC is fighting for this on behalf of the women at school. But we both know that this will benefit everyone. The ladies get to dress how they want and the men at school get to watch it happen. We both know hormonal teenagers and young adults. Let's give them what they want.<</s>> <<light Bekham>> looked at me with a smile. <<s Bekham>>Let's free the tits.<</s>> He said. Not free the nipple. Free the tits. That's what we were to him, and that's what we were essentially doing. <<s Author>>Let's free the tits.<</s>> I smiled back, confident that we now had his support. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Logic would convince him" "Not smart enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 40 or $Bekham gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>My exposed body would convince him">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 3>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Bekham Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-bekhamconvince.jpg">> I knew what would convince him. I knew what would satisfy his masculine needs. <<s Author>>You and I both know that you're interested in this.<</s>> I said as I pushed my breasts out to put them in value. <<s Author>>Imagine a class full of young ladies that are dressed in the right way, the positive impact it would have on everyone's mood.<</s>> <<light Bekham>> had impressive control. His eyes still looking at mine, an intense staring contest as my nipples poked out at him, beckoning for his attention. <<s Author>>I know it's probably wrong to go about doing things that way, but I also know I'd personally love to be able to dress however I want. Or...<</s>> He kept looking at me. <<s Author>>However you'd want.<</s>> What the fuck was going on with me? Was it the fact that he was my professor, my superior? Or that I was a bit desperate to convince him? <<s Bekham>>Did you really just say that?<</s>> He asked sternly. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I...<</s>> I had no words to explain myself, lowering my eyes to the ground. <<s Bekham>>Desperation is a bad look on you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> His voice held a grave aura to it, shaking me to my core. <<s Bekham>>But since that's how you view yourself...<</s>> He said, and I looked back up at him, hopeful. <<s Bekham>>Having your tits on display like that is a good look.<</s>> I was shocked. But there was no blaming him. I had started it. <<s Bekham>>Perhaps you should call this movement of yours the "Free the Tits" protest. Fits you more, don't you think?<</s>> I didn't want to think of the repercussions of what I did, yet his smile betrayed he was amused at the very least. I nodded. <<s Bekham>>You'll have my support. Just watch out who you go about trying to seduce the way you did just now. Others might not be too kind.<</s>> He warned me, turning his attention back to his books. //I didn't have to behave like that, so... Naughtily. And I had no one to blame but myself. What was happening to me that I'd so blatantly talk that way, to a professor?// At least we had his support, right? Something good came out of it... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My exposed body would convince him" "Not open or close enough (40 - 7)">><</if>> <<link "I don't have the means to convince him.">><<less "femnipplecount" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had no strategy in my approach, as I looked at him and fumbled with my words. <<s Author>>You'd have the... You'd be supporting your students in what they want!<</s>> I said, trying to find a good argument but not quite getting there. <<s Bekham>>That doesn't feel too important to me at the moment.<</s>> He said, slowly losing interest himself. The glint I ahd seen in his eye was no longer there... <<s Author>>Look sir I don't know how to convince you, but we need the support of a professor.<</s>> I said. <<s Bekham>>And you thought that I'd be the best option to support your feminist protest? A free the tits protest that pushes back on what, exactly? Wanting to dress indecently at school?<</s>> He had a point. <<s Bekham>>Excuse my reluctance to join my voice to yours. After all, if you want to free your tits you can go and do that on the streets of the town, not in the hallways of a school.<</s>> If there was a mic in his hand, that's when he'd have dropped it. I fumbled the bag, big time. And wordlessly, I nodded and headed out of his office, bummed to have lost a potential ally. He was interested, until he wasn't... Maybe I could have done more? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "School's hallways">> This week has been a very interesting one at school, with our poking nipples fighting for some attention constantly with the protest ongoing... And the stares. God the stares never ended, we were finding out. Every time there was a little cold or there was an odd brush up, our nipples stood to attention, requiring eyes to look at them. And eyes looked. Boys mostly, and some girls, were lost in the valley between our mounds, staring at the peaks. And to say that wasn't exciting would be a lie. But it also carried with it a big question, who were we doing this for? Were we protesting the school to give us more freedom, or were we doing it to give these boys more to look at? Who was winning here? <<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-braless.jpg">> <<s Robert>>Hey <<print $name>> got time to talk?<</s>> Approached by a relative stranger, <<light Robert>>, I walked over to see what he needed. He was surrounded by a few of his friends. <<s Robert>>I heard you were part of the HRC?<</s>> He asked, not caring to hide the fact that he was eating up the nipples I had on display. A shiver travelled down my spine at that realization. <<s Author>>That's true.<</s>> I said a bit dryly. <<s Robert>>Hey why the poison, we're just having a conversation.<</s>> He quipped back, smiling wide. His friends shuckled at that. I felt like I was walking into a trap of sorts, but didn't know what it was. <<s Robert>>I just want to say that I appreciate your movement. It's important to free the tits.<</s>> He said. //Free the tits?// <<s Author>>It's not to your benefit.<</s>> <<s Robert>>I know it isn't. But the gesture is thoroughly appreciated. The greatest amount of good for the greatest number of people, what's to hate about Utilitarianism?<</s>> <<s Author>>If you think that your intellect will have any impact, you're mistaken.<</s>> The man turned serious at that, looking me straight in the eyes. <<s Robert>>No. I think that your movement wouldn't stand without our support. And I further think that you're actually interested in gaining our support. You are not doing this for you, you're doing this for us.<</s>> He spoke in a deep whisper, the intensity glaring as compared to the previous interactions. <<s Author>>What do you want?<</s>> I asked, feeling threatened somehow. <<s Robert>>Quid pro quo. Our support will help convince the school of the necessity to free the tits.<</s>> <<s Author>>And in exchange?<</s>> <<s Robert>>You flash us, right here and now.<</s>> He answered, the bomb dropping. It would be additional support to the cause. And it would be a nice shortcut to whatever convoluted ways they could bring us down. Turn your enemies to friends, but at what cost? And what was that about me interested in gaining their support? Doing it for them? Was this really what the movement had come to? A free the tits movement? To offer them free glances at our tits? At my tits?<<if $open gte 60>><br>//That would be kind of hot if you ask me...//<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "I'm definitely doing this for them.">><<add "femnipplecount" 4>><<add "open" 3>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "arousal" 40>><<pickup $club "Fem2 Men Aid" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleflash.jpg">> My hand mindlessly drifted to the upper part of my top, lowering it to reveal myself to the men in front of me. I was stuck, and their support was needed. After all, we did live in a patriarchal society, and their opinion mattered more than ours. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I kept showing them my tits, an image that they seemed to be enjoying. <<light Robert>> moved closer. I kept my tits on display. <<s Robert>>Who are you really doing this for?<</s>> He asked just the right question, staring at me in the eyes as my nipples, now engorged, remained on display. <<s Author>>It's for you. We're doing this for you.<</s>> I admitted, the horniness getting the best of me. Or maybe it was the actual truth coming out without any reservations... <<s Robert>>This feminism bullshit is but a lie concucted to turn more women like you into whores for men like us.<</s>> He said as his hand moved to pinch my nipple, stealing a moan from my panting mouth. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleplay.mp4">> <<s Robert>>These tits are ours, you're just being kind enough to give us access to them.<</s>> He announced menacingly. Was this movement really the right idea? Where were things headed with such loss of control? <<s Robert>>That's a good girl, a public whore.<</s>> He said, his final words breaking me out of my stupor. I moved away from him, hiding my nipples behind my shirt, which did nothing to conceal how turned on I was feeling. <<s Author>>I'm not a whore.<</s>> I argued against his statement. <<s Robert>>Not yet.<</s>> He threatened. <<s Robert>>Your movement has my support. I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> He announced, smiling. //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm definitely doing this for them" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "Flashing a nipple wins us the war">><<pickup $club "Fem2 Men Aid" 1>><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleflash.jpg">> My hand mindlessly drifted to the upper part of my top, lowering it to reveal myself to the men in front of me. I was stuck, and their support was needed. After all, we did live in a patriarchal society, and their opinion mattered more than ours. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I kept showing them my tits, an image that they seemed to be enjoying. <<light Robert>> moved closer. I kept my tits on display. <<s Robert>>Who are you really doing this for?<</s>> He asked just the right question, staring at me in the eyes as my nipples, now engorged, remained on display. <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom lte 30>><<link "We're doing this for them">><<add "femnipplecount" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>It's for you. We're doing this for you.<</s>> I admitted, the horniness getting the best of me. Or maybe it was the actual truth coming out without any reservations... <<s Robert>>This feminism bullshit is but a lie concucted to turn more women like you into whores for men like us.<</s>> He said as his hand moved to pinch my nipple, stealing a moan from my panting mouth. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem2-nippleplay.mp4">> <<s Robert>>These tits are ours, you're just being kind enough to give us access to them.<</s>> He announced menacingly. Was this movement really the right idea? Where were things headed with such loss of control? <<s Robert>>That's a good girl, a public whore.<</s>> He said, his final words breaking me out of my stupor. I moved away from him, hiding my nipples behind my shirt, which did nothing to conceal how turned on I was feeling. <<s Author>>I'm not a whore.<</s>> I argued against his statement. <<s Robert>>Not yet.<</s>> He threatened. <<s Robert>>Your movement has my support. I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> He announced, smiling. //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "We're doing this for them" "Not submissive enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "We're doing this for freedom.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>We're doing this for us. For our freedom.<</s>> I said, putting my tits - I mean nipples - away from sight, a few groans sounding off from the other boys there. <<s Robert>>I hope that you find your freedom.<</s>> He smiled wide, a predatory gaze flowing over me. <<s Robert>>We won't stand in the way of your bullshit movement.<</s>> He announced, knowing the power they had at school. <<s Robert>>I'm sure we'll reveal the true light of feminism in our school in no time.<</s>> His thinly veiled threat landing with me, I tried to think of the repercussions of my actions. I had used my body to gain votes in favor of... Showing my body more... //What were we getting ourselves into?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not stooping so low. We can do this without their support.">><<less "femnipplecount" 2>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured having these men dictate our actions was explicitely against our movement's intentions. And while it would've been probably smarter not to engage in that conversation in the first place, I needed to take a stand in front of that patriarchal bullying. <<s Author>>If you actually believe I owe you anything of the sort, levying your privilege as a man to harrass someone like me, you're sadly mistaken, Robert.<</s>> I rose my voice. <<s Author>>The feminist movement is about freedom, not about giving you free glances at our tits. You're sickening, and are obviously the prime example of a sad incel that has nothing going for him.<</s>> I announced to anyone to hear. <<s Author>>You and your friends.<</s>> <<s Author>>Excuse me. I have someplace I need to be other than in the presence of such a failure of human beings.<</s>> I said, walking away. <<s Robert>>This isn't the end of this. We'll reveal the true light of your feminism in no time.<</s>> He called out behind me. I knew there would be more to this, but didn't know in what form it would come. I also knew I'd be ready for it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/* The Feminism Challenge */ We were all gathered in our usual meeting room, talking about the upcoming project for the HRC and what it should be about. The past couple months were spent advocating for multiple different projects, looking to bring people along and legitimize the club. And as we set out to decide on our upcoming project, my words and intentions were quickly met with an opposing point of view. <<s Author>>I think we need to continue down the feminist path, push more for an inclusive agenda regardless of gender.<</s>> I spoke, trying to gather support for a cause I knew needed to be talked about more. <<s Matthew>>What is feminism, really?<</s>> A man spoke out, a relatively new member of the club. <<s Author>>It's a basic human right movement, that aims to encourage women to follow their own path in life, not one dictated on them by society.<</s>> I spoke confidently, explaining my outlook on the movement that has brought the club a lot of support and recognition. He was not as kind to that as I was. <<s Matthew>>The way I see it, it's an excuse to give yourselves more power on the lie of human rights.<</s>> He called out instead, arguing quite a different approach to the whole thing. <<s Author>>Feminism is about equality.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And yet you only care about women at this school. Is there no equality in allowing you to stick to the status quo? Things are the way they are for a reason.<</s>> The man was getting under my skin, a true example about why these kind of individuals need to be dealt with instead of accepted in our society. Yet I had to keep my cool. <<s Author>>What do you suggest, then, Matthew?<</s>> I asked him, trying to see where he was headed. <<s Matthew>>A challenge.<</s>> He said, confidently. <<s Matthew>>If I don't prove my point about the flaws of feminism by this time next week, Feminism is the way to go at the HRC. If I do, then maybe we can call for true equality, under my terms.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I will not let that happen.<</s>> For once, <<light Jasmin>> interjected, taking my side in the argument. The man was arrogant, a bit too confident for my taste. <<s Matthew>>Further proves my point that you are weak willed.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>Women who cannot rise to the challenge.<</s>> Members of the club were whispering, mumbling as they watched the scene unfold. Some were starting to see his point. I thought about his claim. If I am to deny his challenge and keep going with a feminist project, we might lose the support of many of the club members there. He'd have proven his point without a challenge that we do not care about all voices, about equality. If I took his challenge and won, then I'd have proved my point, then I'd have proved that we need that line of fight and support. But if I accepted his challenge and lost... Then... I had no idea what waited on the other side... There was a big decision at hand, and I didn't know what was the best choice to make. On one end, I'm losing control of the HRC. On the other hand, I'm risking my position and that of my friend... Was there one right choice? <div id='choices'><<link "Accept his challenge.">><<set $femchalwatch to 1>><<set $femchaldaily to true>><<set $femchallenge to 0>><<replace "#choices">>I would not fail. And taking on his challenge would be the proof we need about our rights being more violated than ever. His adversity would bring about our freedom. <<s Author>>I'll gladly accept your challenge.<</s>> I said, overstepping my friend's comment and making a choice of my own. <<s Author>>And what you fail to prove will show everyone that we need this more than ever. That your misconceptions are exactly what we are fighting against to aid women to feel safe.<</s>> I said staunchily. <<s Matthew>>What I will prove is that YOU are the one that's misguided. And that will put you in your rightful place.<</s>> //My rightful place. Next thing you know he'll ask of me to be kneeling at his feet.// <<linkreplace "Continue">><<s Author>>So what exactly is that challenge of yours?<</s>> I asked the man as we stood out to the school's hallways, trying to understand where he wanted to take things. <<s Matthew>>It's very easy. I'll be sending you a piece of media to watch, read, or simply look at or interact with every morning. By the end of it all, once we're back to school on Tuesday, you'll be the one to share your own conclusion from what you've seen throughout the week.<</s>> The man stated. I was confused. That was all it took? That was his big challenge? I'd go through it unscathed, and prove to all that he was even crazier than expected. <<s Author>>I can't wait to prove you wrong.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And I can't wait to have you admit your weakness.<</s>> He shot back. //This is going to be an interesting week for sure.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</linkreplace>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This will put the HRC at risk of going down the wrong path, should I fail...">> <<link "Deny his challenge">><<replace "#choices">>I would not risk my HRC for someone's arrogant misconceptions. <<s Author>>Take it your way, but feminism is here to stay, and feminism's place is at the HRC, the human rights club. The club that is mostly comprised of said women.<</s>> I said. This would be a gender issue, it seems... The man smiled. <<s Matthew>>Proves my point, your club is comprised of misguided women who think themselves to be the saviors of the club, of humanity. You're what makes the world crash and suffer.<</s>> He said. Some were agreeing, others were not... And everyone was on edge. There was no denying that our club was in a very tricky and precarious position. And we'd find ourselves meeting again next week in a weakened position... //Maybe this path was one full of danger for our club... Maybe taking on his challenge was the right thing to do?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "This will push back the HRC greatly, and we'll have to choose another path for the club to recover.">></div>

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-1.jpg">> The first picture the man shared was the definition of feminism... Was this really how we were going to start this? The question accompanying that picture was intriguing though, and did give me room for thought: <<s Matthew>>"The advocacy of women's rights ON THE BASIS of the equality between the sexes." ~Does that not mean that feminism uses the claim of equality to advocate for women only? Does it not mean that at its base, feminism is meant to only look at women and no more?<</s>> He was misguided, sure, but the question remained there... <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-2.jpg">> Another picture, accompanied by even more talk: <<s Matthew>>"Stop the WAR on women" ~Does this claim not mitigate and discredit the effects of real war on people's rights? Does it not devalue the true meaning of war? Why does feminism make such big bold claims that put them at odds with other communities?<</s>> This statement was true, however what he failed to notice was that there were many different kinds of feminism. These women were extremists, and not true representations of what feminism is... Right? <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post1-3.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>It is because of women like her that COVID reached such a wide group of people, using these "rights" that you call for in order to force her own view onto other people, her disease.<</s>> He was kind of right in what he was claiming, there was something deeply unsettling about seeing these words tied to a message so wrong. These women had been using feminism in a wrong way, and especially this one who made false claims like that... <div id='choices'><<link "He's right. The feminism movement is misused.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Whether I liked it or not, I had to admit that the man had a point. His claims were about extremists in the feminism movement, but then again, they are still part of the movement, and they still fight our fight. The definition itself was flawed. ON THE BASIS? Why not "in service of"? The feminist movement was obviously being misused, and it was having an impact on everyone's lives... <<link "Go on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's wrong. Extremists are not part of the movement at all.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite his words, his arguments, I knew the truth. These women were not a true representation of what it means to be a feminist. They are a deep example of humans who went to their own extremes, unrepresentative of the movement. Feminism, at its core, was about true equality, and because women have been at a disadvantage for so long, it's called after them, to aid them in their struggle to find equal footing. <<link "Go on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-1.jpg">> Ok already with the first one I saw the strategy the man was following. It was going to be memes this time. and what better way to make a point than by using humor to drive it across? <<s Matthew>>Don't you agree that the feminist movement is separated into two very opposing factions? On the one end, there are those that call to give you the freedom to wear whatever you want, no matter how slutty... Free the tits and all. And on the other end, you have those who call for freedom to dress as prudishly as you want, preferring masculine clothing and this more agressive demeanor... Which side is feminism truly on? Slutty clothing that go against human's natural urges to look? Or concealment?<</s>> That was entirely erronous on his part. It's about freedom to dress however you like, regardless of what people think or say... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-2.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>At the basis of it, the way people look at you is not based on what you're wearing, but rather on how you look. We like sexy women because they are sexy, not because they are dressed provocatively. And yet you women mostly hate on them exactly because they are sexy. Because they catch our eye and you probably don't.<</s>> Was it true? There's a lot of talk about the jealous woman, but was that something that was so common, and was that really the cause of it? Bodies and their differences create a difference in people's perception? It is nice to know that one's workout is paying off after all... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-3.jpg">> <<s Matthew>>The free the tits movement you've created at our school was just as bad as any other thing that movement you call feminism has created. If you hated the fact that the professor were objectifying you and were pushing you towards a particular way of thinking, then why did you create more opportunities for that to happen? How did that logic track for you as organizers?<</s>> His approach and thought about our protest was infuriating. What kind of false claim is that, that we fought objectification with objectification? Did we? While that was all he had sent, the page he sent these pics from had a link to more memes of a more XXX nature. The man was trying to prove a point, and I had completed his challenge for the day... But curiosity might have killed the cat. <div id='choices'><<link "Check out the link">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post2-4.jpg">> The first post was enough to make me understand exactly what kind of space this was, and was the only meme I needed to see. The imagery... The facial... The art style... Something about it was extremely wrong, but also extremely compelling... And I felt myself getting hot at the idea of the dichotomy of women... Be a housewife or be a slut... <div id='choices2'><<link "I'm feeling really hot...">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices2">>Looking at this duality, at this contrasting imagery, and thinking of the repercussions of it, the degradation behind either option... I knew deep down that it didn't have to be one or the other... But I was feeling hot seeing this meme. And my fingers drifted down, rubbing myself through my clothing as I looked at picture after picture of degrading positions for women, sluts for a big cock that puts them in place... And I loved it. I hate that I loved it. <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm calling it for now" "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-1.mp4">> Today's posts were a bit different it seemed. After preparing me for it, he started bringing out the big guns in what he shared. The first post was left without a comment, itself saying everything it needed to, claiming that empowerment came with a nice hairtie. We were responsible for men's arousal by keeping our hair long, I guess... <<link "The next video wasn't as kind.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>I'll give you that, you are indeed an EMPOWERED person, facing men that want to put you down and giving them a piece of your mind. But the best way to shut us up is by keeping us on our toes, guessing, distabilizing us.<</s>> WHAT THE FUCK? That's how he wants me to destabilize him, the prick. By chocking on his cock? But then again, that for sure would put him on the defensive. What was going on? And then I understood it all... He was using the exact strategy he wants me to, trying to destabilize me by using sex in his arguments. <<link "I would not fall for it.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-3.mp4">> The man was crazy. What kind of dumb tip did that picture claim? <<s Matthew>>You might have noticed how I sometimes look at you arguing with me and lose my concentration.<</s>> I did notice that, but I always attributed it to his vapidness. <<s Matthew>>In these times where I see you talking and moving these lips of yours to make the dumbest arguments, I only imagine them wrapped around my cock alongside your friends. And I do believe that in your feminism, you need to fight alongside your friends to slay down the beasts that rise to face you.<</s>> What the fuck was wrong with this guy?? If that was his definition of sisterhood, then he is way beyond mistaken. He is so wrong for it. <<s Matthew>>That's it for today.<</s>> And indeed, that was all he sent. And then I noticed something. A link tied to the pictures. Something that he didn't mention. Beyond that, these pictures told of tip numbers, and I felt some were skipped, not to help him make his point. Curiosity could kill a cat, but satisfaction would bring it back, right? <<link "Wrong. I'm stopping this now." "Management">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><</link>> <<link "Right. I need to see his stupid sources. It's the smart thing to do... Right?">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-4.mp4">> No wonder he wouldn't send more of these pictures. It was simply porn. I mean sure, what he had sent was already porn, but this was something else. It was full on penetration, claiming itself to be tips for empowerment. I mean, the woman in the video was surely doing everything in her power to stop the man from talking. It isn't harrasment if she is a willing participant. And if she is willing, then maybe she'd find something satisfactory about the experience? Was I giving them excuses? <<link "There's more">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post4-5.mp4">> That just said nothing. Her body her choice, and she chose to get absolutely railed on a bathroom floor, him grabbing her arms as handles as he fucked her hard and deep... I should be looking at this as porn in this morning, and I definitely shouldn't be getting turned on by it, right? I should probably stop. What was happening to me? Why did I keep getting drawn to these kind of pictures, this kind of content? Whether I liked it or not, the man's actions were having an effect on me, and it felt somewhat detrimental. <<link "I should probably stop." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I've seen enough" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-3.mp4">> Alright this was getting out of hand. The man was sending things that were beyond porn to me, all for a challenge. What was the challenge again exactly? What were the terms? Why did I have to go through with all this? <<s Matthew>>Bear with these graphic images. I've spared you from much worse. But unlearning feminism and understanding that it has hurt you more than helped you is essential for our challenge's conclusion. This is you.<</s>> This wasn't me. <<s Matthew>>This is you coming to realizations that will change how you see that plight you call feminism.<</s>> It's not a plight. It's not a problem. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>This is you understanding that your whole life has been a farce, a multitude of falsities that have brought you to this point.<</s>> He... He can't have known about the letter's impact. <<s Matthew>>Unlearning, reprogamming you. Your challenge it to challenge these beliefs you've long held true, flasely, about yourself, about that fake movement you call feminism, about what it means to be a woman.<</s>> He... <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-4.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>Women are women, and they should rejoice in it. You are too. You are weak, and that is fine. Live with it, embrace it. Feminism will fail because of you if you don't see its true lights, its true intentions.<</s>> The man was getting under my skin. The imagery he was sending was getting under my skin. And I noticed it's the same as last week. He was looking to destabilize me. <div id='choices'><<link "And despite me, it was working for him.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite what I thought and the fight I was trying to put out, the man was truly getting to me. The imagery, his words accompanying them, and the fact that indeed, my whole life went down in shambles only months ago simply because everything I was doing led nowhere... I was losing this war, one battle after the other. And not only with this guy, with everyone. I was in a worse state than these women, I envied them. At least they had the option to get pleasure out of all of this, right? I felt I didn't. This whole thing was getting quite uncanny. I was wounded, and he pressed exactly where it hurt. And where it was turning me on. That odd, unwanted duality was tapping on my nerves, leaving me hot and heavy at the same time. <<link "Move on with my day, trying to keep my head high." "Management">><</link>> <<link "On a second thought, he mentioned something about sparing me of worse images, and they seemed to share a source link...">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post5-1.mp4">> The imagery I received mirrored the way I was feeling about this whole challenge. That was exactly how it felt, except the actual physical aspect the pictures depicted. I was being pissed on on the daily by a man that didn't even glance my direction before, simply for the fact that I called myself a feminist. And I was doubting even that was true anymore, the way it has made me feel recently. Is that was it takes to unlearn feminism? Piss in the face? I could taste that sourness in my mouth, but was that the feeling that I was meant to be having for the forseeable future, for the upcoming days of this challenge? Would that be my fate? <<link "Move on with my day feeling sour" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Watersports content">> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "And I was smarter than to let it get to me.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//And I was smarter than to let it get to me.// I chuckled at the realization of the games he was trying to play, and knew that using these extreme measures showed of the desperation he was reaching. If he was doing all this just to get to me, then maybe he had something to lose from it as well. He was probably weak, and trying to project that weakness onto me. Onto feminism. I smiled to myself. Desperation was not a good look on him. <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "And I was smarter than to let it get to me." "Not smart enough">><</if>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-2.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-1.mp4">> The gloves were off and the man was continuing his dirty fight, low blow after low blow. //Literally// I thought to myself. Blowjob after blowjob linked to words that just called out flat what he expected me to do. I noticed, maybe a bit too late, that he never bothered to join these pictures and videos with words of his own. Had he given up or was he certain that his monologue was now internalized, accompanying me looking at these pictures without him having to say the words? <<link "I feel I can hear him...">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-3.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-4.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>This is you. An object. A toy made for men's pleasure.<</s>> He wasn't there, he wrote nothing, but the monologue was starting to get internalized. <<s Matthew>>A toy, ready to be used and discarded, a reformed and reprogrammed feminist. That's where you belong, on your knees and on display.<</s>> I was feeling a warmth rise through me. This butterflies in the stomach feeling one gets when they fall in love, turning into one that I'm getting falling deeper into that hole of depravity. <<s Matthew>>On your knees for your betters, for your masters. On your knees for men stronger and better than you.<</s>> I fell down to my knees, a toy that was listening to her master's commands. Master? He wasn't my master! //Not yet at least...// His monologue was in me, changing my own thoughts. I could feel I was in danger if I kept going down that road... <<link "Move on with my day despite the warmth" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let's just get this over with">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-3.mp4">> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post6-4.mp4">> I looked at the next videos with no emotion, just wanting to get through this without having to argue for too long. Our challenge was close to its conclusion, and I'd see it through one way or the other. The man was desperate, I knew I wasn't. I was on the right side. <<link "Move on with my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-1.mp4">> Another day, another bunch of content. And D-Day was fast approaching. At least I was keeping up wih that challenge of his. Thought the ends of it was slowly starting to make itself clear to me. <<s Matthew>>That's the end goal to all of this now isn't it. That's the end of that challenge. That's the point we are reaching. And that's where you come in.<</s>> The words were quickly getting to me once more, trying to make their way to my mind, get under my skin. <<s Matthew>>Eventually, all of you women will come to the realization that your innate jealousy and competitiveness is what will spell the end doom of your movements and hopes and dreams. You will fail.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-2.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>But you don't have to be the only one that falls. Through this challenge, you'll bring along the doom of your movement. You'll reveal the HRC's true colors and will show everyone what you're truly made of. What feminism truly is.<</s>> The posts were a lot. They were all out there. And they were triggering. <<link "But I would stand strong.">><<less "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Despite all he was doing, the words he was using, the graphic imagery he was resorting to, I'd find my way through and out of this. He was not going to succeed, and I knew he's already failed long ago. I only had to wait one day to prove it to him. Put HIM in his place. <<link "Continue wih my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "And he was probably right.">><<add "femchallenge" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-post7-3.mp4">> It was a long path into dapravity, and things were definitely leading that general direction. And I was following that path quite willingly. I was falling down deeper and deeper into that hole, and I had no idea where it led. Alice in Wonderland. <<link "Try to continue my day." "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pickup $club "HRC Fem3 Outcome" 1>><div id='continue'>The moment of truth was upon us. The challenge had come to a head, and we'd see what exactly the man's ends were from all of this stuff that he showed me. I had already made my mind about how I'd take this, but then again we never know until we reach our conclusion, do we? <<link "The final showdown.">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Matthew>>The arrogant challenger<</pic>> We gathered once more in the room where we had countless times before. Back then, we'd work on projects to fight for people's rights and give them the chance for a better future. Now, we were about to discover the fate of the HRC, and with it, mine. <<s Matthew>>She comes at last!<</s>> His arrogance knew no bounds, but then again that was maybe part of his appeal? <<s Matthew>>Ready to put all of this to an end?<</s>> The man asked. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of words. I nodded. <<s Jasmin>>So what is that challenge about, what are we to witness?<</s>> My friend, <<light Jasmin>>, interjected. She had the dream of this club helping change lives, and it has, marginally, so far. Through my influence, I was able to help guide her and the club in a particuar direction, which brought me face to face with that man here. An encounter that I wasn't entirely looking forward to, but had to. <<s Matthew>>We're about to find out if <<print $name>>'s opinion on Feminism and its impact on society has changed in the past week thanks to the challenge. She'll be put to the test.<</s>> He explained. <<s Jasmin>>What exactly are the stakes?<</s>> I could feel the worry in her voice, and I looked on as <<light Matthew>> explained to her exactly those. <<s Matthew>>She folds, the whole HRC does. I take over, and she finds her place at my knees, where she belongs. It'll be the end of all her aspirations, and the beginning of a new life for her.<</s>> I felt a shiver run down my spine at that statement. <<s Matthew>>She stands tall and defends feminism after all she's discovered, and you'll have all the support you need on our end to keep the club moving forward, to keep this as the direction it is headed in.<</s>> As he spoke, a few of the men that had recently joined the club stood behind him. <<s Matthew>>Then again, you don't need to take the challenge as a whole HRC, <<print $name>> can fight for her own personal dignity only instead of for the whole club. It'll be beautiful seeing her fall for it, and all of you witnessing it happen.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was thoughtful at the terms placed in front of her, as was I. And then I remembered the things that he shared with me. The final posts he sent me. The true intentions behind the challenge he is currently expanding to the whole of the HRC. He intends to turn us all to his side, and wants to use me as a tool, a means to an end. If I am to convince her to join my side, to have the HRC be part of this, I'd either be entirely convinced I had that in the bag, or I'd be convinced I was going to lose and found great joy in betraying their trust. I could lose my dignity either way, but by stringing them along, I'd have them lose theirs too. The only question was whether or not <<light Jasmin>> would take on this larger challenge. And she looked at me for an answer. Would I <<link "have her accept">><<replace "#continue">>When her eyes caught mine, I simply nodded my head to let her know that I was fine with the upcoming challenge. Her thinking didn't take too long thereafter to come up with a decision regarding the challenge. <<s Jasmin>>You're on. <<print $name>> has this in the bag.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> smiled wide at this statement. <<s Matthew>>I'm sure she does.<</s>> He said, turning his attention firmly towards me. <<s Matthew>>I've spent the whole of this past week sending you stuff to show you where women truly stood when it comes to feminism and the progress they envision for themselves. I showed you where you are, and where you're supposed to be.<</s>> For once, it wasn't words on a screen that I was reading that masked his voice. It was his own voice, powerful and well projected, making a show out of this whole thing. And wanting me to participate in that show. <<s Matthew>>You know what I expect of you, you know where this entire charade has brought us along. And you know where you want to be. So I tell you now, do it. With you own hands, strike yourself down.<</s>> The man was confident he had it all figured out. And I thought to myself he probably would have had he resorted to some sort of hypno throughout this week. Yet I didn't kneel immediately. No, if you want that complete and absolute control over someone, you wouldn't resort to dirty mind tricks, altering their subconscious. If you want someone to follow your commands, you need to convince them that it's their destiny to follow down that road. You need to slowly and methodologically break their defences. And he believed that in this week, he did that with me. He believed that I'd also bring my friends along, debase them alongside me, asking them to join the challenge... <div id='choices'><<if $femchallenge gte 5>><<link "Kneel for my master">><<replace "#choices">>My knees caught the ground before my mind comprehended entirely what I was doing. I was feeling weak in the face of such a strong masculine aura I just had to kneel, show my subservience. His smile told me that was exactly what he wanted from me. <<s Matthew>>Looks like I won't need to coax it from you for much longer.<</s>> The man said. <<s Author>>I just know my place.<</s>> The gasp I heard from the rest of the students there, some reaizing the whole ploy related to having all of the HRC gambit their place for that man's masculinity and my challenge, was an intense moment that sent beautiful shivers down my spine. Traitor to my race, and willingly debasing myself... All because I was a woman. It was kink, but it was starting to have lasting effects on my life. I could see it in everyone's eyes. Gone was the strong <<print $name>> that stood up for women's rights, that fought for what was right, that argued in favor of her fellow woman. He had effectively and categorically dismantled that former fake strong image, and all that was left was a puppet, a toy to be used by him to control not only me, but my friends and other women by proxy. <<s Matthew>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Author>>A woman.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And what does that mean?<</s>> He asked, not having to wait long for my answer. <<s Author>>It means I am inferior to men, all men, by my simple nature.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And are you saying this because you have to? Because you're brainwashed or blackmailed or anything?<</s>> The man asked. It was to be a willing, complete debasement. <<s Author>>No. Not at all. I am saying it all of my own free will. I am lesser because I am a woman, and the one true place for me and people like me in at the service for the better gender, men.<</s>> It is with every word that I said that I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into that sandpit, a hole that I was joyously digging for myself, a warmth that I was embracing deeply as I went further and further down that core. <<s Matthew>>I could have targeted anyone with my education.<</s>> Education, he says. <<s Matthew>>Yet I chose you, the beautiful <<print $name>> that continued fighting for women's rights and using the HRC for her fights, to show you the true light. I used you to show your fellow women that even the mighty will fall and understand their place at our feet. The mightier the woman is faking out to be, the bigger the fall.<</s>> And falling never felt so beautiful. It felt like surrendering to a sweet embrace, like alowing myself to fall into the arms of a better human, giving away my free will so it can become theirs. I revelled in it. And so when the collar came out, I found no hesitation in presenting my neck to my newfound master. I'd be baptised as his pet, as all women should be for their men, in front of a room full of women. Women who were watching on in rapt attention, and taking in everything that was happening. We were losing in real time, and none of them stood up for me. That's what feminism brings you. Such a sham. <<s Matthew>>Take off that shirt. And put this on.<</s>> The man gave me the means of my own debasement. He ahnded me the collar as I removed my shirt. If I was to follow down that path, I'd bring myself down it willingly. There was nothing left to lose, and all to gain. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared1.mp4">> My hands raised the collar to my neck, and I heard that beautiful "click" that sealed my fate. From today on, that man that I truly talked to once a week ago in opposition was to be my master. <<if $bra.has("nothing")>>A friend of his, watching me alongside my new master, handed him a leash, which he brought out to my neck. <<s Matthew>>Good feminists don't wear bras, good job.<</s>> He commented while looking at my perky nipples standing to attention. I was excited and people were noticing it. If only they'd pass their hands through my leg they'd find ultimate proof of that. <<else>><<s Matthew>>Seems like you're a bad feminist even.<</s>> The man said, looking just a bit lower at the bra I wore, his hand finding a chain. <<s Matthew>>What is this doing on your body? As a feminist you should have your tits on display, no?<</s>> I smiled at the twisting of our logic to his advantage, and nodded. I understood what was expected of me, as he clipped the leach onto my neck and I looked up at him, hands behind me fumbling to remove the bra I wore. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared2.mp4">><</if>> <<s Matthew>>Follow me.<</s>> My master spoke, and I willingly followed in his footsteps, the leash leading me wherever he wanted it, and it seemed that was a nearby room, away from my "sisterhood". <<s Matthew>>The rest of you can stay here and listen to what happens inside, listen to the true nature of your feminism, and the true position where you belong.<</s>> <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-collared3.mp4">> And with that statement, my master led me into that other room, a half-nude woman-slave ready to serve him... And all his friends. <<link "A blowbang" "Feminism 3 Bad End">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kneel for my master" "He is not my master.">><</if>><<dark "*" "This will lead to a bad ending to the entire game. You'll be able to come back here to repeat the choice.">> <<link "...">><<replace "#choices">>I had no words, nothing smart to say. I stood there, not willing to go down his chosen path so willingly. I was still free after all... <<if $subdom lt 10>><<set $femchallenge to 10>>Yet the man was a dominant one, and the stare he gave me was enough to make even the most courageous of people cower. <<s Matthew>>I know that you're supposed to be showing some sort of defiance in front of all of your friends. I know you know what you're supposed to do, but the repercussions of it are hard. I know it's hard.<</s>> His voice was reassuring, yet something behind the tone he took betrayed the intensity of the moment, the heat he wanted me to feel, the true gravity of the choice ahead, if it even was mine. <<s Matthew>>Yet you decided to string your friends and the whole of the HRC along, you decided that path a long itme ago, when you first took on the challenge. You knew where things would lead, yet you willingly went down that road. And now you pay the price.<</s>> The shiver that went down my psine was intense. I wasn't always so compliant, yet in recent months things have been changing for me as I had started to accept more and more the kind of character I was. I might have wanted to fight other people at times, yet in the truly intense moments, ones where the truthness of my character comes out, I'd often weaken... <<s Matthew>>So very simply, <<print $name>>, <</s>>He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder, <<s Matthew>>how about you kneel down to your betters and show these ladies here the true meaning of being a woman?<</s>> His hand pressed down, finding no opposition as I slowly drifted down to my knees, accepting that lowered position, accepting that the man had power over me, that my place as a woman was on my knees. <<s Matthew>>Feminism is a plight.<</s>> He had ignored me now, kneeling at his feet as he addressed the rest of the women gathered there. <<s Matthew>>It is a lie perpetuated by weak women who try to hide from their true selves, their inner shame blinding them to the reality that it's okay to be weaker, to be less-than.<</s>> His speech, brought along further by the fact that he had a proud woman now at his feet, waiting for his command, was probably being received by eager ears. Yet I wouldn't know the impact it would be having as my eyes could only glean the top of his shoes, head brought down in shame. <<s Matthew>>Follow the lead of your fellow HRC member, and go down that true path of obedience.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>I do not care to take over the HRC, but I hope you understand that if you continue down that path with your false feminism and you continue to make these wrong speeches and preach that false message, there will come a time where I will come back and put you in your place. All of you.<</s>> The threat was a heavy one, as his hand found the top of my head, resting on my head. <<s Matthew>>Come. I want to make true on my threat.<</s>> He said, taking me to another room for what he had in mind. <<link "A subservient blowjob" "Feminism 3 BJ">><</link>> <<else>><<set $femchallenge to -10>>And the weaknesses the man had were starting to show, in his expectant look and his hopeful breaths. He was at a disadvantage, and I could see it in his eyes. These past couple of months have had their effect on my character, instilling me with growing confidence and bringing me to the conclusion that I wouldn't get anything in this world unless I fought for it. And I'd fight for this. <<s Author>>I appreciate the effort you've put in for the past week, trying to show me things that I wouldn't think to notice had you not shared them.<</s>> I said to the man, taking an initial diplomatic route to destabilize him. He didn't seem to falter in his intensity, and so I saw that I needed to say things as they are. <<s Author>>And while there are things that you shared that do ring true and make sense in the grand scheme of things, mainly about the movement being all out of shape, there is also a lot of faltitude in the things you are claiming. A slippery slope that I am not willing to follow and go down on.<</s>> His intensity and confidence waivered, and I pushed. <<s Author>>There is no doubt that you do believe that which you preach, but I also know that deep down it's nothing but the speeches of a man afraid to confront his own true nature.<</s>> I said with intensity, my eyes boring into his as he failed to keep up with the stare. <<s Author>>Feminism is about giving freedom to all of us to do what we need to do and to find ourselves in a society that welcomes us openly.<</s>> I said clearly. <<s Author>>So I would not kneel. I would never kneel to a man like you, weak and needy. I'd have you kneel for me. I'd have you serve me long before an alternate version of myself ever served you.<</s>> I said with intensity and vigor, receiving cheers from my friends and nods of acceptance from his. I'd defeated him, not only saving the HRC but also myself. And I could see the growing weakness in his eyes... //Maybe I could get him to kneel for me when all are gone? It'd be nice to see this mighty man fall in front of me...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this option will base the outcome on your subdom stat. Game moves on after that.">> <<if $femchallenge lte -3>><<link "But he's entirely mistaken">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><<replace "#choices">>Unfortunately for him, he didn't know he was entirely in the wrong here, and he didn't know that he had picked the worst person to issue that challenge to. <<s Author>>I know exactly where you're at and where you think things are headed.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>But I also know the truth, the thing that you pointed out without knowing that you did. The true issue at hand, that puts you at odds with us and that makes you such an antagonist of the cause.<</s>> His confident demeanor was starting to break. I could see the weakness slowly seeping through him. Weakness that he had tried projecting onto me. <<s Author>>Feminism around the world is being protested, fought against, because extremists have taken the movement to their own sides without any care about the impact of their actions on everyone involved.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But that also means that we have the obligation to share the true light of feminism, to talk about the real issues that we are standing up for, to redefine its actions and make sure that the movement is not sidetracked by such individuals.<</s>> The man was not expecting this twisting of what he was saying. <<s Author>>True sisterhood comes not from excluding these women who want the movement to save their own lives from their own problems, but it comes from accepting them and teaching them the true meaning of feminism, of equality between the genders.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>What about us?<</s>> He asked, legitimately curious. <<s Author>>Even now, despite everything you've sent me, I do not care to make you kneel, push you down so I can get up higher on the echelons of society. That is not my intention or my goal. Feminism thrives when men like you, men who have hatred within them, are welcomed and understood, given the space to accept things as they are and help work towards a better future for yourself and others.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Because the thing that hurts men most is not women who want equality, it's other men that force them into these positions of power regardless of their own personal aspirations. It's men perpetuating that toxic environment that forces them into fake representations of masculinity to build a world that favors the most destructive among them.<</s>> I finished my speech, his confidence now transformed into mine, as he actively listened to what I had to say. As everyone did. There were cheers, yes, and people were happy with the outcome, clapping, even a few of his friends nodding along and applauding my speech themselves. A true success. But the bigger success was seeing that man's false outlook on life and relationship fall apart, his eyes reflecting these intense inner thoughts as he noticed that he was fighting for something without truly knowing what it was, and against something that he had turned into a monster into his own head. We were getting places in that society, and who knows what this man would grow up to find out he liked after this particularly illuminating encounter... And as I looked at that weakness, as I looked at this man who mistakenly thought he'd get the best of me, a part of me thought that I could potentially start him even lower, break him down even more and bring him to reconstruct himself even truer to a more feminine world... <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "But he's entirely mistaken" "Is he though?">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>>, and risk the whole of the HRC, to win or lose? Or would I convince her to <<link "deny the challenge">><<replace "#continue">>When her eyes caught mine, I simply shook my head no to her. Whether I was unsure I was up for it or whether I did not want to raise the stakes in any way was not the question, the question was whether or not they'd follow my lead. And I didn't want that. <<s Jasmin>>That silly challenge has taken long enough to unravel. Just get this over with. The HRC is not in.<</s>> <<light Matthew>> frustratingly tried to hide his disappointment at the statement, giving me a sideways stare as if to let me know he was disappointed with me. He recomposed himself, then turned completely to face me. <<s Matthew>>I've spent the whole of this past week sending you stuff to show you where women truly stood when it comes to feminism and the progress they envision for themselves. I showed you where you are, and where you're supposed to be.<</s>> For once, it wasn't words on a screen that I was reading that masked his voice. It was his own voice, powerful and well projected, making a show out of this whole thing. And wanting me to participate in that show. <<s Matthew>>You know what I expect of you, you know where this entire charade has brought us along. And you know where you want to be. So I tell you now, do it. With your own hands, strike yourself down.<</s>> The man was confident he had it all figured out. And I thought to myself he probably would have had he resorted to some sort of hypno throughout this week. Yet I didn't kneel immediately. No, if you want that complete and absolute control over someone, you wouldn't resort to dirty mind tricks, altering their subconscious. If you want someone to follow your commands, you need to convince them that it's their destiny to follow down that road. You need to slowly and methodologically break their defences. And he believed that in this week, he did that with me. He believed that I'd also bring my friends along, debase them alongside me, asking them to join the challenge... Which I hadn't done. <div id='choices'><<if $femchallenge gte 5 or $subdom lte -20>><<link "Kneel for him.">><<replace "#choices">>My knees caught the ground before my mind comprehended entirely what I was doing. I was feeling weak in the face of such a strong masculine aura I just had to kneel, show my subservience. His smile told me that was exactly what he wanted from me. <<s Matthew>>Looks like I won't need to coax it from you for much longer.<</s>> The man said. <<s Author>>I just know my place.<</s>> I knew what he wanted to hear from me. The gasp I heard from the rest of the students there, realizing the fall of their friend to such lows, was an intense moment that sent beautiful shivers down my spine. Traitor to my race, and willingly debasing myself... All because I was a woman. It was kink, but it was starting to have lasting effects on my life. I could see it in everyone's eyes. Gone was the strong <<print $name>> that stood up for women's rights, that fought for what was right, that argued in favor of her fellow woman. He had effectively and categorically dismantled that former fake strong image, and all that was left was a puppet, a toy to be used by him. <<s Matthew>>What are you?<</s>> <<s Author>>A woman.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And what does that mean?<</s>> He asked, not having to wait long for my answer. <<s Author>>It means I am inferior to men, all men, by my simple nature.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>And are you saying this because you have to? Because you're brainwashed or blackmailed or anything?<</s>> The man asked. It was to be a willing, complete debasement. <<s Author>>No. Not at all. I am saying it all of my own free will. I am lesser because I am a woman, and the one true place for me and people like me in at the service for the better gender, men.<</s>> It is with every word that I said that I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into that sandpit, a hole that I was joyously digging for myself, a warmth that I was embracing deeply as I went further and further down that core. <<s Matthew>>I could have targeted anyone with my education.<</s>> Education, he says. <<s Matthew>>Yet I chose you, the beautiful <<print $name>> that continued fighting for women's rights and using the HRC for her fights, to show you the true light. I used you to show your fellow women that even the mighty will fall and understand their place at our feet. The mightier the woman is faking out to be, the bigger the fall.<</s>> And falling never felt so beautiful. It felt like surrendering to a sweet embrace, like allowing myself to fall into the arms of a better human, giving away my free will so it can become theirs. I revelled in it. <<s Matthew>>Feminism is a plight.<</s>> He had ignored me now, kneeling at his feet as he addressed the rest of the women gathered there. <<s Matthew>>It is a lie perpetuated by weak women who try to hide from their true selves, their inner shame blinding them to the reality that it's okay to be weaker, to be less-than.<</s>> His speech, brought along further by the fact that he had a proud woman now at his feet, waiting for his command, was probably being received by eager ears. Yet I wouldn't know the impact it would be having as my eyes could only glean the top of his shoes, head brought down in shame. <<s Matthew>>Follow the elad of your fellow HRC member, and go down that true path of obedience.<</s>> He said. <<s Matthew>>I do not care to take over the HRC, but I hope you understand that if you continue down that path with your false feminism and you continue to make these wrong speeches and preach that false message, there will come a time where I will come back and put you in your place. All of you.<</s>> The threat was a heavy one, as his hand found the top of my head, resting on my head. <<s Matthew>>Come. I want to make true on my threat.<</s>> He said, taking me to another room for what he had in mind. <<link "A subservient blowjob" "Feminism 3 BJ">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Put him in his place">><<set $femchallenge to -10>><<replace "#choices">>Unfortunately for him, he didn't know he was entirely in the wrong here, and he didn't know that he had picked the worst person to issue that challenge to. <<s Author>>I know exactly where you're at and where you think things are headed.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>But I also know the truth, the thing that you pointed out without knowing that you did. The true issue at hand, that puts you at odds with us and that makes you such an antagonist of the cause.<</s>> His confident demeanor was starting to break. I could see the weakness slowly seeping through him. Weakness that he had tried projecting onto me. <<s Author>>Feminism around the world is being protested, fought against, because extremists have taken the movement to their own sides without any care about the impact of their actions on everyone involved.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But that also means that we have the obligation to share the true light of feminism, to talk about the real issues that we are standing up for, to redefine its actions and make sure that the movement is not sidetracked by such individuals.<</s>> The man was not expecting this twisting of what he was saying. <<s Author>>True sisterhood comes not from excluding these women who want the movement to save their own lives from their own problems, but it comes from accepting them and teaching them the true meaning of feminism, of equality between the genders.<</s>> <<s Matthew>>What about us?<</s>> He asked, legitimately curious. <<s Author>>Even now, despite everything you've sent me, I do not care to make you kneel, push you down so I can get up higher on the echelons of society. That is not my intention or my goal. Feminism thrives when men like you, men who have hatred within them, are welcomed and understood, given the space to accept things as they are and help work towards a better future for yourself and others.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Because the thing that hurts men most is not women who want equality, it's other men that force them into these positions of power regardless of their own personal aspirations. It's men perpetuating that toxic environment that forces them into fake representations of masculinity to build a world that favors the most destructive among them.<</s>> I finished my speech, his confidence now transformed into mine, as he actively listened to what I had to say. As everyone did. I'd defeated him, saving myself from a bad fate. And I could see the growing weakness in his eyes, with the questions he asked and the way he hesitated to face me entirely... //Maybe I could get him to kneel for me when all are gone? It'd be nice to see this once mighty man fall in front of me...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Let him stay behind" "Feminism 3 Dominant">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him stay behind" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> and leave me to my own fate, not hurting more people? <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion1.jpg">> Waves of cock surrounded me, their intention clear, and my position on my knees in front of them clearer. They demanded my attention, threateningly large and menacingly attractive around me. No matter what I thought, I was a woman, and I was made to serve. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion2.jpg">> When my master brought my face up to his cock, I barely opened my mouth at the last second to allow me a taste of his cock. <<s Matthew>>Yes, suck it you whore.<</s>> Gone was the methodological dismantling of my femininity and of my activism. He had won and was now collecting the spoils of war alongside his friends. I moaned. <<s Matthew>>You're not supposed to find pleasure out of this. A blowjob is all about our pleasure.<</s>> He said with a slap across my face, shaking me to my core. <<s Matthew>>You have two hands. Use them.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion3.jpg">> My master was merciful, his hands going down to explore my tits as my hands went up to hold onto two of his friends' cocks. <<s stranger>>What a fucking slut.<</s>> They had forced me into that position, and yet that was what I was in that moment, a slut that played with their cocks simply because I was a woman. <<s Matthew>>These cocks will not suck themselves, bitch.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion4.jpg">> The verbal abuse might've been a deterrent to most, but look at it from my side: I'd tried standing up to the patriarchy, and it was now sharing me like a toy between its strong arms, controlling my body how it wanted as I struggled to service it to the best of my ability. And I had nothing else to do except succumb to my fate. I needed to show them I am compliant, and maybe then I'd find satisfaction in my actions, and that what I did, moaning as I sucked to show them that there was no greater pleasure than servicing their beautiful totems of masculinity. <<s Matthew>>Can't believe you didn't realize this was your place before, you're moaning like a bitch in heat.<</s>> It seemed like my actions were having their desired effects on people, some of the men gathered there cumming prematurely all over my whore face and mouth. These were not real men, weaklings that were just lucky to be there, that were stroking themselves waiting for their turn. And yet, they were still superior to me, a woman. I'd found my place on my knees in front of all men, regardless of their social hierarchy. But the manlier the character, the more dominant the attitude... <<s Matthew>>Give her to me.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion5.jpg">> Wanting to show the rest of the men there who truly owned me, the aggressive man held the back of my head, pulling at my hair, and brought me backwards, sliding his cock into my mouth and forcing me to choke on it. I'd serve him till I pass out if I had to, as after all there was something to prove not only to me or to him, but to everyone in that room. I'd serve him whether conscious or unconscious. And the flirting with that state of awareness began with each prolongued in and short out, his masterful manipulation of my body bringing me shivers down my spine. From the corners of my eyes, I could see a few of the men stroking their cocks as they witnessed that public debaushery, and I knew that we were ushering fast orgasms, a shower of masculinity that I'd willingly bathe in. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion6.jpg">> Their whore knelt in front of them completely debased, broken down and apart, unafraid to show weakness. I've been defeated through and through. And only then, my mind went to my other goals. My former aspirations as a free woman (as if those ever existed). With the whole blowbang, and everyone finding out of my absolute shameful performance, and the dismantling of the HRC and it turning into an orgy of men controlling women, and me helping them do that... I'd say goodbye, sayonara, adieu, to my hopes of ever... <center><h2>Becoming Prom Queen</h2></center> <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-conclusion7.jpg" "Bad End - The feminist Whore">> <center><<back>></center>

<div id='continue'><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-hj.mp4">> A pole of masculinity stood strong in front of me, demanding attention and care, both of which I was giving away freely, and enthusiastically, taken by the magnificent girth and size. <<s Matthew>>That's it, bitch. That's it.<</s>> As the man watched me servicing his impressive member, the words of encouragement were giving me renewed courage to keep giving him the pleasure he deserved, eager to please this dominant man. <<s Matthew>>It's lovely to see you know your place at my feet, but it's even better to see you at my service like that.<</s>> He said smugly, enjoying the activity I was doing. I smiled up at him, and decided to tease him. <<s Author>>Take a picture, it'll last longer.<</s>> I said, part of me hoping he'd <<link "take me up on my offer.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-filmed.mp4">> <<s Matthew>>A picture of you next to my cock does look nice.<</s>> He complimented my idea when all was said and done, and I could only imagine the sight I had showed him as I held the phone up for him to enjoy. The debasement of the moment was not lost on me, as I knelt in front of him in that subservient stature, taking his big cock and playing with it, hitting it against my face, basically doing everything to show him who was boss. To show myself that fact. <<s Matthew>>You've never looked prettier.<</s>> The man said, his compliment laced with humiliating words, meant to bring me down just as much as it was supposed to bring me up, meant to fuck up with my own internal logic. I'd never look better than on my knees servicing a man's cock... The guy knew how to dismantle a person, his methodological actions across the week culminating in me kneeling here willing to give him what he wanted despite the effects it would have on my psyche. He had won, and he knew it. <<link "And soon, my mouth would.">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-bj.mp4">> I could barely fit the huge cock in my mouth, eager to take it in and suck it up as much as possible. I wanted to please him and I'd do it, no matter what. And I sucked and blew him, my mind flashing back to the oral porn I'd watch at home in my private time, as I bobbed my head up and down the impressive cock in front of me, eager to please the man that owned it, and me. <<s Matthew>>You're good at this. That's where you belong.<</s>> He said, cotninuing that aggressive conditioning that he'd started but a week ago, wanting me to humiliate myself even further, my mouth stretching to impressive degrees to welcome that huge cock into it. <<s Matthew>>A feminist's true place, covered in cum.<</s>> He announced as he shot load after load on my face, covering me with his pearly blessing. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-me-bwc-facial.mp4">> He gave me worth by cumming on my face, by covering me with his superior seed. And I was grateful. And I was horny beyond measure, having finally let go and found my place at my knees in front of better men. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichalf "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni1.jpg">> His head was between my legs, licking away as I grinded my pussy on his face, getting his lips to kiss mine and his tongue to explore the true virtue of femininity that he so craved. <<s Author>>Does that feel good for you, Matthew?<</s>> I asked him, making sure I used his name for him to stay here, in the moment, take agency and understand that it indeed was happening to him. <<s Matthew>>Yes.<</s>> His muffled voice sounded out, sending beautiful shivers down my spine. <<s Author>>Yet your penis is untouched, you're only serving me.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Matthew>>It's still so good.<</s>> He said in between licks, admitting to liking this whole thing. I stopped him to turn around, lying on my back and looking at him. <<s Author>>You can find pleasure in serving a women then, right?<</s>> I asked, bringing the thought home. <<s Matthew>>You're right, and I was wrong. I love serving you.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not about me. It's about all women.<</s>> I said <<s Matthew>>I'm at your service, all of you.<</s>> I smiled as I brought his face down to continue licking my snatch. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni2.mp4">> Lick after lick, the man kept his ego aside and went down on me, finally getting to experience something that was bigger than him. <<s Author>>You've never been with a woman before, have you?<</s>> I asked, teasing him. <<s Matthew>>No.<</s>> He admitted inside my pussy, burrying himself deep so as not to be seen. <<s Author>>It shows, you're bad at this.<</s>> He wasn't, but he was meant to break before he was reconstructed correctly. And that had the right effect on him, as he sucked and licked with renewed passion, wanting to prove himself to me. His hand drifted lower, trying to find his own organ, his only way of bringing himself pleasure, in his mind. <<s Author>>My pleasure is your pleasure.<</s>> I said as I reached out to swat his hand away. <<s Author>>You'll get yours through mine. Keep licking.<</s>> The submissive moan I heard was beautiful, sending even more pleasure down my spine, warning me of a looming orgasm. <<vid "clubs/human-rights-club/fem3-cunni3.mp4">> And as he licked and I found myself drifting closer and closer to that endzone, that beautiful shaking orgasm, I thought to myself that this felt entirely right. Feminism might be about equality between the genders, but to me, in that moment, that's how we'd be equal. He'd find his pleasure through mine, lips on lips, and I'd dominate him because I can. I was going to use feminism to my advantage, to bring people like him down and have them serve me. Fuck the optics, I'm just as bad as all of them and the world would find that out a bit too late. //Maybe these university admissions people need to be put in their place just as much.// The orgasm that washed through me was a beautiful wave of serenity, of realization. I'd get my due sooner rather than later. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Event</h1></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><center><h2>- I -</h2></center> Queer rights are basic human rights. That was our main message in the campaign we were launching, as we had a stand in the middle of the quad where we could share our humanitarian message. Right next to us, the school had allowed the Bible Study Group to place their own stand. <<s Jasmin>>How is that even logical, having us be next to this stand?<</s>> The Bible Study Group had decided to create a stand that claimed that Gay people are going to hell. Despite their negative message, the people manning the stand were smiling wide. <<s stranger>>Listen to the word of the lord! Don't stray from his light!<</s>> Their preaching was loud and obnoxious, but whether we liked it or not they were making their impact. <<s Jasmin>>What can we do? This is going to be a disaster if we don't do something.<</s>> I was thinking of options, of what we could do to mount our own counter-arguments and bring in a wider audience. All of my ideas came at a cost, but the question was which I intended to follow. <div id="choices"><<link "Call them out for an open debate">><<replace "#choices">>Choosing to bring the fight to them, I raise my voice to call them out: <<s Author>>A religion that claims that one should "love thy neighbor", yet goes around and preaches hatred and damnation? Is this really what the Bible is all about?<</s>> My action collecting the right kind of attention as people start looking at me, I continue my speech: <<s Author>>We preach love, acceptance, the freedom for every individual to follow their own path. Love is love! It doesn't matter who holds it and towards who.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Is that really your claim? It doesn't matter who loves who? What about underage people? Children? Should a grandpa molest a child?<</s>> The person who came forward with the argument was a dude from the Bible stand. Had he not been there, with his sleek eyeglasses and perfect eyebrows, I'd have thought he was gay. His pouty lips also helped paint the image in my head. <<s Author>>These have no place in the LGBT+ community. LGBT+ people are targeted not only by the likes of you who want to force their religion onto everyone. Or rather your understanding of the scripture might I add. They are also targeted by seriously deranged people who want to claim the community as their own. That's why you hate them, because you don't know them.<</s>> <<s stranger>>I know them alright. I know your vile actions, your sick and twisted activities, wanting to turn all the world gay, forcing your presence all over social media. I know all I need to know, but it's clear you don't know the scripture that you clearly want to debase and defile.<</s>> People had started to gather, wanting to know what I would say next, who would be victorious in our confrontation. <div id="choices2"><<if $smarts gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>I know my enemy">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I have read the Bible in its entirety, and have read about the Bible from educated scholars and even people of religion. Your claims are unfounded, I'm truly sorry.<</s>> There was an odd apprehension as not only the person I was debating, but the whole rival stand was on edge with what I was saying. <<s Author>>I understand having your whole reality pulled from under your feet. Trust me, I do. For a while there, God was the only comfort I had from the pain of losing a person close to me. And the only way I was able to get through it was love. My God's love towards me and mine towards the rest. Yet here you are, instead of preaching for the kindness that your religion brings, calling for the eradication of a group of people that, whether you like it or not, exists. God is love, and love is love.<</s>> The small crowd started clapping for my heartfelt speech, migrating towards our stand to see what we are calling for. I kept eye contact with the stranger. <<s Author>>And if you ever feel like talking about love, our hands are always open.<</s>> The cherry on top of my argument, I open my arms wide as their lord and savior once did for them, before turning to our stand to talk to our new crowd. //This was a success!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I know my enemy" "Not smart<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Claim he is gay">><<less "open" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Well you know what? You're gay!<</s>> The gathered crowd created the audible gasp that I was expecting, as I continued my verbal assault: <<s Author>>For someone that claims that they're against gay stuff, you've really gone all out to know your enemy. How intimately do you know your enemy, huh?<</s>> My intentions clear, I waited for his answer. <<s stranger>>It's not my fault your people keep sharing all this sick, twisted stuff all over the web! One cannot go anywhere without pop-up ads calling for gay sex!<</s>> The debate was getting heated, as I attacked him back. <<s Author>>Your actions have pushed them to the offensive! Also, what websites are you visiting that you receive ads for gay sex? Are you masturbating to gay porn?<</s>> A few chuckles were heard here and there, as he immediately tries to save face: <<s stranger>>No I don't! I'm straight.<</s>> <<s Author>>So straight porn?<</s>> <<s stranger>>Of course!<</s>> <<s Author>>Masturbation is a sin.<</s>> If I had a mic, that's the moment I'd have dropped it in. The debate ended as his friends collected him back to their stand, I noticed that while I won it I didn't collect the audience I was hoping for, but did progress nevertheless. //Maybe I shouldn't have attacked the individual, but rather his logic?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Try to recuperate">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Unable to come up with a solid counter-argument, I backtrack. <<s Author>>You're wrong! We preach love to everyone! Even children!<</s>> <<s stranger>>And you tell me you're not pedophiles.<</s>> I feel the sting of his insult deep inside, as <<light Jasmin>> steps in to save the day: <<s Jasmin>>What my stupid friend here is saying and failing to share, is that the only thing that the LGBT community does is argue for peace and love, as that's our only message, just like yours.<</s>> Taking her leave, she grabs me along to a secluded place. <<s Jasmin>>That was an absolute disaster. You humiliated us.<</s>> <<s Author>>You called me stupid.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's because you are! Look I know you're better than this but I haven't seen it yet. That was shit. Next time, consult me before you go about prancing around showing everyone how dumb you are.<</s>> The sting of her words rang strong in me. //That really hurt... But she was right...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Sex appeal should bring in a wider audience">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Only way to fight conservatives with ancient views of how life should be? Be the exact opposite. Enhancing my own features to the best of my ability, I choose to use my curves and natural sex appeal to collect people's attention, calling for my friend to do the same: <<s Author>>Come on Jasmin. It'll be good for the HRC.<</s>> Not sure whether she's doing it for the cause or for her own satisfaction, <<light Jasmin>> loses her sweater, approaching passersby and putting on a sultry show to collect them. Success after success follows as we start collecting a wider audience. Soon after, the attention grows stale, as the people we had managed to gather don't seem entirely convinced of joining the HRC or of the cause we're fighting for. //We need to do something about this...// <div id="choices2"><<if $bisex gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Kiss Jasmin on the lips to gather interest">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<replace "#choices2">>Turning to my friend, a beautifully queer thought came to my mind, as I whispered to her. <<s Author>>What if we kissed? I'm sure these suckers would gobble it all up.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>We are calling for queer rights after all...<</s>> Leaning in towards each other, <<light Jasmin>> and I lock lips, kissing each other in front of strangers. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/lgbt1-jasminkiss.jpg">>A clash of emotions fly through me as our kiss gives me small tingles. We separate shortly after. <<s stranger>>More!<</s>> One of the guys, looking at us, is so excited by what he sees. I look back at <<light Jasmin>>. <<if $Jasmin gte 15>><<add "arousal" 20>>She is smiling, stealing glances at my lips. Going for broke, I lean in again as our lips clash with more passion and fervor than before, really doing its number on me as I allow myself to give a soft moan. We separate, trying to catch our breath, as the crowd that had gathered cheers for us in the background. I smile at my friend as she smiles back. <<s Jasmin>>So, who's joining?<</s>> Our activity is ultimately a success, the audience we had gathered translating into supporters of queer rights. //The true success was that hot kiss!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<else>>She is smiling as she looks at the rest of the people there: <<s Jasmin>>It's gonna cost you! Join the HRC and you might just see this again!<</s>> Ever the hustler, she keeps the goal in mind as the audience translates into supporters of queer rights. I'm happy to help her with that, yet the thought of that kiss lingers in my mind... //I wish I was closer to her, maybe we would've kissed...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss Jasmin on the lips to gather interest" "I'm not ready for this (not bi<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'> enough)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Fool the guy you've been talking to to join">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Talking to a nerdy dude, I give my best performance ever in trying to get him to join. <<s stranger>>I don't know... People will think I am gay.<</s>> His apprehension to sign on was based on his homophobia, and I called him out for it. <<s Author>>Seriously? I tell you that gay people are being persecuted against, and you tell me you don't want people to THINK you're gay? Are you gay?<</s>> <<s stranger>>No I'm not.<</s>> <<s Author>>Then what do you care what people think?<</s>> I soften up. <<s Author>>What matters is you. What you think and believe. I don't think you're gay.<</s>> Batting my eyelashes, I place my hand on his knee, slowly leaning forward, giving him a look at my cleavage. He falls for it. <<s stranger>>I'm not gay...<</s>> <<s Author>>You're not.<</s>> With the way he's eating up what I'm serving, I am sure he isn't. <<s Author>>Sign here.<</s>> I get him to sign the petition, hoping he won't think there would be anything between us in the future. //Fooling men is so easy!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Fool the guy I've been talking to to join" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Do nothing, what we did so far is good">><<replace "#choices2">>We should quit while we're ahead. Even though we're not able to translate all our audience into HRC members, we still were able to spread a message of acceptance and were able to have a somewhat successful campaign. Now people know that being queer is not so wrong, right? //Maybe if I was more courageous, things would have been different...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "There's nothing we can do">><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>At a loss for options, I find myself unable to come up with something that would benefit our campaign in facing this new foe. Later in the day, as we're wrapping up having convinced no one to sign up for the HRC or to fight for queer rights, one of our members is approached by a member from the other stand. A short conversation later, they resign from the HRC and choose to stop coming to our meetings, claiming that we are straying them away from religion. //That was an absolute disaster!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><center><h2>- II -</h2> <<pic "Ellis">>An HRC member and overall great person<</pic>></center><<set $Ellis to 0>><<set $metellis to true>><<pickup $club "metellis" 1>> Things have been looking up for our club lately, with a lot of new members decding to join. We were now up to <<print $hrctotal>> members, each more unique than the one before and with an electric personality. Decisions were starting to be difficult to take, but we were headed in the right direction, with <<light Jasmin>> leading the efforts<<if $hrcrole is "Vice">> and me as her right hand woman<<else>>.<</if>> So when <<light Ellis>>, one of the new members of the club who I've had a couple of talks with in the past came up to us with a suggest of their own, <<light Jasmin>> was still on edge from the pressure of her position: <<s Jasmin>>What exactly are you proposing?<</s>> <<light Ellis>>, taken aback by the strength of character that my friend displayed but still eager to prove themselves, spoke clearly: <<s Ellis>>For people who do not fit in the gender binary, there are no toilet choices at this school. This is very frustrating and should be dealt with adequately, and I believe the HRC can help with that.<</s>> I remembered my previous conversations with <<light Ellis>>, where they shared the fact that they were trans and went by they/them pronouns. While previously hesitant to speak out about their own struggles at school, they were feeling empowered to speak out now. <<s Ellis>>All I ask is that we use our power to push for a more inclusive school, and offer support to the humans whose rights are being taken from them.<</s>> There was a deeper reason behind their request for a change, and I was yet to discover that. Maybe a conversation is in line... <<s Jasmin>>I'm sorry...<</s>> The person's name elluded my friend. <<s Ellis>>Ellis.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'm sorry Ellis, but we're currently trying our best to juggle all of the balls of the club, and were just informed that we need to choose a professor to chaperone our club, and it's not to our benefit to butt heads with the school on these manners. You're a smart girl, and surely understand the complications that such a thing might bring...<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Correct the misgendering">><<add "Ellis" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $club "ellisaid" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stay silent and watch this person get steamrolled. <<s Author>>Ellis goes by they/them pronouns, Jasmin. And I'm sure this issue can be resolved without too much effort on our end.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>, frustrated by my intrusion, turned to me. <<s Jasmin>>Are you saying you're willing to take over this task in your own time?<</s>> She raised her eyebrow at me. I looked at <<light Ellis>>, then back at my friend. <<s Author>>Yes. I'll take care of it.<</s>> I announced, willing to help a person in need. <<light Ellis>> smiled wide as they thanked me for my aid. <<s Ellis>>Thank you! Thank you so much! I have resources that we could use and I can help in-<</s>> They beamed and shared all they had with me. There was still something hidden behind their intentions, but I figured I might need to get closer to them to find out what that was. //I might meet them wandering around school and have that deeper conversation...// //And I might want to look into that bathroom situation to get it sorted...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>See what Ellis would do">><<less "hrctotal" 1>><<pickup $club "ellisdenied" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Watching on, I see a frustrated <<light Ellis>> speak out a bit louder. <<s Ellis>>I'm non-binary. My pronouns are they/them.<</s>> They began, before continuing: <<s Ellis>>And this issue immediately impacts me. If the HRC is not willing to help me with it, then I don't really know what I'm doing here anymore.<</s>> <<light Ellis>> stormed off, angry at the situation and what was happening. <<light Jasmin>> turned to me. <<s Jasmin>>Will you talk to her when you see her around? I mean them... Soften the blow?<</s>> I nodded to my friend, taking that new responsibility. //I might meet them wandering around school to talk about the situation...// //And I might want to look into that bathroom situation to get it sorted...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><center><h2>- III -</h2></center> <<s Author>>We need to do something! Anything!<</s>> I was being vocal, talking to <<light Jasmin>> about our recent activities at the club. <<s Jasmin>>Without anyone to chaperone us, we can't go about doing any big events.<</s>> She explained. There was our conundrum. We needed to have a chaperone to make events, and we needed events to attract a chaperone. <<s Author>>We need an alternative then. Something that is not in the name of the HRC but holds our values.<</s>> <<s stranger>>That might work, no?<</s>> One of the members chipped in. <<s Jasmin>>What did you have in mind?<</s>> I had nothing in mind. Thankfully, someone else barged in on the conversation. <<s Ellis>>What about a movie night?<</s>> They asked. <<light Ellis>>' idea was a nice one. <<s Jasmin>>Honestly, that's not so bad. What are we thinking of showing?<</s>> My president friend seemed to be on board for this. <<s Ellis>>There's a musical called The Prom.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Haven't heard of it.<</s>> My friend was honest in her unawareness. <<s Ellis>>It has only the greatest stars acting in it. Meryl Streep, what's his name, that fat guy that always sings?<</s>> <<s Author>>Pavarotti?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sorry, I meant the overweight artists that- James Corden!<</s>> They remembered the name. <<s Jasmin>>Did you just say Pavarotti?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Regardless, it's a nice movie to show, perfect for high school students, and with queer themes that we can rope into the HRC's goals.<</s>> It felt to me like <<light Ellis>> had that answer right with them. Regardless, it was indeed a good idea. <<s Ellis>>So what do we say?<</s>> There was nothing wrong with that idea. <<s Jasmin>>We'll have it be on Saturday night, what do you say?<</s>> My friend suggested. <<s Author>>That'd be perfect.<</s>> Everyone agreed on this, we made sure to advertise for the event for the remainder of our time that day. Let's see what Saturday brings! <<link "Leave" "School">><<pickup $club "MovieAnnounced" 1>><</link>> <<else>>No events for this update. You must have encountered a bug since you're not supposed to see this. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<center><<pic Ellis>>The Non-binary HRC Members with hopes for an inclusive school.<</pic>></center> I approached <<light Ellis>>, eager to have a conversation with them and get to know them better. They greeted me <<if $club.has("ellisaid")>>warmly<<else>>sharply<</if>>, before asking me how I was doing. <<s Author>>I'm doing okay. What about you?<</s>> I asked back. <<s Ellis>>Not so great. I drank a lot of milk this morning and my bladder's killing me.<</s>> I was confused. <<s Author>>Constipation?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>What? No! I just can't go to the toilets here.<</s>> They explained, <<s Ellis>>In one I'm harrassed, in the other I feel eyes watching me in everything I do.<</s>> Not familiar with the situation, I offered a sympathetic nod. <<s Author>>That bathroom thing really is an issue.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Ellis>>Which is why I talked about it at the HRC. It's easily avoidable.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's more to it, isn't there?<</s>> <<light Ellis>> took a moment, looking around for a bit before taking a deep breath for what came next. <<s Ellis>>It's all over social media and the news, and it's absolutely devastating.<</s>> They began, <<s Ellis>>Nex Benedict, a non-binary student in Oklahoma, died because of bullying related to the bathroom they chose to use.<</s>> I felt goosebumps coursing through my body at the tale. <<s Ellis>>Their case is the same as I am, albeit they are white. But they were attacked in a school bathroom because of their gender identity and the way they expressed themselves, and they got killed because of it.<</s>> I could see tears forming in their eyes as they spoke. This subject was close to heart. I could only imagine what it felt like to feel persecuted and attacked even in your most vulnerable moments... <<s Author>>I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry that I didn't understand the gravity of the situation before. I'll see what I can do to help with this situation.<</s>> I placed my hand on their shoulder as I spoke, trying to catch their eyes to show my support. They looked at me, then went in for a hug. I hugged them back, emotional and trying to supress tears of my own. //Something had to be done about this situation. And I was going to deal with it.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<add "Ellis" 1>><<pickup $club "NexStory" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Location: Bathroom">><<pickup $club "Bathroom Discovery" 1>> My wanderings took me to this secluded bathroom on the third floor where the custodial staff usually places their tools. The abandonned toilets were a forgotten location of the school, isolated and forgotten. I looked around, thoughts swirming in my head on how this place could be used for the tricky situation we found ourselves in with <<light Ellis>>. I was eager to help them, yet placing them in such a place isolated from any help should anything like what went down with Nex happen... No. The solution wouldn't be this. It can't be to isolate and seclude people who didn't conform to an outdated view on gender. They had equal rights to anyone else to have accessible sanitation. I found myself in a unique position though, isolated and secluded from all else, as I thought on the situation at hand and what it implied... //I could try to understand <<light Ellis>>' feeling when being in a bathroom they don't belong in, or just leave and come up with a strategy to get things done...// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Imagine being a girl in a male bathroom">><<pickup $club "TransUnderstanding" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I closed my eyes, allowing for my imagination to roam and bring with it thoughts of what a person whose gender expression is different from who they truly were would do in the situation I imagined myself in. I was a girl, right. But I was present in a male bathroom. There were guys around me. Men, staring. Looking at me. Making me feel uneasy. In danger. Out of place. But I was a girl in such a place. What if I was trans? What if I was a man born in the wrong body? They'd still be looking at my body in judgement. They'd still choose on who I am based on my body and not on my true nature. Unless I was passing, there would always be this feeling of being observed, judged, scrutinized. But right now I was a girl in a male bathroom, out of place, observed, looked at, and oggled. I had my boobs and curvacious body, and I was in the wrong bathroom. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>And it felt hot">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 25>><<replace "#choices2">>//And it felt hot...// My hand drifted down my body, unannounced as it traced across my curves floating lower and lower towards its intended destination. The fingers exploring my curves and looking to engage with the fantasy that floated through my head, I allowed my digits to roam as I imagined the eyes staring at me, boring through my soul, a vulnerable butterfly in a place where it didn't belong. <<s Jerome>>Kneel.<</s>> Came the order, carried by a voice in my head. A strong, commanding, masculine voice. And I did, my fingers slipping through the panties and playing with my snatch, spreading my ips open to delve deeper. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>What a slut.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Someone's out of place.<</s>> The voices swirled in my head, carrying echoes of ones I knew, of ones that I'd want to dominate and subjugate me. I was a vulnerable girl in a foreign bathroom, and- *Clang!* Something clashed in the empty corridors outside, shaking me from my stupor as I rushed to my feet. I was a vulnerable girl in a secluded bathroom, and someone was near. Fearing for the encounter and unwilling to have to explain myself, I rushed out of the bathroom and quickly made my way through the corridors and away from this location. The janitor looked at me confused as I passed him, not really caring for my naughty activity from moments earlier. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "And it felt odd">><<replace "#choices2">>//And it felt odd...// Opening my eyes, I looked around me at the still empty bathroom, the imagined situation now gone as I took bearing of where I was and what I had going on. I chuckled to myself at the situation, now having had a deeper understanding of the situation, before heading out to find an adequate solution to the issue at hand. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Time to leave">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not really interested in whatever fantasy or thoughts might come out from this small adventure, I choose to ignore the call for imagination and leave the bathroom to look for other more valuable things to do. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "The principal's Office">><<pickup $club "metprincipal" 1>><<set _argue to 0>> Choosing to get the show on the road and fight for <<light Ellis>>' right to open sanitation, I decided to head to the principal's office to bring up the issue and discuss it. After waiting for a short while outside of her office, I am let in to meet the principal, regal looking at her wide desk. <<pic Priscilla>><</pic>> Her fake smile was quick to appear as she greeted me. <<s Priscilla>><<print $name>>! Good as always to see you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Likewise, doctor.<</s>> She had a Doctorate in education, and made sure to always remind us of it. A bit of flattery wouldn't hurt my case. <<s Priscilla>>To what do I owe the pleasure?<</s>> Her face turned stern, willing to hear me out but urging me not to lose her "precious" time. <<s Author>>It's about bathrooms, ma'am. They're not the best and an issue was made apparent to me recently.<</s>> Her eyebrow raised. <<s Priscilla>>Bathrooms? But you're a girl, we make sure yours are always pristine. You also make it easy.<</s>><<if $leoevent gte 2>><br>I thought back to my encounter with <<light Leo>>, and I could agree that the difference between ours and the male bathrooms was huge.<</if>> <<s Author>>It isn't about that, although I do thank you for keeping that in check.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>I'm one of you girl, I get icky about my bathroom stuff as well.<</s>> She looked at me again, willing me to state my case. <<s Author>>It's about gender-neutral bathrooms. For people that do not conform to traditional gender roles to feel more comfortable going to the toilet at school.<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>Why would worry myself about such a thing? That's neither educative nor helpful for a school like ours!<</s>> Came her immediate response. <<s Priscilla>>Additionally, if we give them such a place, who's to say outsiders won't make it into these "exclusive" bathrooms? Next thing you know everyone at school will frequent them and the situation will turn sour very quickly.<</s>> Her opinion regarding the matter was obvious, and I needed to study my words carefully to convince her of my point of view. <<if $club.has("TransUnderstanding")>><<linkreplace "Share Trans Experiences">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>><<light Priscilla>> looked at me sternly, before deciding to add: <<s Priscilla>>Then again, I figure we could always find a secluded bathroom someplace to give them...<</s>> Her idea, while well-meaning, was clearly the wrong approach to me, as I thought back to my own encounter at the third floor bathroom and the impact it had on me. <<s Author>>I would advise against it, Ma'am.<</s>> I spoke out. <<s Author>>Rather than give them a space to feel safe, you'd be further alienating them and pushing them away. This will have a negative impact, and won't minimize the societal pressure they'd feel from such a thing.<</s>> She looked at me with understanding. <<s Priscilla>>You have a point. But the issue remains to find an adequate solution that would fit all parties. I remain afraid of unexpected harrassment.<</s>> <<s Author>>The harrassment already happens, doctor. Trans students at school constantly feel out of place in these gendered locations, and they are further scrutinized by transphobes that feel entitled to these places.<</s>> I explained to her the truth I had recently found out.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've talked to Ellis at school">><</if>> <<if $club.has("NexStory")>><<linkreplace "Tell the tale of Nex">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>><<s Author>>I'm sure you heard the news about the recent tragedy that befell a non-binary student in Oklahoma?<</s>> I countered, making an assumption that would work out either way. <<s Priscilla>>Enlighten me.<</s>> Her request was straightforward. <<s Author>>Nex Benedict, a non-binary 16 year old, was attacked in their school bathrooms by other female students for their gender identity and for being "out of place". Nex was assigned female at birth, frequented female bathrooms, and still met their untimely death at the hands of their peers. They conformed, and even then it wasn't enough. I believe we can do better by our fellow trans students, which is why I am making this request in the first place.<</s>> I spoke out for the injustice of a child that only wanted to belong and find themselves. <<s Priscilla>>That's heart-wrenching...<</s>> I could see the doctor take in this new piece of information, and work it through their mind. <<s Author>>Aiding students in need and helping them in feeling more at home is obviously a school priority, and I believe that by doing that you'll be able to bridge the gap.<</s>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've visited the school toilets">><</if>> <<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<linkreplace "Use Debate knowledge">><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set _argue += 1>>There was a gap in the principal's argument regarding the gravity of the situation and its consequences should anything be done about it, and thankfully, thanks to my work with the Debate Club, I could point out that fallacy in her logic: <<s Author>>That's a slippery slope there, doctor.<</s>> She looked confused, not at the word, but rather at what slope she had slipped on. <<s Author>>Saying that creating gender neutral bathrooms will lead to complete chaos and unmitigated danger. It's a fallacy. We don't know that this would be the outcome of it, and by all sense and purposes, I believe that would be entirely avoidable should we do things properly.<</s>> I explained with confidence, glad to have taken these extra-curricular activities. <<s Priscilla>>It was a figure of speech.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know, doctor. But it is still unlogical in its premise.<</s>> She nodded, taking my comment into account, as she gave the idea serious thought.<</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "I should've seen the Slippery Slope fallacy in the debate club.">><</if>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Priscilla>><</pic>><<if _argue gte 2>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<pickup $club "nbbath" 1>><<add "reputation" 5>><<light Priscilla>>, the school's principal, looked at me sternly, thoughtful about everything I had said and all the arguments I have presented. <<s Priscilla>>I'll see what I can do. There's some value in what you've presented and I think it would be the right thing to do to see this through.<</s>> She announced, thoughtful. I couldn't help but smile. <<s Author>>Thank you, doctor!<</s>> She gave me half a smile back. <<s Priscilla>>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls.<</s>> She dismissed me, showing me to the door, as I walked away. <<pic Ellis>><</pic>> Outside of her office, I found a wide-eyed <<light Ellis>>. <<s Ellis>>Well?<</s>> They expectantly asked, hoping for good news. <<s Author>>She's working on it.<</s>> Rushing to me, <<light Ellis>> picked me up in their arms, hugging me tightly as they suffocated me. <<s Ellis>>Oh my god thank you do much! You have no idea how much this means to me!<</s>> They beemed with joy. <<s Author>>It might take a few days, but I'm hoping for good news.<</s>> I shared, happy to see my friend happy. <<s Ellis>>That truly means a lot to me! I will never be able to thank you enough. I owe you.<</s>> They thought for a bit. <<s Ellis>>We all owe you, the whole trans community at school.<</s>> //There was a community at school?// I smiled sweetly at them. <<s Author>>Can I breathe now?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh yeah sorry.<</s>> They let go of me, still radiating joy. <<s Ellis>>I can't wait to tell them all!<</s>> <<else>><<pickup $club "nonbbath" 1>><<light Priscilla>>, the school's principal, sternly looked at me, frustrated by my request and the time I must've costed her. <<s Priscilla>>Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do about this situation. The school board is in charge of these things and they're not quite willing to budge on the matter.<</s>> I felt frustrated at the bureaucracy of it all, and at how dismissive she was of my request. <<s Author>>But ma'am...<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>It's doctor for you, dear.<</s>> She dryly cut me off. <<s Priscilla>>Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls.<</s>> She dismissed me, showing me to the door, as I walked away. <<pic Ellis>><</pic>> Outside of her office, I found a wide-eyed <<light Ellis>>. <<s Ellis>>Well?<</s>> They expectantly asked, hoping for good news. I couldn't find myself to form words even, as I looked at them defeated. Their emotions turned sour, as they tried to hold themselves together. <<s Ellis>>Oh. Oh well at least you tried, right?<</s>> They were devastated and it showed. //I wished I could do more for them, but unfortunately it seemed like I wasn't ready for this conversation.//<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <center><h1>LGBT Final Event</h1><h2>Movie Night</h2></center>Our club somehow managed to gain access to the school's auditorium for today's movie night. It was a weekend, and yet here were a lot of my friends having made their way to school, excited for the movie night. <<light Jasmin>> approached me. <<s Jasmin>>Gotta give credit where it is due. Ellis' idea is amazing.<</s>> She said, smiling at the positive turnout. <<s Author>>I know, right? I can't wait to see the movie.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh I don't care at all about the movie. I'm sneaking off with Jerome for some fun. My father would have no idea.<</s>> She announced, smiling wide. That tracks. <<s Jasmin>>Can you take care of things while I'm away? You know, just make sure everything runs smoothly.<</s>> I couldn't deny my friend, despite the kind of game that she intended to be playing while I held down the fort. <<s Author>>I've got it. Have your fun.<</s>> Her smile widened as she walked away. I looked around at the big number of people that had made it, and that were starting to filter into the auditorium. <<s Ellis>>Imagine how much money we'd have made had we sold popcorn!<</s>> An approaching <<light Ellis>> spoke, claiming my attention. <<s Author>>Ellis, I gotta say, this event is shaping up really well. All thanks to you.<</s>> They smiled at me. <<s Ellis>>You've been really helpful, <<print $name>>. Despite all the back and forth, you keep pushing.<</s>> They said, returning the compliment. <<s Ellis>>You know... I was there that day when you created that stand fighting for LGBT rights. The way you defended us... I felt seen. I felt like I belonged to this community in the hrc.<</s>> They shared, and I immediately felt goosebumps filling me. <<s Ellis>>You're a true ally.<</s>> They said finally, placing their hand on my shoulder, before moving away to converse with a few of their friends. I was touched by their words. <<link "Time to filter in" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/theater.jpg" "Choose your seat">>As people started walking in to grab their seats, I pondered on my options on who I could sit next to at this event, which of my friends I felt like sharing a seat with. I noticed <<light Yara>> roping <<light Eva>> in to sit next to her, both of them headed for somewhere in the back rows. <<if $yaraevent gte 3 and $evaevent gte 3>>I felt close enough to the both of them to consider sitting around them.<<else>>Despite them being my close friends, I felt like I needed to be closer to them to be able to sit with them.<</if>> On another side, <<light Leo>> was grabbing his seat alone. <<if $leoevent gte 3>>As he turned to look around, he noticed me, waving me over and showing the empty seat next to him.<<else>>Although I'd have liked to sit next to him, I don't think he'd be comfortable watching such a movie next to me. Its themes might be delicate for him at the moment.<</if>> Another option I found myself considering was the enigmatic, charismatic <<light Ellis>>. While they weren't such a close person to me, I found myself slowly warming up to them in these past few weeks. Sharing a seat with them in a movie that they chose might be a good option, and would sure to be a fun time. <div id="choices">//My options were mine, what would I choose?// <<if $evaevent gte 3 and $yaraevent gte 3>><<link "Join Eva and Yara">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $club "MovieEvaYara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't miss joining my two female friends in watching this film. <<s Author>>Hey girls. Is there a place for me?<</s>> I approached them, awkwardly walking sideways to reach them between the seats. <<s Yara>>Hey! Of course, you can sit here next to me.<</s>> The commanding athletic friend announced, patting the seat at her side. I grabbed my seat next to her, and she immediately hooked her hand behind my back. <<s Yara>>This film is gonna be amazing. Thanks for doing this!<</s>> <<s Author>>I did nothing, it's the club.<</s>> I replied honestly. <<s Yara>>Which you are a part of. So thank you.<</s>> She said, playing softly with my hair before letting go and retreating her arm. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable with her slight possessiveness. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. At one point, in the lull of the film and that musical number that no one really cares about, I turned to look at my friends and see how they found the film. I don't know whether or not I expected it. I don't know what I felt. But seeing <<light Yara>>'s arm around <<light Eva>>'s shoulder stirred something in me. Whether it was jealousy or possessiveness or simply feeling played, I don't know. But I found myself watching them. <<light Yara>> turned and noticed me watching. Her soft demeanor lulled me in a sense of comfort, as her hand reached out and held mine. I looked down, seeing our interlaced fingers, then looked back up at her. She blew me a kiss, then nodded at her shoulder. I leaned in. <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Join Eva and Yara" "Not close enough.">><</if>> <<if $leoevent gte 3>><<link "Sit with Leo">><<pickup $club "MovieLeo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend <<light Leo>> smiled as I awkwardly made my way sideways to the seat he had saved up next to him. <<s Leo>>Hey friend! Excited for the film?<</s>> <<s Author>>From the way Ellis spoke about it, it's bound to be an interesting watch!<</s>> I said, eager. <<s Leo>>Who's Ellis?<</s>> He asked, before remembering: <<s Leo>>Oh the non-binary senior! Yeah they're definitely cool!<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s appreciation of our queer friend was a nice sight, and was quite telling. I preferred to remain silent. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. As the movie found its lull in the musical number that no one really cares about, I looked over to <<light Leo>>, fully engaged in the film. <<s Author>>Liking it so far?<</s>> I whispered to him. <<s Leo>>I love musicals and I didn't know this one existed. What a beautiful world!<</s>> He said, fully engaged in the scene. I looked him up and down. <<s Author>>It's nice seeing you so engaged. You're basically squirming in your seat!<</s>> I said. He looked at me awkwardly. <<s Leo>>Yeah... It's because of the movie.<</s>> The simple way he said it made me understand there was something more. I frowned at him. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing, nothing. It's the film.<</s>> He said, looking back at the movie, trying to ignore the conversation. His hand betrayed him, moving down to adjust his pants. <<s Author>>You're wearing the underwear I got you, didn't you?<</s>> I said. He looked at me shyly. <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Sit with Leo" "Not close enough.">><</if>> <<link "Choose Ellis">><<replace "#choices">>As I made my way to <<light Ellis>>, they were quick to greet me and the seat adjacent to theirs. <<s Ellis>>I'm glad you're sitting next to me, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The way they always made me feel valued was nice. I felt myself blush slightly at their words. <<s Author>>The pleasure is all mine.<</s>> I said back. <<s Ellis>>Have you seen the film?<</s>> I shook my head no. <<s Ellis>>It'll help you relate to people like us. To the community.<</s>> They said with a smile. <<s Author>>What tells you I don't relate?<</s>> They kept the smile, and turned to the screen as the movie started. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-scene.jpg" "The Prom">> As the movie started, I found myself engaged with the actions on the screen, and the struggle of the main character. There was something beautiful in the way the topic of being queer at school was dealt with. I thought about our own school, and the way they treated people of the queer community. It's clubs like ours that give these people a true fighting chance. Our work was essential. I turned towards <<light Ellis>>, engaging them in a conversation. <<s Author>>Is that how it feels?<</s>> I said, intrigued. <<s Ellis>>At times, yes. You feel bad in your own skin.<</s>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<s Author>>I've felt that before. That longing for something I cannot get.<</s>> I said, opening up for a bit. They looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Ellis>>Are you saying you might be...?<</s>> Their question hung in the air. I took a breather, wanting to answer.<<else>><<s Author>>I can't imagine what that feels like. I wish I could help somehow.<</s>> I announced. They placed their hand on mine, holding it. <<s Ellis>>You're doing a lot already.<</s>> they smiled at me, but my mind was still stuck to the fingers holding me. Why was I feeling so... tense?<</if>> <<link "Lights Off!" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/movie-techdif.jpg" "Please stand by">> <div id='continue'>As the intensity of the moment rose between me and my friend, suddenly the screen turned off, plunging the whole room in darkness. It was not part of the show, and I barely saw <<light Ellis>> immediately standing to attention in the dim emergency light that remained. They rushed to the control room, looking to solve the issue. I had a duty to aid them and make sure everything worked properly, afte rall that was <<light Jasmin>>'s request of me. <<if $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>My hand removed itself from between <<light Yara>>'s possessive fingers with pain. I wanted to stay, make use of the darkness of the moment, show her I was willing... But duty called. Excusing myself, I made my way to the control room at the back of the auditorium. <<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>>I wanted to stay, drill <<light Leo>> more about his hidden secret, yet duty called me elsewhere. <<s Author>>I'll be right back.<</s>> I told him as I headed towards the control room at the back of the auditorium.<<else>>Duty called me to follow my friend to the control room at the back of the auditorium.<</if>> <<s Author>>Hey is everything okay here?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sabotage.<</s>> The one word explained what had happened, and I felt myself heat up at it. Why would anyone want to ruin this evening? <<s Author>>What can we do?<</s>> I asked. <<s Ellis>>Thankfully, I know myself around these stuff. Can you plug that in right there?<</s>> They pointed me towards the electrical line. <<link "Plug it in, hoping for the best">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/electricity.jpg">> Thankfully, that put everything back on track for us, and moments later <<light Ellis>> turned the projector back on. <<s Ellis>>And... Play.<</s>> They pressed the play button, and the loud voice of the movie startled everyone in the room. <<light Ellis>> rushed to lower the voice. <<s Ellis>>These fuckers played with the sound too.<</s>> They made quick work of solving the issue, the movie now back on track. <<s Ellis>>I'm staying here to make sure this isn't repeated.<</s>> They announced. I looked down at the auditorium through the window of the control room. <<if $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>My two friends were still in their spots, having drifted even closer than before. A pang of jealousy struck me as I watched their bodies interlaced like that.<<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>><<light Leo>> worriedly looked around him, before moving his attention back to the movie, engaged. His naughty secret only his to enjoy.<<else>>Everything was back on track, and our crowd was back to being engaged in the movie, having forgotten about the issue.<</if>> <<s Ellis>>You're free to go back down there if you want.<</s>> They continued, pulling my attention to them again. I made my choice... <div id="choices"><<link "Stay there with Ellis" "LGBT Movie Night">><<pickup $club "MovieEllis" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><</link>> <<if $club.has("MovieLeo") or $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>><<link "Go back to your seat" "LGBT Movie Night">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Go back to your seat" "Why leave Ellis alone?">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieEllis")>><<pic Ellis>>The non-binary friend. Friendship: <<print $Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Author>>I'm staying here with you.<</s>> I announced, not wanting them to stay alone here. They gave me an acknowledging smile. <<s Ellis>>Why would anyone want to ruin the event for us?<</s>> They thought to themselves, asking the question to no one. <<s Author>>I don't quite know. It's petty.<</s>> I said, emphasizing with them. <<s Ellis>>Talk about irony. We're watching a movie about queer people being persecuted and being made less-than. And someone decides to attack us.<</s>> <<s Author>>Quite telling.<</s>> They took a moment, before talking. <<s Ellis>>Hey about earlier.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's fine. Weird. But fine.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Sure you're just an ally?<</s>> They asked, eyes piercing through me. I didn't have an answer to the question. Had they asked before the new year, I'd have answered them differently. But now... Things are different for me. <<s Author>>Honestly? I don't know.<</s>> They gave me a compassionate look, slowly moving closer. <<s Ellis>>Is it gender or...?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sexual orientation.<</s>> I answered. They nodded, understanding what I was saying. Moved even closer. <<s Ellis>>Hey I get you, that's normal. Just when I thought I had things figured out with my gender and the way I expressed myself... Boom, women and femininity started becoming attractive to me.<</s>> They explained, before continuing. <<s Ellis>>For a long time I struggled with femininity, but once I found the word "non-binary" everything made sense to me. I didn't care to be feminine in the traditional sense, but do like some feminine things.<</s>> They looked at me, I looked back. We were subtly drifting closer, our backs resting against one of the empty shelves in the room. <<s Ellis>>And I found that I was attracted to feminine, beautiful girls. Like you.<</s>> Say what you will, it felt good being hit on like that. For once I didn't have a smart reply. <<light Ellis>> really knew how to put the moves on. Then they leaned closer, their faces inches away from mine, their lips forming a slight smirk. <<s Ellis>>And these feminine, beautiful girls were just as attracted to me. Despite me being non-binary.<</s>> They announced. <<s Ellis>>I loved turning them bi.<</s>> I felt my heart flutter with a sense of trepidation. I so wanted to lean in and kiss them. To taste their lips... <<s Ellis>>You know, if you do kiss me, you'd definitely not be straight.<</s>> They warned me, their voice floating through my hazy mind. I took a split second to think of what to do. <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Passionately kiss them">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was definitely not straight. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-kiss.jpg">> I leaned in for the kiss, eager to taste them and feel them against me, my body rushing to press against them. While stunned by my initial approach, they later took it in stride, eager to seduce me with their lips. And boy did they know how to kiss. A perfect balance between forceful and soft, their beautiful kisses raised my passion for them, as their hands drifted behind me to hold me close. I felt safe, comforted, eager to be kissing them back and feel their body against mine. I was loving their passionate kisses and was trading them back. <<s Ellis>>Oh you're gay gay.<</s>> They said, before kissing me again, smirking through their kissing. <<s Author>>For you.<</s>> I said, moving back in. Our bodies were floating around each other's, a beautiful tango of love and passion, as we kissed one another with passion and vigor. I had the hots for them, and I showed it. They were reciprocating these intense feelings too. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-morekiss.jpg">> <<s Ellis>>You're good.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're perfect.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>I know.<</s>> The confidence they spoke with turned me on. Were all non-binary people that attractive? They had to be, they built themselves up to be so! The movie soon ended, us still distracted by our passionate kissing. <<s stranger>>Turn the lights on! We can't see where we're going!<</s>> A voice called out from the auditorium below, hidden from sight. <<light Ellis>> moved me away just a bit, before flipping the switch for the lights. <<s Ellis>>We'll have to carry this another time.<</s>> They announced. I felt needy, but nodded in acceptance. //When would next time be?// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Passionately kiss them" "Bisexuality not high enough">><</if>> <<if $Ellis gte 3 or $bisex gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I'd like to try it">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Ellis" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I don't know if it was because I felt close to them or because I was actually curious of what something like this would feel like, but I leaned into the feeling as I felt myself nodding as I spoke: <<s Author>>I'd like to try it.<</s>> I announced, looking at them and what they do. They smirked, gave a soft nod, and spoke: <<s Ellis>>You can always back away.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/ellis-kiss.jpg">> They leaned in, their lips pressing against mine, the softness of them clashing with the strength of their kiss. I felt myself lean forward a bit. <<light Ellis>> moved back, looking at me. My lips slowly parted. They smiled and leaned back in, placing another kiss on them as their tongue went out to softly play with my lips. I moved back. <<s Ellis>>Was that too much?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not at all. I just want to savor it.<</s>> This time, I was the one to lean in and kiss them, my own tongue coming out to play and tickle their lips. <<s Ellis>>Another one bites the dust.<</s>> They said in between kisses, loving me back and fighting me with their own tongue. The beautiful balance between strength and softness in them made me fall even deeper in the hole. <<s Ellis>>You're a good kisser.<</s>> They announced as we took a break. <<s stranger>>Turn the lights on! We can't see where we're going!<</s>> A voice called out from the auditorium below, hidden from sight. It turned out the movie had ended while we were distracted by our naughty activity. <<light Ellis>> moved me away just a bit, before flipping the switch for the lights. <<s Ellis>>We'll have to carry this another time.<</s>> They announced. I wasn't ready to end it, but accepted the verdict nonetheless. //When would next time be?// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $bisex gte 3>><<dark "I'd like to try it" "Not close enough">><<elseif $Ellis gte 3>><<dark "I'd like to try it." "Not bisexual enough">><</if>> <<if $smarts lte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>You're basically a man">><<less "Ellis" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I tried to give myself a logical explanation to what I was about to do. <<s Author>>You're basically a man, that doesn't make me queer.<</s>> As I leaned in softly to kiss them, they moved away. <<s Ellis>>Seriously? No. I am not "basically a man".<</s>> They frowned at me. <<s Ellis>>I am more than that, and not that at all. I'm not even on the binary, <<print $name>>.<</s>> They were actually sad, furious at my statement. <<s Author>>I'm sorry. I'm not gay.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Kissing me wouldn't make you gay. I'm not a girl either.<</s>> They were quick to reply. <<s Ellis>>Maybe you are just an ally. A confused one, at that.<</s>> They said, moving away. There goes that opportunity. <<s Author>>Sorry. I guess I still have a lot to learn.<</s>> I said, taking my distance. <<s Ellis>>You do.<</s>> And on that bitter tone, we spent the next half an hour guarding the location silently, watching the movie from our perched spot. It honestly was a beautiful movie... But I felt uneasy about my actions. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "You're basically a man" "We're smart enough to know that they're not.">><</if>> <<link "Maybe it's better not to do this">><<replace "#choices">>At these statements, at the mention of what kissing them might mean for my person, I felt myself hesitate. <<s Author>>I think... Maybe I'm not ready to answer that question.<</s>> I said, moving away. They smiled softly at me. <<s Ellis>>I get you. There is no pressure in finding yourself.<</s>> They said, moving back as well and giving me my space. <<s Ellis>>Though if you ever feel like discussing the subject with me, I'm always open to it.<</s>> They announced, their smile still radiating. I felt myself smile back in recognition. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I then thought to add: <<s Author>>At least I know that with people like you and me, I'd be safe to show rejection.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Oh that's for sure.<</s>> They replied, suddenly thoughtful. I kept it at that, moving my attention back to the movie and the actions happening on the screen. I might've been growing open to experiences, but I felt like something in me drew lines to certain things. I was happy to be finding myself more as time went by. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieLeo")>><div id='continue'><<s Author>>Thank you for taking care of this.<</s>> I told my friend before heading back towards my seat, eager to find an answer to my question about <<light Leo>>. But lo and behold, as I made my way towards him in his seat, I noticed him standing to walk out in a hurry, his mind surely plagued by our recent encounter. I really had to see where this would take us. Silently, I followed him out, him not noticing my presence, as he made his way towards the bathroom. Yet again, my friend had decided to visit the women's bathroom. I smiled to myself as I followed him there. <<link "Open the door">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "At the toilets">> The clean bathroom greeted me with its earie silence, broken only by a <<light Leo>> that was situating himself in one of the stalls. I calmly approached the stall. <<s Author>>Hey Leo is everything okay?<</s>> I asked him, voice rising to break the silence. <<s Leo>><<print $name>>. Eum yeah it's all good. I'll see you at our seats.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you sure? You seemed to be out of shape. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable...<</s>> From behind the stall door, <<light Leo>> spoke up. <<s Leo>>Not at all, not at all... I just... Need time.<</s>> He said. There was something weird about this whole thing, but then again my friend was always a weird person. I didn't know whether I should push him for an answer or let it slide... <div id="choices"><<link "Insist that he tells me">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Come on Leo. We're way past this secrecy, don't you think?<</s>> I said through the door, hoping he'd be open to share what seemed to be plaguing him. A moment of silence followed, before he decided to speak up and share: <<s Leo>>I have no idea how you guessed it, but it was the underwear. And now, it's become too tight to just keep sitting there and watch that film.<</s>> He announced, no doubt blushing as his voice cracked. <<s Author>>Seriously? Too tight? You mean...<</s>> My mind was swimming with the possibilities. <<s Leo>>Yes. I don't know why. Maybe it's cause you know what I have on, maybe it's because of the material, or the movie, or being in them in public... I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh Leo that's totally normal. And somehow flattering?<</s>> I said through the door, hearing him squirm inside. <<s Leo>>Yeah. Regardless, I need to deal with it, let it subside, before I can make it back out... Soo...<</s>> He let his voice linger, implying what he needed to do but not quite convincing me with it. I had the opportunity to have some fun of my own in this secluded bathroom. <<light Jasmin>> doesn't have to be the only one to have fun tonight! <div id="choices2"><<link "Insist he opens the stall">><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I felt compelled, I needed... There was something undeniably intriguing about the person inside of the stall and their current predicament. I felt like I needed to see my friend in his underwear, in his boner... <<s Author>>Open the door.<</s>> I called, making my request of him. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>Open the door. You felt something when I called you out in public. Lean into the feeling.<</s>> I explained, tapping softly on the stall door. My tone played around in the pregnant air. Aa few silent, heavy moments later, the stall door opened. Inside, <<light Leo>> had his pants on. <<s Author>>Why are these on? Take them off.<</s>> I said, hoping he'd follow the request. He looked at me, took a moment, then decided to comply. <<s Leo>>Okay...<</s>> He agreed, lowering his pants and revealing the underwear inside. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<picmid "events/leoevents/boxers.jpg">><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>><<picmid "events/leoevents/panties.jpg">><</if>> Standing there in his underwear, a shy <<light Leo>> bravely kept them on display, choosing not to hide them with his hands. I acknowledged that. <<s Author>>Yes! Wear them confidently. They look good on you.<</s>> His boner, hidden inside his underwear, gave me a little nod of appreciation at my comment. I smiled to myself. Despite the tightness of the material, his penis was definitely on the more manageable side of things as it kept to its boundaries, still snug in its home. <<s Author>>They fit you really well.<</s>> I commented, and he blushed yet again. <<s Author>>Come on, let's deal with this shall we?<</s>> I said, pushing him back on the toilet seat and taking my seat on his lap. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/leo-sitting.jpg">> I smiled at his as I saw his squirm, on edge, allowing my hand to drift slowly lower until it reached his hidden python (more like snake or worm if anything). <<s Leo>><<print $name>>...<</s>> <<s Author>>Shhh. Let me do my thing.<</s>> I said enticingly, smiling sweetly at my friend as my hand started rubbing him through the fabric. <<s Author>>You haven't felt that before, right?<</s>> I teased as I looked at him sweetly struggling with my touch. <<s Leo>>I...<</s>> He squirmed. <<s Leo>>Not like this.<</s>> I understood what he meant, my hand still teasing playfully. <<s Author>>Someone's been enjoying his new underwear a bit too much, haven't you?<</s>> <<light Leo>> struggled to find his words, bombarded with the masterful manipulations and the psychological teasing. <<s Leo>>How could I not?<</s>> He whispered in between shuddered breaths, confirming my suspicion. He was a sexual being, who was starting to discover himself a bit more every day. We weren't so different, him and I... <<s Author>>Good boy.<</s>> I whispered in his ear before nibbling at it. And apparently, this was the move that broke the dam. He shuddered, moaning into my neck, cumming in this tight embrace, soiling his undies. <<s Author>>Goood boy.<</s>> I repeated, enticing him to spurt into my palm, smiling to myself and at him at his perceived weakness. His breath caught. He moaned out. <<s Leo>>Oh <<print $name>>... This was...<</s>> He was at a loss of words, but still tried. <<s Author>>I know. You did well.<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>Thank you.<</s>> He whispered softly, catching his breath. <<s Author>>I'll see you around.<</s>> I teased, moving away from him. //I'd say this was a successful event all in all...// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Guide him through the door">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">>My friend was struggling, in need. And I felt like helping him. <<s Author>>Hey maybe I can help you make it go.<</s>> I said through the stall door, still separated from him. <<s Leo>>How?<</s>> <<s Author>>I could describe some stuff maybe? Like a rotten egg dripping slowly on your head.<</s>> I started, smiling. <<s Leo>>Ew, no! Please!<</s>> He called out through the door. <<s Author>>What, you don't want disgusting stuff to help it go away?<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's physical, <<print $name>>. Not mental. I'm not turned on but my body is.<</s>> <<s Author>>What does that mean?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Forget it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well what if we allow your mind to join in?<</s>> <<light Leo>> remained calm. <<s Author>>Like for example, imagining someone hot in front of you. Someone with a hot body, naked.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's supposed to help?<</s>> He asked, his voice softer this time. He was engaged at least. <<s Author>>Give me a name.<</s>> I said, wanting to help him in this fantasy. <<s Leo>>I... Julio.<</s>> He gave me our friend's name. <<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>He's hot. And pretty gay.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I guess. So he won't mind it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Mind what? Being naked in front of you?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah...<</s>> <<s Author>>You imagining him, his body, his black cock?<</s>> I continued my teasing. <<light Leo>> took a moment, before replying. <<s Leo>>Yes. All of those.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you playing with yourself?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Leo>>No..<</s>> His voice was soft. Weak. <<s Author>>It's okay, I am too.<</s>> I said, my hand slowly drifting to rub against my snatch. He remained silent. <<s Author>>Can you imagine his hard, naked, gay body in front of you? Slowly approaching you, looming over you.<</s>> I described, closing my eyes as I imagined what happened right on the other side of that door. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/leo-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>He's naked, his cock is in your face... Big. Black. Cock. Swinging. Swaying from side to side. What will you do?<</s>> I needed him to join the fantasy. I needed him to help me just as I was helping him. <<s Leo>>I'd... I'd suck him. Take his cock in my mouth.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes...<</s>> <<s Leo>>And I'd help him. While playing with myself.<</s>> He continued, taken by the fantasy. <<s Author>>Are you?<</s>> I asked him, wanting to know if he had joined me in playing with himself. <<s Leo>>Yes. I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>Good Leo.<</s>> I praised my friend, enticing him to do more, to share more. <<s Leo>>Are you?<</s>> He asked back, his breath starting to get a bit heavier. <<s Author>>I am.<</s>> I admitted to him. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/me-masturbation.jpg">> The next couple of minutes passed like that, in relative silence, as we heard one another get closer and closer to our respective climaxes. <<s Author>>Are you getting close?<</s>> I asked, eagerly. <<s Leo>>Yes. I... I am.<</s>> <<s Author>>Still sucking him off?<</s>> I asked, wanting him to describe what he was imagining. <<s Leo>>Yeah. And you're watching.<</s>> His fantasy involved me? I was silent for a moment, before deciding to speak up. <<s Author>>Only watching?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Leo>>Yeah. I'm being gay in front of you.<</s>> He said, his breath catching with these words. <<s Author>>Gay...<</s>> I repeated, as his breath caught even more. <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you gay?<</s>> <<s Leo>>No. I'm bi.<</s>> He admitted, his breathing quickening. <<s Author>>But right now you're being gay. You have me, yet you choose Julio. Gay.<</s>> I decided to press the button. And it paid off. <<light Leo>>'s breathing got very quick, very fast, as he reached his sudden climax, softly groaning at the feelings that washed over him. While I didn't reach his level of satisfaction, I was still enjoying his noise and whimpers across the stall door, as he flowed through the climax and found his satisfaction. I smiled at the advancement. <<s Author>>Good gay.<</s>> I praised, my compliment met with a whimper from the queer next door. I'd say that was a successful event! <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let him deal with it alone.">><<replace "#choices2">>But then again, he needed his space and had asked for it. <<s Author>>Alright Leo, you've got it.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'll go back to the movie. Don't be too long.<</s>> Despite my excitement at the prospect of what he might be doing and how he might look in that stall, I had to respect his privacy. Also, <<light Jasmin>> did count on me to make sure that everything would go smoothly at the event... I headed back to my seat in the auditorium. <<light Leo>> took quite a while to join me again, and by then the movie neared its end. <<s Author>>All good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He softly said, red in the face. I let the whole event slide as we said our goodbyes. //I'm glad I was there to give him comfort in this new trial of his. I'll give him his space to deal with it now though.// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it go">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I see, alright. As you wish.<</s>> I had decided to respect my friend's privacy. <<s Author>>See you back out there!<</s>> I announced, before heading back to the auditorium to continue the movie. <<light Leo>> took quite a while to join me again, and by then the movie neared its end. <<s Author>>All good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He softly said, red in the face. I let the whole event slide as we said our goodbyes. //Whatever it was, it must have been personal. I'll give him his space.// <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Event!">></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("MovieEvaYara")>>I did not understand the feelings I was having. I needed to sort through them. And what better way to do so than to be near the person that caused them? Excusing myself from <<light Ellis>>' side, I headed back down to my seat as the movie played, trying to wiggle my way back to be next to <<light Yara>>. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-seduction.jpg">> <<s Yara>>And so you return.<</s>> She commented, seeing me arrive. <<s Author>>How could I not.<</s>> I replied, my heart beating a bit faster. I looked over. Her hand had found its way to my other friend's thigh. <<light Eva>>, noticing me looking, placed her hand on top of <<light Yara>>, stopping her soft exploration. There was an internal struggle happening with my repressed friend, and she tried to deal with in adequately. There was an equally powerful struggle flowing through me. <<light Eva>> had admitted some queer feelings to me last time we hung out at her place. She had shared about her doubts regarding it, about how she struggled... And <<light Yara>> was helping her push her boundaries, her hand exploring her body and helping her discover her limits... And I... Was jealous? Grateful? And not only of <<light Yara>>, but of my nerdy friend as well? Why was <<light Yara>> giving her attention and not me? Did I need to claim that attention, rope her away? Share it? I was so confused, and lost, and emotional... <<s Yara>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My atheltic friend budged in, her attention turning to me. I was still confused, lost. And she looked at me, a small spark appearing in her eye. A beautiful, enticing twinkle. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Claim her away with a kiss">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-kiss1.jpg">> It didn't matter who I was jealous of, or who I was trying to rope in. I needed to assert my presence one way or the other. My eyes kept their focus on hers as my hand rose to grab the back of her head. Her whole body turned towards mine as she gave me the attention I demanded, her physical language showing eagerness. I dove in, tasting her lips with mine and controlling her body, as I kissed her with passion. <<light Yara>> whimpered, her moan stiffled by my controlling mouth, as my tongue went out to play with her lips. She was caught unguarded, as her body reacted to my actions, her change in demeanor alerting our friend of something happening. <<s Eva>>What are you-<</s>> Our nerdy friend's voice lingered, as <<light Yara>> moved her hand away from her, to place it on the side of my face, tenderly. It felt good to feel her hot body, as I let my hand drift down in exploration, finding its way across her belly, my kisses still exploring her beautiful lips. <<s Yara>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned with abandon, enjoying our fun together and looking for more. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-kiss2.jpg">> I moved back, breaking the oral contact, turning my attention back to the movie. <<light Yara>>'s whole posture changed, as she leaned towards my side. I allowed my hand to rest on her thigh possessively, as she entertwined her fingers with mine. <<light Eva>> might not have been the happiest with that latest development, but at least she's not the one playing these games. She'll find her peace with it eventually... <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Claim her away with a kiss" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Grab her hand and place it on my thigh">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 40>><<replace "#choices">>Something needed to be done. A thirst needed to be quenched. I barely controlled my body as I felt myself grab her hand as I did before, and place in on my thigh, voicelessly making my request of her. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-fingering.jpg">> She smiled, her bright eyes making my heart race as I looked into them as felt her possessively hold onto my inner thigh. Her hand started groping and drifting, caressing me as I closed my eyes in appreciation. On the other side of her, <<light Eva>>'s self-control lessened as her walls came crashing down, her hands losing the battle against <<light Yara>>'s and her legs opening up for her. Mine did the same, beckoning her to have open access to my treasure. Treasure? What treasure? I wanted it pillaged. Her hands slowly started drifting higher, playfully, teasingly. I looked at her, wanting to beg, wanting to ask her for more. She smiled as she kept watching the movie. Beyond her, <<light Eva>> had decided to do the same as I was, looking in our lover's direction, and our eyes caught. Blushing, we both softly averted our gaze. Here we were, two nerdy friends who a few days or weeks ago were talking about discovering ourselves beyond education, being controlled and educated on our bodies' reactions by our dominant, athletic friend. I stiffled a moan as <<light Yara>>'s hand ventured further up, brushing against what little fabric covered my... <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-fingering2.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Mmmm..<</s>> My friend moaned out, catching my attention, as I noticed <<light Yara>> was doing the same to her. I didn't know what would please her more, me moaning higher or me being in control of myself. But then again, I had no control, as I alternated between squirming and trying to hide my excitement. But my lover was relentless, and her hands were not tiring anytime soon. She continued her assault on both of us, attacking our needy lips and pushing us to our edge. No control, no words. At the worse of times, as the heat of the moment rose higher and higher, our common lover stopped her assault, leaving us panting and in need. <<s Author>>Why did you stop?<</s>> I whimpered in a raspy breath, looking at her for an answer. <<s Yara>>Movie's over.<</s>> She announced, smiling, as she licked her fingers seductively. <<s Yara>>I can't wait to taste it straight from the source.<</s>> She continued teasingly. I had to bit my lip to stop myself from giving another ellicit moan as the lights turned back on in the whole room. I looked down. Beneath me, the seat was drenched with my juices. <<s Yara>>What a waste.<</s>> She teased, standing up and leaving the two of us alone. I looked at <<light Eva>>, who looked back at me. <<s Author>>That was...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Amazing.<</s>> She didn't let me finish, just like <<light Yara>> had done. <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It's nothing. Nothing.">><<replace "#choices">>I looked into her brown, engaging eyes. My eyes wavered and drifted lower, seeing her hand again on my friend's thigh, exploring despite the arm trying to stop it. I didn't find it in me to do anything about it. <<s Author>>It's nothing. Nothing.<</s>> I said, deafeated, before turning to look at the screen again. For the rest of the film, I tried to keep my attention drifted to the screen, watching the action unfold as musical numbers followed one another. Yet my eyes wandered every once in a while, watching the progression of the seduction happening right nearby, as <<light Yara>> slowly roped my friend in, taking more and more of her, until eventually all her defenses were gone and she was like putty in her hands. I didn't know why or who I was jealous of. All I know is that it felt heavy. The event might have been a success, but I really needed to know what my priorities were... Was I simply an ally, or was I truly part of this community? Why did I stop myself from being... Me? <<link "Let's leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>Developper's note: There is some sort of a mistake, retrace your steps and change your choices please! <3 <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<center><img src="images/locations/mall.jpg" width="100%"></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Our club, ready to share a positive message of growth and humanity, gathers at the mall and starts distributing flyers to random people across the place. Unfortunately, things don't seem to be finding the traction we need them to, and I was at a loss for options on what to do... <div id="choices"><center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/flyers.jpg" width="60%"></center> <<if $hrcrole is "equipment" or $hrcrole is "vice">><<link "Throw flyers around">><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Having prepared for such an eventuality, I have decided to print out additional papers. Not restricting ourselves to just the mall, we started distributing papers to all the cars parked around it, propping the flyers on the windshields. If they won't care at the mall at least the flyers will follow them home! <<link "continue" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Throw flyers around" "Option unavailable to me">><</if>> <<if $hrcrole is "media" or $hrcrole is "pr" or $hrcrole is "vice">><<link "Film a Social Media trend">><<add "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Even if the project wasn't successful, our social media image of it doesn't need to be! We decided to stage a social media trend with people at the mall, asking them harcore human rights questions and shaming them for their wrong answers. It might be morally gray, but at least it'll have people talking! <<link "continue" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Film a Social Media trend" "Option unavailable to me">><</if>> <<if $hrcrole is "secretary" or $hrcrole is "vice">><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Try to learn from our mistakes for next time">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Looking at all the facts of the event and what it means, <<light Jasmin>> and I made sure to evaluate every step of the way correctly. Maybe if we know exactly what went wrong we could fix it for next time... Good paperwork means good follow-ups after all... <<link "continue" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Try to learn from our mistakes for next time" "Option unavailable to me">><</if>> <<link "Lose hope">><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "continue" "HRCMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><center><img src="images/clubs/human-rights-club/flyers2.jpg" width="60%"></center> At one point of us distributing these flyers and sharing our positive message, I notice a couple from school and hand them one of them, smiling widely. They both look at the paper I offer them critically, before looking up to address me. <<s Carter>>So this... Human Rights Club... What exactly are you fighting for? What's the reason behind it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well we defend all rights, humans have the right to be equal as our consitution and the international declaration of human rights tell us.<</s>> <<s Carter>>But we are not equal. There is a disproportion in society and THAT needs to be fixed. Can't go preaching about all being equal when certain people don't wanna go down to help.<</s>> His comment had started gathering a small crowd, and I was left with a choice. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Tell him what he wants to hear">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Nodding my head, I can clearly see the pain in his voice as he talks. <<s Author>>You're right. You're absolutely right. Some people are not willing to speak up for their fellow humans, probably because they are afraid of what the repercussions might be on them in their personal lives. But who cares about your personal life if freedoms are being taken away from you in public?? If we do not mobilize now, fight for people's right to exist freely now, fight for an equitable world that gives the opportunity for marginalized people to voice their opinions, we will all lose our rights. And those with privilege, like me, are meant to be the first people at the forefront of the fight, and pay back what our ancestors stole from others decades ago, with blood, sweat and tears if need be. I vow to you, that is the mission of the HRC at the high school, and that is our one chief goal.<</s>> My small speech had gathered a lot of positive attention, and following that act interest peaked in what we were fighting for. <<light Jasmin>>, watching from a corner, was particularly happy. <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Look for someone to bail me out">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While he way right, I had no idea what to say to convince him of the necessity of what we were doing. //Why exactly were we doing this?// Shyly looking around, I notice<<light Jasmin>>watching the scene, and signal her to take the lead. Edging into the conversation, she speaks out. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. You're absolutely right. Some people are not willing to speak up for their fellow humans, probably because they are afraid of what the repercussions might be on them in their personal lives. But who cares about your personal life if freedoms are being taken away from you in public?? If we do not mobilize now, fight for people's right to exist freely now, fight for an equitable world that gives the opportunity for marginalized people to voice their opinions, we will all lose our rights. And those with privilege, like me, are meant to be the first people at the forefront of the fight, and pay back what our ancestors stole from others decades ago, with blood, sweat and tears if need be. I vow to you, that is the mission of the HRC at the high school, and that is our one chief goal.<</s>> Her small speech had gathered a lot of positive attention, and following that act interest peaked in what we were fighting for. <<light Jasmin>> truly was worthy of being president of the club! <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Create a scene against their point">><<less "hrc" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>He made a point, but come on, at least we're doing something here! I wasn't going to let this slide. <<s Author>>Okay listen at least we're being active!<</s>> <<s Carter>>To what end?<</s>> <<s Author>>To solve all the issue, world hunger, poverty, war. These know no race. If only you people would get your head out of your asses and looked at the whole world asking for a quarter of what you have, you'd see that you're jsut as priviledged as us, if not more.<</s>> <<s Carter>>So just because someone has it worse it means we should just shut up and be rolled over?<</s>> <<s Author>>Big ouf! You have it easy. Be grateful.<</s>> My outburst, unregulated speech, and overall abysmal performance meant the end of the day for us, as the small crowd that had gathered booed us off and requested from the mall's security to kick us off. After long back and forths, we were able to just make it out with the skin of our teeth, missing our chance to do more for the day. The whole of the HRC, and <<light Jasmin>> in particular, were very unhappy with me. <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend was hanging out in the corridors, and willing to talk, and I figured the best way to broach the subject was to simply go for it. <<s Author>>The HRC needs your help.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>What do you need?<</s>> He seemed willing. <<s Author>>I need you to send me a pic that sends a humanitarian message. A portrait and a small caption.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ok wow that seems complicated.<</s>> <<s Author>>It really isn't. If you had the HRC account and could say something through it, what would you say?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Nothing much. I don't know.<</s>> He was hesitant, and understandably so. <<s Author>>Look you don't need to make any big claims, but it could be anything.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Can you give me an example?<</s>> I knew that whatever example I gave him would be the one he'd most likely follow. And maybe that'd be the easiest thing to do for any of it. <div id='choices'><<link "You could talk about feminism">><<add "fem" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about feminism, how it helps everyone be in a better world instead on only women.<</s>> He seemed thoughtful, and then just as expected, gave me exactly that: <<s Leo>>I think I have a picture in mind to show people that feminism is about freedom of choice. And Well for the caption, it should be something easy.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it online. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Queer doesn't necessarily mean gay">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Leo LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>We both know you're not entirely straight, but being queer doesn't necessarily mean being gay. And also, it'd be a nice message for the LGBT aspect of the HRC to be inclusive the way we know it should be.<</s>> I said enthusiastically, something that robbed off on my friend. <<s Leo>>I know exactly what you're talking about. The duality of man and woman is something annoying, that we could definitely be talking about. I have the pic for that.<</s>> The next half an hour were spent preparing the post that my friend wanted, and putting it onlint. I knew I'd be able to catch it tomorrow from my own socials to like. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/leo-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Leo, who says: "Being queer doesn't necessarily mean being gay. Androgyny exists, and it's beautiful."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>What a pretty person! <3<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Pretty boi<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Yeah this one should definitely get blacked.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sexy as always!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sexy as always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Prettiest man out there">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Prettiest man out there">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set _comment to "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/leo-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Leo, who says: "Feminism is not only about women's right, it's about everyone's right to discover femininity without fear."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>What a pretty person! <3<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Pretty boi<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Yeah this one should definitely get blacked.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sexy as always!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sexy as always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Prettiest man out there">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Prettiest man out there">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set _comment to "Leo you look amazing!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> The president of the HRC should definitely write something and have a featured post of her own at our school. I'd talk to her about it. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. I should get involved.<</s>> My friend admitted openly as I approached her with the idea. <<s Jasmin>>But I honestly don't know what to write under my picture.<</s>> Thankfully, I wouldn't have to choose her picture for her too. But then again, I knew what my <<light Jasmin>> would want to talk about deep down. Did I want to give her that or lead her a bit more towards my way of thinking? <div id='choices'><<link "Obviously the HRC is about the BLM movement first and foremost.">><<add "blm" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jasmin BLM" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think you and I both know why you started this movement in the first place. We need to be honest about that if we want to truly show the professors what we really aim to have out of it.<</s>> I said clearly. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. Black lives matter for sure.<</s>> She said, joining her voice to mine. I'd get to see her final caption tomorrow on instagram. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Obviously the HRC is about welcoming anyone, it's about diversity.">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jasmin LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC might have started as a way to help the BLM movement at one time, but we both agree that it has grown beyond that in recent weeks.<</s>> I said to my friend, making my idea clear. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. There's a lot of people that have come to me saying that I've given them a safe space. I think I could talk about that in the caption.<</s>> I left my friend behind as she remained thoughtful on her caption. I guess I'll see what she comes up with by looking at instagram tomorrow... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jasmin-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jasmin, our president! "The HRC is a safe space for a lot of people. A beacon of diversity and acceptance. For these people who do not have a home, we are your home. You don't have to hide your reality around us."</div><<comment "peachysport">>So happy to see the HRC being an embrace to those who don't have it!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Every day the HRC does the right move, and every day we're closer to a more beautiful world!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>I like this!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "President of the year!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "President of the year!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jasmin-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jasmin, our president! "Ever since its conception, the HRC has and always will be a space to defend human rights, especially those of marginalized communities that don't have the space to speak with the mainstream media. We are a voice for the BLM movement and all movement meant to bring equality where there once was disparity."</div><<comment "madadder">>A front for the BNWO. That's awesome!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>#OBLM!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Black is better!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Our president is hotter than yours!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "President of the year!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "President of the year!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Yara, can you help me with a post for the HRC?<</s>> I asked my close friend, hoping I'd get her support. <<s Yara>>I'm not to support that BLM stuff. I've already done enough coming to your protests.<</s>> My friend was reticent to offer her aid. And there was more to the HRC than the BLM movement, and I needed to show her that. <div id='choices'><<link "The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities.">><<add "lgbt" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Yara LGBT" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities, whether it's the queer community or otherwise.<</s>> I said. At that mention, my friend's attitude changed, as she looked thoughtful. <<s Yara>>What exactly is it that you want?<</s>> My friend asked. <<s Author>>A post, to showcase the characters we have at school, to show the impact of the HRC to give voice to people.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Alright. I'll send you something later today.<</s>> I couldn't wait to see what kind of post my friend would come up with. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The HRC also fights for women's rights, Yara!">><<add "fem" 5>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Yara Fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The HRC also fights for all marginalized communities, including women's rights! We're all about feminism and female empowerment!<</s>> I said. At that mention, my friend's attitude changed, as she looked thoughtful. <<s Yara>>What exactly is it that you want?<</s>> My friend asked. <<s Author>>A post, to showcase the characters we have at school, to show the impact of the HRC to give voice to people.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Alright. I'll send you something later today.<</s>> I couldn't wait to see what kind of post my friend would come up with. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/yara-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Yara, our track athlete! "Apparently, the HRC is about welcoming colorful individuals that do not mind clowning around. Find your inner joy with me, your local colorful clown. :P"</div><<comment "peachysport">>Hit me up ladies for some colorful fun!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>This kind of beauty is what I aspire to! Wow!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Absolutely stunning!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Never knew clowns could be this hot!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Never knew clowns could be this hot!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Damn @peachysport you're looking fine!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Damn @peachysport you're looking fine!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/yara-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Yara, our track athlete! "Being a woman always meant having to hide behind baggy slothing not to be seen. That's not the world neither you nor I want to live in. Feminism and the HRC are essential to bring us back our freedoms."</div><<comment "peachysport">>And that's why I'd only show what's underneath to women. Hit me up.<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>All women are women!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Cute regardless!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Only I get to see my friend's true beauty!!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Only I get to see my friend's true beauty!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Feminism's where it's at!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Feminism's where it's at!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Ria>><</pic>> <<s Ria>>You want me to create a post for the HRC?<</s>> My friend was basically reiterating what I had already told her. <<s Ria>>Sure, I can talk about all the great work the club has put into feminism.<</s>> She said. After all, the whole Free the Nipple Protest took place because she was stopped at school. But then again, having her stand in front of our camera doesn't necessarily have to be related to the Feminism movement, right? <div id='choices'><<link "Can't wait for your feminist post!">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ria Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I can't wait for your feminist post!<</s>> I told her excitedly. <<s Ria>>You've got it.<</s>> She reassured me as she went away. I'd see what she came up with tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It doesn't have to be about feminism!">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ria BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>By the way, it doesn't have to be about feminism.<</s>> I said to my friend, gaining a weirded look from her. <<s Ria>>What do you mean? What else could it be about?<</s>> She asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>I mean that the club is about more than just feminism, and we'd like to show that more, it's about marginalized communities.<</s>> I said. The girl remained thoughtful, then nodded her head. <<s Ria>>Okay, I'll have something cooked for tonight.<</s>> She said. I'd see what she came up with tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ria-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ria, Debate Club president and friend of the HRC "My eyes are up here! Being a woman means constantly being objectified, regardless of what I do and how I dress. It's tan-lines. Live with it!"</div><<comment "jaystone">>You need some pearly white tanning cream girl.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>I prefer women with a bit more... Conversation.<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>The sweetest debate president!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Fantastic pic, amazing person!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Ria" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Fantastic pic, amazing person!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Feminism's where it's at!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Feminism's where it's at!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ria-blm.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ria, Debate Club president and friend of the HRC "I get to act out and lie on the floor, play around with how I look. Some people don't just by virtue of the color of their skin. Join the HRC to give them the freedom to do what they want and how they want it, just like a ditzy white girl like me."</div><<comment "jaystone">>This feels insensitive, but I don't know.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Ditzy, she says. She's the president of the debate club, come on!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>The sweetest debate president!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Damn I did not expect that!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Ria" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Damn I did not expect that!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> The black tape was already in my hand as I looked at my friend for consent for the post we needed to create. <<s Author>>Oh come on, please!<</s>> <<s Eric>>But I don't understand the idea behind it!<</s>> He said worriedly. <<s Author>>It's basically to show people that we give space to others to speak in the HRC, besides the stereotypical white man.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eric>>Okay, but what exactly will you be writing as a caption, I got to know!<</s>> <<s Author>>It's up to you, Eric. What's a cause that you truly believe needs to be talked about?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Honestly, I have no idea?<</s>> //I could help guide him here...// <div id='choices'><<link "It's time to give women a voice.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eric Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's time to give women a voice. That's how you'll be a true ally.<</s>> I said to him. It didn't take much cajoling to get an okay out of him for me to firmly place my tape on his mouth. I'd see the post tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "As a white man, it's clear the history of oppression that your ancestors has perpetuated.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eric BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think it's best we follow the BLM route with this. You're a white man in a world that benefits you. What better way to show you're not going to follow the status quo than with black tape?<</s>> I said to him. It didn't take much cajoling to get an okay out of him for me to firmly place my tape on his mouth. I'd see the post tomorrow on my socials. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eric-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eric: "I'm not the one to speak. Long have my people oppressed, it is time to give others the room to talk."</div><<comment "jaystone">>Good white boi knows his place.<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>It is what it is, white boi!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Eric should be an example to a lot of us.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Just another white boi in his rightful place.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Just another white boi in his rightful place.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eric-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eric: "Time for men like me to take a seat and watch our women be empowered in this new world."</div><<comment "peachysport">>I like that idea.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Hey I can shut up too, if something pretty is placed on my face!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Good boy.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Good to see you know your place.">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Good to see you know your place.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Sasha>>The hottie from the library<</pic>> <<s Sasha>>Oh I'm definitely in!<</s>> The stranger from the library said as I elaborated the plan to create these posts to her. <<s Sasha>>Just tell me what kind of post you want me to create.<</s>> She said. Straight to the point, I liked that! <div id='choices'><<link "You could talk about feminism">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Sasha Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about feminism. After all, it's for everyone, is it not?<</s>> I asked her. She smiled. <<s Sasha>>Unlike what TERFs want everyone to believe, yes it is. I've got just the post for it.<</s>> She said excitedly. I couldn't wait to see what she prepared when I jump on my socials tomorrow. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "You could talk about being queer">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Sasha LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You could talk about being queer, an outsider to society.<</s>> She looked at me with sort of a stare, trying to see if I was truly an ally. <<s Author>>Don't worry. You don't have to share anything you don't want to.<</s>> I said reassuringly. She remained thoughtful for a moment, before making her decision. <<s Sasha>>Alright I'll see what I can do.<</s>> I'd have to wait to see what she came up with. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/sasha-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Sasha: "Feminism is for all women, regardless of what's in their swimsuit. So keep your eyes up where mine are when I demand equal pay."</div><<comment "peachysport">>Looking hot in that bikini!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>That's one good looking babe!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Oh my!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Babe you look stunning!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Babe you look stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/sasha-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Sasha: "All women are women, regardless of what's in their swimsuits. Besides, I know you'd still wanna go to bed with me."</div><<comment "peachysport">>Looking hot in that bikini!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>That's one good looking babe!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Oh my!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Babe you look stunning!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Babe you look stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black on white looks good!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black on white looks good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Ellis>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Ellis, how's it going?<</s>> I approached my enby friend excited to offer them with the opportunity to aid the HRC, especially since they've put in effort into the club before. <<s Ellis>>I overheard you talking to Jasmin about the posts. I figure that's what you wanted to talk to me about?<</s>> They were a perceptive individual, that was for sure. <<s Author>>You got me.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>I've actually got a couple of posts in mind, but I wanted to run them by you, see which path you'd prefer to follow with the HRC.<</s>> They said. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Well the HRC has been going a lot of different ways these past weeks, so I'm trying to know what we're really concentrating on.<</s>> They explained. <<s Ellis>>Do we care more about queer rights or racial inequality?<</s>> That was a very valid point that left me thoughtful. <<s Ellis>>I know we want to carry all the issues in the world, but at a certain point we need to prioritize something you know...<</s>> They added. They had a point, what was the priority? Who were we going to attract with our posts? <div id='choices'><<link "I think race trumps all.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ellis BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think racial issues need to be at the forefront of our club. that's where the big issues lie.<</s>> I said. They didn't think long before stating: <<s Ellis>>You're right. I'll write something that I personally can attest to.<</s>> They replied. I was looking forward to discovering what they'd write. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The community needs its enby monarch.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ellis LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It's obvious you're a driving force for the LGBT community at school. I think you need to carry that voice for the insta post.<</s>> I said. <<s Ellis>>I see you. And you're right. It's not easy to carry all that weight but I carry it!<</s>> They said sassily, elliciting a laugh from me. <<s Author>>The community needs its monarch!<</s>> I shot back. I'd see the post later on Instagram. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ellis-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ellis: "As a non-binary black individual, I get stares left and right. It's obviously because I'm attractive in both genders, but maybe being seen is not the same as being respected and valued? The HRC offer that room to say what I need to, and I need to say to all you haters and nay-sayers: I'm here, and I'm queer, so deal with it!"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>That's the vibes!!<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>Slay!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>The fiersest of them all!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "A monarch to appreciate!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set _comment to "A monarch to appreciate!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/ellis-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Ellis: "As a non-binary black individual, I know the fight for two different sides of my identity. And my hair is my identity, whether you like it or not. So stop asking me about it, stop mentioning it. You have no right to my expression, whether it be my gender or my race. I'm me, and I'm all my ancestors who were forced to cut their freedom in their chains."</div><<comment "jaystone">>Shout it from the rooftops!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>That's one heck of a caption!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>The fiersest of them all!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "A monarch to appreciate!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set _comment to "A monarch to appreciate!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Preach!!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Preach!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>Sure, I don't mind helping you with the posts.<</s>> My friend was eager to help, and looked at me for guidance on what to do. I had options in mind, but then again, I'd need to choose what exactly helped my goals at the HRC. <<s Eva>>What kind of post are you thinking about?<</s>> //What did I want her to show?// <div id='choices'><<link "Freedom as a woman">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eva Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think you'd do something really cool for feminine freedom.<</s>> I said to my friend. <<s Eva>>You've got it.<</s>> I didn't need to worry too much about what my friend would do. Maybe I can see her post later today or tomorrow on my phone? <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Queer freedom">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Eva LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>I think you'd do something really cool for freedom, as a whole.<</s>> I said to my friend. <<s Eva>>Oh I think I have something that will catch some eyes...<</s>> I didn't need to worry too much about what my friend would do. Maybe I can see her post later today or tomorrow on my phone? <<link "Leave" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eva-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eva: "I'd love to be able to go to a picnic without being hit on by boys. And the only way to do that is to get ht on by girls instead. What the HRC offers, as freedom to fight for my right to simply exist, is invaluable. That's the reason I support the club."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Prettiest!!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>I'd go on a picnic with you anytime babe! To fend off boys, of course!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Stunning pic, both of you!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "The prettiest out there!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "The prettiest out there!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/eva-fem.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Eva: "Being free means being dressed however I want to be without being sexualized. That's where true feminism lies, and that's why we need to keep fighting for a more equal world, with the HRC. If you'd tap that, you're a perv."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Brutal but honest, she's right.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>I see you girl, I see you!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "My friend's cooler than you!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "My friend's cooler than you!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Just the person I was looking for!<</s>> I was relieved to find <<light Julio>> in the school's corridors, hoping he'd be able to help with the posts we were working on for the HRC. <<s Julio>>Sup, <<print $name>>?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm sure you already know about the HRC strategy and the posts we want to create?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Julio>>Oh I wouldn't want anything to do with that.<</s>> He was hesitant to accept and join. <<s Author>>You won't have to do anything you don't want to.<</s>> I said. <<s Julio>>So what exactly do you want me to talk about?<</s>> //What did I want him to show?// <div id='choices'><<link "Fighting against racial inequality is essential.">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Julio BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>You can be as cheeky as you want, but fighting for racial equality is something that I think you'd agree is important.<</s>> He thought of something for a moment, then I saw a naughty smile creep on his face. <<s Julio>>I'm free to do whatever?<</s>> He asked me. I was hesitant to ask what he'd do... But the whole point of the project was to give them freedom, no? <<s Author>>Freedom is freedom. The whole idea is not to put halts to anythign you'd want to do.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Fantastic.<</s>> I was eager to see what he'd post, and apprehensive at the same time... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Queer freedom">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Julio LGBT" 1>><<add "lgbt" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Queer freedom is where it's at, isn't it?<</s>> I asked my friend, knowing the things that he'd care to talk about. <<s Julio>>You have a point. And I can post whetever I like?<</s>> <<s Author>>The idea is to give you the space to say what you want. Of course.<</s>> I was eager to see what he'd decide to post. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/julio-lgbt.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Julio: "Bedazzled or not, I'm still queer as fuck. I don't want to hit on you, your boyfriend's the one I'm looking at!"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Cheekyyy!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Okay but is trans okay? Cause damn!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Never would've thought he'd be gay!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Absolutely bedazzled!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set _comment to "Absolutely bedazzled!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Dreamy">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Dreamy">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/julio-blm.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Julio: "My eyes are up here. Just because I'm black doesn't mean my dick is big. I mean, it is, but that's besides the point. Maybe looking at life beyond the black and white would help fight our objectification, don't you agree?"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>I'm melting<</comment>> <<comment "lady-in-red">>It's confirmed. I swing both ways.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Damn. Leave some for us dude<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "That was not what I had in mind!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<set _comment to "That was not what I had in mind!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You never can go back...">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "You never can go back...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Jerome>><</pic>> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin told me about this whole HRC thing. What exactly do you want from me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Just something to create a post for you with. And a caption that's in your voice.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I don't usually take pictures that are instagram-worthy.<</s>> The man didn't really have flair for anything media related, I had to admit. <<s Author>>Whatever you want, Jerome. There's no problem with that.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>And what should my caption be about?<</s>> I'd help guide him if he needed it. <div id='choices'><<link "Maybe something about supporting a woman's right to choose?">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jerome Fem" 1>><<add "fem" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Maybe something about supporting a woman's right to choose?<</s>> I suggested to my friend. <<s Jerome>>That sounds cool. The more women can have their freedom, the more they'll want to tap that.<</s>> He said, pointing at his body. //Horny guy, but understandable...// I'd have to wait to see the post he'd think of creating. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Maybe something about your struggles as a black man?">><<pickup $club "HRC SM Jerome BLM" 1>><<add "blm" 5>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>You've been quite opinionated during our BLM protests... Maybe something about your struggles as a black man?<</s>> I suggested to my friend. <<s Jerome>>That seems like a nice idea. Authentic to me. I'll see what I can do.<</s>> I'd have to wait to see the post he'd think of creating. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jerome-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jerome: "Even dressed good, I feel like a betrayer of my ancestors' stories. There is no place for a black man in today's society, we need to make one for ourselves. Help turn the HRC in another BNWO faction."</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>The hottest guy around!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I see you brother, I see you!<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Is this what black men are about? That's what turns you white women on?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black is right.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black is right.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/sm/jerome-main.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@egrogry-HRC'': Meet Jerome: "Freedom of chocie should extend to all individuals, especially women. So they'd choose me in bed ;)"</div><<comment "jasmintheflower18">>The hottest guy around!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I'd get behind that logic haha<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Is this what black men are about? That's what turns you white women on?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Looking good!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking good!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black is right.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Black is right.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pichead "clubs/hrc.jpg" "Human Rights Club">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1 and $midgamejump != "Valentine">><<add "hrc" 1>>Invited by <<light Jasmin>>, I walk into the room where the Human Rights Club's meetings are supposed to take place this day of the week. Immediately noticed by my friend, she goes up to me to greet me. <<s Jasmin>>Hey <<print $name>>! How are you doing?<</s>> I smile at her, happy to be seeing her. <<s Author>>Hey that's a decent turnout!<</s>> Looking at the other students that have made it, around half a dozen of us, I show my support to my friend. <<s Jasmin>>I was hoping for more, but I guess you gotta start somewhere, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>I agree. What's the plan?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You'll see.<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/discussion1.jpg">> Calling everyone over to the central table, <<light Jasmin>> speaks out in introducing the club: <<s Jasmin>>Thank you all for coming! The Human Rights Club, or HRC for short, is a club for all of us. Our decisions will be democratic, we will all work together on choosing what issues to talk about and where to take things. I might've created the club and am honorary president, but without you, none of the work or the mission will reach our intended audience. I am counting on all of you to help us in our message of humanity and peace.<</s>> I smile. Her confidence in the positive impact of such a group is so heartwarming. I can really see the effects that this will have on the school as a whole, and was looking forward to it! <<s Jasmin>>So basically, we will need to come up with special projects to help spread a positive message across the schoool and our community. I already have something planned for the next few weeks, but am hoping I can also get ideas from you. There is nothing wrong, all ideas can fly and we can discuss them here to choose whether to follow them or not!<</s>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/position-decision.jpg">> Talking further, <<light Jasmin>> suggested we separate positions amongst ourselves, and by doing so start building up for an actual club with clear goals and hierarchy. When it came to me and the position I would be responsible for, everyone saw it fit that I'd be <<if $athletics gte 5>><<set $hrcrole to "equipment">>Equipment Manager, responsible of all the material stuff that the club had.<<elseif $smarts gte 5>><<set $hrcrole to "secretary">>Secretary, responsible of keeping minutes and keeping everyone up to date with the latest decisions of the club.<<elseif $mediasavvy gte 5>><<set $hrcrole to "media">>Social Media Officer, responsible of all media output of the club.<<elseif $sexskill gte 5>><<set $hrcrole to "pr">>the PR Representative, the face of the club and unofficial spokesperson.<</if>> However, <<light Jasmin>> had other plans for me. <<s Jasmin>>There is still the issue of vice-president of the club. Unless anyone minds, I nominate <<print $name>> to hold that position.<</s>> I was stunned, unsure I could take over this position... Whispering closely, <<light Jasmin>> softly tells me: <<s Jasmin>>It'll be good for your applications, trust me.<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Accept the position">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<set $hrcrole to "vice">><<replace "#choices">>Honored to be offered this position, I accept it wholeheartedly, letting go of the previous one in favor of it. I am sure to have to pick up the slack whenever the rest cannot fulfill their position. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Be hesitant">><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $hrcrole to "vice">><<replace "#choices">>Hesitating to take this role, I can't hide my doubt from the rest of the team as they start noticing<<light Jasmin>>'s hold on me. Before anyone can speak up to claim the position for themselves, she speaks out authoritatively: <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>> is not always the most talkative one, but I thank you for taking over as my assistant - I mean vice!<</s>> I guess the choice was hers after all... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>I have other things to do">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to sacrifice my free time for the part, I speak out: <<s Author>>Unfortunately, I don't think I am the person for the job, Jasmin. I am sure someone else is better suited.<</s>> Not willing to admit that I'm only being there as a friend, I see one of the participants jump at the opportunity to prove herself, taking the position that was handed to me.<<light Jasmin>>is not particularly happy about this... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2 and $midgamejump != "Valentine">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 1>> <<light Jasmin>> came to us today with an idea for the promotion of the HRC, trying to raise awareness and get traction across the school and community. <<s Jasmin>>We could distribute flyers at the mall next Sunday, raise awareness over the existence of a Human Rights Club at school in the first place!<</s>> She suggested. The idea sound and entertaining for all of us present, we decided to get to work in preparation for the weekend. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/time.png'>Work hard">><<add "hrc" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<addtime>><<replace "#choices">>I decide to put extra effort in to the work we're doing, hoping that the outcome would be a positive one eventually. <<if $hrcrole is "Equipment">>Getting the equipment ready for the printouts created by the media team, I am left behind at the end to clean up and close off. I don't really mind it happening every once in a while.<<elseif $hrcrole is "media">>Creating the flyers that we will be distributing, I make sure to put extra care in the intricacies of the design I am creating. I'm proud of the work I did, despite it being extremely demanding.<<elseif $hrcrole is "pr">>Organizing with the mall, I find myself having to kiss boots and beg for help for them to allow us to simply distribute flyers on their premises. Way to help humane actions!<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><<less "subdom" 1>><<elseif $hrcrole is "vice">>Helping in all areas of the club, I work alonside <<light Jasmin>> to make sure everything is going well according to plan.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Have fun">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to work any more than I have to, I give an adequate performance and retreat afterwards, eager to get on with my day. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3 and $midgamejump != "Valentine">> <div id="continue">Looking back at the week that passed and our humanitarian activity at the mall on Saturday, we all pat ourselves on the back on our performance. Regardless of whether or not we could have done more, we still have seen some improvement, as our numbers have grown. We were able to collect <b><<print $hrc>></b> new members, bringing us to a total of <b><<set $hrctotal to $hrctotal + $hrc>><<print $hrctotal>><<set $hrc to 0>></b>. Proud of our accomplishment and eager to see progress, we go about planning for the next week, hoping for an even better outcome. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/discussion2.jpg">> In my observation of the activity we had at the mall, I had noticed a few things that could improve our work at school and elsewhere in our community. I had my reservation on whether or not I should share my ideas with the group. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We need to help marginalized communities">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "blm" 2>><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly guys, I was confronted during our last event at the mall with a very valid point. What use is it to fight for the rights of people who already are free to do what they want? We are privileged.<</s>> A random student spoke up: <<s Yara>>What do you suggest?<</s>> <<s Author>>I believe we should take particular issues and fight for them, not an umbrella battle that doesn't really define itself any particular way. Marginalized communities need our aid, and we need to lend them the hand because we can.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I agree. With everything that has been happening in the news recently, it is our duty to fight for their rights. We need to create a better world for them.<</s>> Lots of nods and mumbled agreements were heard. We were onto something, but needed to flesh it out more. <<light Jasmin>> was happy I was getting involved so clearly. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'>We need to keep fighting for all human rights">><<add "hrc" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<add "blm" 1>><<add "lgbt" 1>><<add "fem" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Fighting for human rights is essential if we want to create a better world.<</s>> <<s Yara>>We know, <<print $name>>, that's why we're here.<</s>> Someone budged in. <<s Author>>Yes, but what I mean is, we need to be true to our name and really bring the fight forward to all rights! Whether it is individual freedom or the right to free speech, that's what we need to defend most of all!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>But... Some things are more important...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> felt compelled to shime in, unsure of where I was taking the conversation. <<s Author>>Yes, they are, but right now we're still establishing our club. We need to show the range we carry and not fight only a single fight, you know?<</s>> Most people there were with me on the idea I was putting forth, and that seemed to rub <<light Jasmin>> the wrong way somehow. //I'm glad that my voice is heard here. The HRC will really help me improve my influence.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We need to lay low for a while">><<less "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Midterms are coming.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>So what?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> asked, intrigued by my line of thought. <<s Author>>I mean... I think now that people know of our existence, maybe it's best if we take things slow and give them time to get used to us... And concentrate on other stuff in our personal lives...<</s>> <<s Yara>>She's right, actually. My physics teacher is really drilling us lately.<</s>> Overall, I felt like the sentiment at this gathering was a sentiment of taking things slow, especially after our event at the mall. I felt relaxed, knowing I could take things here at my own pace. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.count("HRC SM") gte 1>><<unset $hrcmedia>><<include "HRC Supervisor Decision">> <<elseif $femchalwatch gt 0>><<set $femchalwatch to 0>><<include "HRC Fem3 Challenge Outcome">> <<elseif visited("HRC BLM Jail") gte 1 or visited("LGBT Movie Night") gte 1 or $club.has("HRC Fem3 Outcome")>> Our club's activity had been growing in these past few weeks, our numbers growing exponentially, however we had very little to show for it. This worried me as it neither helped in my goal of //Becoming Prom Queen// nor aided in my college applications. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin do you have time?<</s>> I had approached my friend to talk about the matter. <<s Jasmin>>If this will help us solve that chaperone thing, then I'm all ears.<</s>> <<s Author>>Still unsolved?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Jasmin>>Yes. If we don't find ourselves a person who's willing to "guide us", we'll have to close the club soon.<</s>> <<s Author>>So we need to talk to professors, no?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Yes. But none of them are interested in what we're doing. They're all too busy with their own classes and shit.<</s>> My friend was getting agitated. <<s Jasmin>>It's fucking infuriating, honestly.<</s>> Her curse turned a few heads. I ushered her to the side. <<s Author>>What if we make the club enticing for these professors, show them all what we can do?<</s>> She looked at me sideways. <<s Jasmin>>What did you have in mind?<</s>> <<s Author>>A social media campaign, posting about our accomplishments and calling for more equality.<</s>> I said, hoping she'd like the idea. <<s Jasmin>>It would be an additional aid, but I'm not sure who'd take care of it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can take over that responsibility.<<if $hrcrole is "media">> After all, it is my position!<</if>><</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Okay. But don't go over the top. It's not worth it.<</s>> She said, dismissing me. I had the choice on what to do as far as posts go. I needed to create 5 different posts throughout the week to help people know what our club was about, and hopefully gather the right kind of attention to it. Furthermore, I could reach out to friends and get them to possibly speak for the page, should I find myself inclined to do so. //By next session, depending on what kind of posts I create, we might grab the attention of one or more professors, and have our choice of chaperones.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<pickup $club "HRC SM" 1>><<set $hrcmedia to false>><</link>> <<else>><<pickup $club "HRCOpenStats" 1>>Now that the HRC has started to grow under our guidance, we were ready to expand the scope of our projects. Let's go to the <<link "HRC Management Screen" "HRC Level 2">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $hrcrole is "Equipment">><<elseif $hrcrole is "secretary">><<elseif $hrcrole is "media">><<elseif $hrcrole is "pr">><<elseif $hrcrole is "vice">><</if>>

<div id="HRCHome"><<if visited(passage()) is 1>>We're now at the management screen for the HRC. Working in groups of three, we allocate our members to accomplish certain plans which will help us increase the reach of the club and unlock special events depending on the stats we collect. We could choose to improve reach as a start to get more people to join the club or take a more balanced approach across the stats of our club. Other events across the school will also help us improve the HRC's reach. Each aspect of the club has three events, and only when you've seen all two events in each of them can you choose which of the third to see. This will shape the HRC under that event's image, making these kind of human rights the priority for our club. That being said, let's get to work! <<else>>Let's get to work in managing the HRC! Reminder that the max reach is 5, but the more members we have the more we can work on creating events for the HRC and improving our standing at school. We need to reach 2 events per aspect before the third is unlocked in either one. The bigger the events, the better for my applications! (also for my odds of //Becoming Prom Queen//)<</if>> <<include "HRC Stats Allocation">> <<link "Continue">><<if _teams gt 0>><<replace "#warning">>You still have unallocated teams. Are you sure you want to keep going? <<link "Yes, let's keep going">><<add "blm" _blm>><<add "fem" _fem>><<add "lgbt" _lgbt>><<set _blm to 0>><<set _fem to 0>><<set _lgbt to 0>><<replace "#HRCHome">><<include "HRC Post Allocations">><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><<else>><<add "blm" _blm>><<add "fem" _fem>><<add "lgbt" _lgbt>><<set _blm to 0>><<set _fem to 0>><<set _lgbt to 0>><<replace "#HRCHome">><<include "HRC Post Allocations">><</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <center><<link "Leave" "School">><</link>></center>

<center>Groups available :<<set _blm to 0>><<set _lgbt to 0>><<set _fem to 0>><<set _teams to Math.round($hrctotal / 3)>><span id="teams">_teams</span> <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<dark "Reach:" "Current Number: $hrctotal">> <span id="stats-reach-minus">\ <<button "-">> <<if $hrc gt 0>> <<if $hrc eq 5>> <<run $("#stats-reach-plus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set $hrc--, _teams++>> <<replace "#stats-reach">>$hrc<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if $hrc eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-reach-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <<elseif $hrc eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-reach-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <</button>> \ </span>\ <span id="stats-reach">$hrc</span> \ <span id="stats-reach-plus">\ <<button "+">> <<if $hrc lt 5 and _teams gt 0>> <<if $hrc eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-reach-minus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set $hrc++, _teams-->> <<replace "#stats-reach">>$hrc<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if $hrc eq 5>> <<run $("#stats-reach-plus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>><</if>><</button>></span></div><div class="col-3 management"><<dark "BLM Campaign:" "Current Number: $blm">> <span id="stats-blm-minus">\ <<button "-">> <<if _blm gt 0>> <<if _blm eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-blm-plus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _blm--, _teams++>> <<replace "#stats-blm">>_blm<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _blm eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-blm-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <<elseif _blm eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-blm-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <</button>> \ </span>\ <span id="stats-blm">_blm</span> \ <span id="stats-blm-plus">\ <<button "+">> <<if _blm lt 10 and _teams gt 0>> <<if _blm eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-blm-minus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _blm++, _teams-->> <<replace "#stats-blm">>_blm<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _blm eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-blm-plus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <</if>><</button>></span></div><div class="col-3 management"><<dark "LGBT+ Campaign:" "Current Number: $lgbt">> <span id="stats-lgbt-minus">\ <<button "-">> <<if _lgbt gt 0>> <<if _lgbt eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-lgbt-plus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _lgbt--, _teams++>> <<replace "#stats-lgbt">>_lgbt<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _lgbt eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-lgbt-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <<elseif _lgbt eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-lgbt-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <</button>> \ </span>\ <span id="stats-lgbt">_lgbt</span> \ <span id="stats-lgbt-plus">\ <<button "+">> <<if _lgbt lt 10 and _teams gt 0>> <<if _lgbt eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-lgbt-minus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _lgbt++, _teams-->> <<replace "#stats-lgbt">>_lgbt<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _lgbt eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-lgbt-plus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>><</if>><</button>></span></div><div class="col-3"><<dark "Feminism Campaign:" "Current number: $fem">> <span id="stats-fem-minus">\ <<button "-">> <<if _fem gt 0>> <<if _fem eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-fem-plus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _fem--, _teams++>> <<replace "#stats-fem">>_fem<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _fem eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-fem-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <<elseif _fem eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-fem-minus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>> <</button>> \ </span>\ <span id="stats-fem">_fem</span> \ <span id="stats-fem-plus">\ <<button "+">> <<if _fem lt 10 and _teams gt 0>> <<if _fem eq 0>> <<run $("#stats-fem-minus button").prop("disabled", false);>> <</if>> <<set _fem++, _teams-->> <<replace "#stats-fem">>_fem<</replace>> <<replace "#teams">>_teams<</replace>> <<if _fem eq 10>> <<run $("#stats-fem-plus button").prop("disabled", true);>> <</if>><</if>><</button>></span></div> </div> <div id="warning">-- All 3 events in the BLM and the LGBT routes are available. However, as soon as you reach 3 events in either the other will be locked out. --</div></center>

<<if $hrc gt 0>>By improving our reach, we have collected <b><<print $hrc>></b> new members, bringing us to a total of <b><<set $hrctotal to $hrctotal + $hrc>><<print $hrctotal>><<set $hrc to 0>></b> members and <<set _teams to Math.round($hrctotal / 3)>><<print _teams>> teams.<</if>> <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">BLM Events: <<print $blm>> <<if visited("BLM") is 2 and visited("LGBT Ellis Confrontation") gte 1 and visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 2 and $blm gte 25>><<link "BLM Event 3" "BLM">><</link>><<elseif $blm lt 25>><<dark "BLM Event 3" "Unlocks at BLM 25">><<elseif visited("BLM") is 2>><<dark "BLM Event 3" "Unlock this by visiting other HRC aspects twice">><<else>><<dark "BLM Event 3" "See the other BLM Events First">><</if>> <<if visited("BLM") is 1 and $blm gte 12>><<link "BLM Event 2" "BLM">><</link>><<elseif $blm lt 12>><<dark "BLM Event 2" "Unlocks at BLM 12">><<elseif visited("BLM") is 0>><<dark "BLM Event 2" "See the first BLM Event First">><<else>><<dark "BLM Event 2" "Already Seen">><</if>> <<if visited("BLM") is 0 and $blm gte 5>><<link "BLM Event 1" "BLM">><</link>><<elseif $blm lt 5>><<dark "BLM Event 1" "Unlocks at BLM 5">><<else>><<dark "BLM Event 1" "Already Seen">><</if>></div><div class='col-4 management'>LGBT Events: <<print $lgbt>> <<if visited("BLM") is 2 and visited("LGBT Ellis Confrontation") gte 1 and visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 2 and $lgbt gte 25>><<link "LGBT Event 3" "LGBT">><</link>><<elseif $lgbt lt 25>><<dark "LGBT Event 3" "Unlocks at LGBT 25">><<elseif visited("LGBT Ellis Confrontation") gte 1>><<dark "LGBT Event 3" "Unlock this by visiting other HRC aspects twice">><<else>><<dark "LGBT Event 3" "See the other LGBT Events First">><</if>> <<if visited("LGBT") is 2 and $club.count("metprincipal") is 0>><<link "Meet the principal with Ellis' Case" "LGBT Ellis Confrontation">><</link>><<elseif visited("LGBT") is 1 and $lgbt gte 12>><<link "LGBT Event 2" "LGBT">><</link>><<elseif $lgbt lt 12>><<dark "LGBT Event 2" "Unlocks at LGBT 12">><<elseif visited("LGBT") is 0>><<dark "LGBT Event 2" "See the first LGBT Event First">><<else>><<dark "LGBT Event 2" "Already Seen">><</if>> <<if visited("LGBT") is 0 and $lgbt gte 5>><<link "LGBT Event 1" "LGBT">><</link>><<elseif $lgbt lt 5>><<dark "LGBT Event 1" "Unlocks at LGBT 5">><<else>><<dark "LGBT Event 1" "Already Seen">><</if>></div><div class='col-4 management'>Feminism Events: <<print $fem>> <<if visited("BLM") is 2 and visited("LGBT Ellis Confrontation") gte 1 and visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 2 and $fem gte 25>><<link "FEM Event 3" "HRC Feminism 3">><</link>><<elseif $fem lt 25>><<dark "FEM Event 3" "Unlocks at FEM 25">><<elseif visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 2>><<dark "FEM Event 3" "Unlock this by visiting other HRC aspects twice">><<else>><<dark "FEM Event 3" "See the other FEM Events First">><</if>> <<if visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 2>><<dark "FEM Event 2" "Already Seen">><<elseif visited("HRC Feminism 2") is 1>><<link "Outcome of the Protest" "HRC Feminism 2">><</link>><<elseif visited("HRC Feminism 1") gte 1 and $fem gte 12>><<link "FEM Event 2" "HRC Feminism 2">><</link>><<elseif $fem lt 12>><<dark "FEM Event 2" "Unlocks at FEM 12">><<elseif visited("HRC Feminism 1") is 0>><<dark "FEM Event 2" "See the first FEM Event First">><<else>><<dark "FEM Event 2" "Already Seen">><</if>> <<if visited("HRC Feminism 1") is 0 and $fem gte 5>><<link "FEM Event 1" "HRC Feminism 1">><</link>><<elseif $fem lt 5>><<dark "FEM Event 1" "Unlocks at FEM 5">><<else>><<dark "FEM Event 1" "Already Seen">><</if>></div></div>

<div id='continue'><<if $blm lt 39 and $lgbt lt 39 and $fem lt 39>><<set $blm to 39>><</if>>This was it, the moment of truth. In our ususal meeting space, we were joined by our principal, Ms. <<light Priscilla>>, alongside a few other professors that seemed to be involved in the decision we were about to take. <<s Priscilla>>We all know why we are gathered here.<</s>> The principal spoke up. <<s Priscilla>>I'd first like to command you all for the work you've put into changing this club and growing it to the point it currently has reached, Through your efforts, you've made changes in our school. Whether these are for the better or worst is still to be seen, but at the very least you've given yourselves and other students a space to voice their needs.<</s>> It felt good to receive such praise from her, validating. <<s Priscilla>>However, your activism can no longer continue unadvised and unobserved. We need to make sure you're following the right track, and the way to do so is through a supervisor. A professor from school that will help you by making sure whatever project you come up with next aligns with the school's principals.<</s>> She explained, a sentiment we knew was coming and hoped we'd done enough to prepare for. <<s Priscilla>>And that's what we're here for, to see first if there are any professors interested in what you've been doing, and to then talk about which one of them is best suited to lead the club alongside your president.<</s>> Her nod towards <<light Jasmin>>, acknowledging her position, was subtle, but said a lot. <<s Priscilla>>Allow me to speak for myself first.<</s>> She said, continuing her speech. <<pic Priscilla>>The school's Principal<</pic>> <<if $fem gte 39>><<s Priscilla>>Your activism in feminist matters has not been unseen. The fact that you keep fighting for gender equality, for giving options to our students in what likes and dislikes they want to pursue, sits well with me. When it comes to your gender activism, I'm interested, and I see great potential in it to give voice to the voiceless. I know it is unusual for a principal to be supervising a club, but I figure it's time for me to be more in touch with what's happening in my school, even at the students' level.<</s>> As she spoke, I found myself smiling wide at her admissions, seeing that the principal was interested was something truly heartwarming. <<s Priscilla>>Should you choose me, that's the thing I intend to care about most, feminist issues and female empowerment.<</s>> <<else>><<s Priscilla>>I personally find that your interest lies in other places than mine, despite certain times where you were fighting for gender equality, a commandable effort.<</s>> She spoke clearly. <<s Priscilla>>And as such, I believe that another professor taking over the club's activities supervision is necessary, as they'd feel more in tune with the things that have your interest.<</s>> It would be unusual for a principal to be supervising a club after all... <<s Priscilla>>I will not offer myself as supervisor.<</s>><</if>> After finishing her speech, she turned towards another professor present there, Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, our biology teacher. <<pic Rotherford>>The biology teacher<</pic>> <<if $lgbt gte 39>><<s Rotherford>>I'll be really sad if you don't take me as supervisor.<</s>> She jokingly said as a start. <<s Rotherford>>As a member of the LGBT community myself, I am truly excited of the prospect of giving a safe space for our students to discover themselves and what they like. When I told my wife about your activism, we both agreed that we wished we had something like that when we were your age. I command your efforts.<</s>> //She was a lesbian? And married to a woman too?? I never knew that fact about her!// <<s Rotherford>>Seeing that switch with time of our society's beliefs and seeing that inclusive space brings a huge relief to my heart. I'd be thrilled to be supervising your activities, and widen the scope of our community engagement.<</s>> <<else>><<s Rotherford>>Unfortunately, my attention needs to be taken elsewhere.<</s>> She said, her statement clear. <<s Rotherford>>That is not to say that I do not appreciate your activism, especially in matters related to the LGBT community. You've been giving voice to people who didn't have one. But it does seem to me like your attention is divided, and other avenues seem to be more attractive to you.<</s>> She explained, <<s Rotherford>>My wife and I are thrilled by your actions to give space for the LGBT members of the school to speak up in what they believe in, but I think another person supervising you is what you need.<</s>> //She was a lesbian? And married to a woman too?? I never knew that fact about her!//<</if>> Ms. <<light Rotherford>> turned towards the last person there, Mr. <<light Carter>>. <<pic Carter>>The theater professor<</pic>> <<if $blm gte 39>><<s Carter>>Black lives matter, and you've been making that clear since the start of your program.<</s>> He stated, already winning our favor. <<s Carter>>Your activism in racial issues, especially since the large majority of your club is comprised of white women, is something that society needs to look up to. In accepting my supervision, I'll be sure to add a masculine, POC voice to the mix, helping you in widening the impact of your activism, reaching a larger audience. Out your trust in me, and you'll find that we'll have a true chance to impact the whole world.<</s>> I smiled to myself, seeing <<light Jasmin>>'s eyes light up as well. She was definitely happy with this outcome, and I knew where her vote was at. <<else>><<s Carter>>Despite the initial projects that your club worked on, it seems like you path has diverged from that starting position. I find you all have been looking elsewhere for activism and its projects, and so cannot offer my aid in your activities.<</s>> As he spoke, I felt <<light Jasmin>> sadden at the revelation. <<s Carter>>You have my appreciation in trying to resolve racial issues, but it does seem to me like your priorities are different than that.<</s>><</if>> With all three adults speaking their mind and offering their point of view over our club, we found ourselves debating between us on which of them to choose to aid us in our projects. It seemed like each had their own priorities for our club, which allign with what we already had in mind for it. <<if $fem gte 39>>Ms. <<light Priscilla>> was definitely in feminist issues. She'd take the club in that direction.<<else>>Ms. <<light Priscilla>>, a feminist, was not interested in supervising our club.<</if>> <<if $lgbt gte 39>>Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, apparently a lesbian, wanted to help us give more voice to the LGBT community.<<else>>Ms. <<light Rotherford>>, apparently a lesbian, did not feel compelled to aid us in our activism.<</if>> <<if $blm gte 39>>Mr. <<light Carter>> found kinship with us in our fight against racial prejudices. He was interested in helping us widen the scope of our activism.<<else>>Mr. <<light Carter>> couldn't find it in him to aid us in our activism, finding that our priorities diverged from his.<</if>> <center>//Which one of the three are we choosing as supervisor?// <<dark "❗Notice❗" "This decision is irreversible, and will impact the HRC's path for the rest of the game.">></center> <<if $fem gte 39>><<link "Choose Priscilla">><<add "open" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Priscilla" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>I think we should make use of the fact that it's the principal offering her help, and accept her supervision. It'll make a lot of things a lot easier, and remember that we're doing this for our applications...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. I think the best option for us moving forward will be you, Ms. Priscilla. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities and what the club is working on.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Priscilla>>Fantastic. Appreciate the trust.<</s>> She said, ushering us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Priscilla" "Option not available">><</if>> <<if $lgbt gte 39>><<link "Choose Rotherford">><<add "bisex" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Rotherford" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>I think the best option for us is Ms. Rotherford. She's super smart, and it feels like she has something to prove...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. I think the best option for us moving forward will be you, Ms. Rotherford. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities and what the club is working on.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Rotherford>>Fantastic. I won't let you down.<</s>> She said with gravitas, ushering us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Rotherford" "Option not available">><</if>> <<if $blm gte 39>><<link "Choose Carter">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<pickup $club "HRC Supervisor Carter" 1>><<replace "#continue">>I approached my friend and voiced my opinion on the matter. <<s Author>>We already know who we're going to choose, aren't we? It's obvious what this club has always been about...<</s>> I whispered to her as she ruminated her options. He nodded her head and spoke up: <<s Jasmin>>We appreciate your attention and care to the topic of our club. But there is no way we could pass up on having a strong hand aiding us in our projects. We're excited to have your guidance on our activities, Mr. Carter.<</s>> She said, flashing her best smile. <<s Carter>>You made the right choice today.<</s>> He said, a shiver going down my spine at his words as he ushered us out. Next session is going to be interesting for sure, I looked forward to it. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose Carter" "Option not available">><</if>></div>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<if $costumechoice is 5>>After our meeting with <<light Julio>> where we decided to dress up as Greek gladiators, <<light Leo>> and I had a mission that we needed to accomplish. Working out had to be our goal for the upcoming week or so, before our next Monday Class.<<else>><<light Leo>> had mentioned earlier how he was looking to redefine himself this new year, and I was willing to help him. The thought came to my mind that we might both benefit from working out together...<</if>> Approaching my friend, I talked to him: <<s Author>>So, Leo, ready to get the blood pumping and that ass shaking?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ass shaking?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's a figure of speech. Come on, let's go to the gym!<</s>> <<link "continue" "Leoworkout">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<add "leoworkout" 1>> Walking into the local gym, <<light Leo>> and I parted ways to change into our workout clothes in the locker rooms before we joined each other on the gym floor. There, we stood and looked at each other. <<s Leo>>So... What are we supposed to do?<</s>> <<s Author>>Honestly, I don't really know.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What, you've researched everything on this planet and get the highest grades in class and don't know how to work out?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well I'm in the process of learning that at home, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do and what you are.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Why, am I supposed to do something different?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well, yeah... I think...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Okay this was a mistake.<</s>> <<s Author>>No it's not. We both need it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'll follow your lead then, I guess..<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Have him work out differently than myself">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-masc.jpg">> Knowing that <<light Leo>> is different than I am, I gave him a workout that is better suited for him, and asked him to carry weights and work his upper body more. He struggled for a while but made it happen eventually. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Give him masculine variations">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-nb.jpg">> While <<light Leo>> needed to work out and improve his physical ability, I couldn't distract myself too long in giving him a personalized workout drill, and instead gave him more masculine variations of the same things I was doing. The outcome was somewhat satisfying, although I couldn't really get a workout of my own in. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Work his glutes like me.">><<add "athletics" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/workout1-fem.jpg">> I couldn't bother myself to give him his own workout, and instead went for my own and had him follow and do the same. Something inside me further pushed me not to allow him heavier weights in the workouts we were doing, and instead required him to do exactly the same as me. It was nice seeing him join me in our workouts and doing the same things I was. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $leoworkout is 2 and $costumechoice is 5>><<add "leoworkout" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>>This was our final workout before our classes monday, and we were both nervous of not having done enough ahead of the class. <<if $alphabeta lt 0>> <video src="images/events/leoevents/fem-workout.mp4" max-width="60%"/> While <<light Leo>> was not the most masculine person out there, our workouts were paying off well. I was proud of the progress he had done during that week but was sure he'd not stand a chance in the face of more masculine men.<<else>> <video src="images/events/leoevents/masc-workout.mp4" max-width="60%"/><<light Leo>> had made a lot of progress in these past few weeks, really pushing his limits and giving himself a truly improved physique.<</if>> As for me... <img src='images/workout/gym.jpg' max-width='60%'> <<if $athletics gte 10>>I was confident that I had improved my physique enough this past week for the costume choice we had made. I was looking forward to class to show off my physique.<<else>>I knew I was lacking, and cursed myself for not quite getting myself to where I needed to be. Even though <<light Leo>> was ready, I was not, and I was about to cost us the costume option.<</if>> Happy with this last workout ahead of classes, <<light Leo>> and I finished our workout for the day. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $leoworkout is 14>>(Leo informs the MC that they will no longer be able to make it to Wednesday workouts because of a theater play for school. He might still be able to make it on Sundays...) (In other words, end of content for this update)<<set $leoworkout to 15>> <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $leoworkout gte 16>>Working out with Leo on Sundays - WIP. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><<else>><<add "leoworkout" 1>><<light Leo>> meets me at the gym, and both wearing our clothes decide to workout. Looking at me for guidance, I lead him across his drills. <div id='workout'><center><<if visited("LW Into Him") gte 2 and visited("LW Lockers") is 0>><<dark "No one's looking at him" "Raise or lower his masculinity beyond 10">><<elseif visited("LW Into Him") lt 3>><<link "Someone's looking at him" "LW Into Him">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Someone's looking at him" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if visited("LW Into Me") is 2 and $athletics lt 20>><<dark "No one's looking at me" "Raise athletics above 20">><<elseif visited("LW Into Me") is 2 and $outfit.has("gym pink shorts")>><<link "The voyeur looks at me again" "LW Into Me">><</link>><<elseif visited("LW Into Me") is 2>><<dark "No one's looking at me" "I may need to find something better to wear at Pablo Rabonne.">><<elseif visited("LW Into Me") lt 3>><<link "Someone's looking at me!" "LW Into Me">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Someone's looking at me!" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if visited("LW Gluting") is 2 and $leoevent lt 2>><<dark "He does not need attention" "I need to improve the friendship">><<elseif visited("LW Gluting") lt 3>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20 and visited("LW Gluting") is 3>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 20 and visited("LW Gluting") is 3>><<link "He needs attention" "LW Gluting">><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gt -20 and $alphabeta lt 20>><<dark "He does not need attention" "Not feminine or masculine enough.">><<else>><<dark "He needs attention" "Already seen these scenes">><</if>> | <<if visited("LW Lockers") is 1>><<dark "The locker room mishap" "Already seen this scene">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 10 or $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "The locker room mishap" "LW Lockers">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Scene" "Raise or lower his masculinity beyond 10">><</if>> <<link "Just another Workout Session">><<replace "#workout">><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Random Stuff</h2></center> <<switch random(1, 4)>> <<case 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<light Leo>> and I work out together and challenge ourselves to offer a great workout. We're both happy with the outcome, having physically improved. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>> <<case 2>>Today's workout didn't quite go as planned as I spent most of it spotting <<light Leo>> as he challenged himself to go further than he has before. I wasn't able to improve myself, but maintained my level. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>> <<case 3>>At a loss for what to do, <<light Leo>> asked me what he should work on for this session. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Biceps and Back">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to see him improve physically, I suggested he work on his upper body to give himself a more masculine form. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Core Workout">><<replace "#choices">>Convinced that nothing beats a conditioning workout, I suggested he concentrate on his core for today. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Glutes">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Wanting to see him improve his impressive attributes, I suggested he work like me on his glutes. This had the additional help of giving us more time to spend together. <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<default>>Our time at the gym might not have been as productive as I would've liked it to be, but at least I got to spend some fun times with my friend, improving our friendship.<<add "Leo" 1>> <<link "Finish" "Gym">><</link>><</switch>><</replace>><</link>></center></div><</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Glutes up!</h2></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<light Leo>> and I were getting into the groove of working out, still discovering the gym and what kind of stuff we're supposed to do. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout2.jpg">> Today, I noticed him standing in front of the mirror, admiring his physique, and smiling to himself. I approached. <<s Author>>Someone's into himself...<</s>> I quipped, and he looked at me in the mirror. <<s Leo>>I'm just really happy to see some improvement, you know...<</s>> He smiled as he flexed his arm, showing off a growing triceps. <<s Author>>Sure, if you say so. But looking good and actually showing it are two very different things.<</s>> I gave him a friendly slap on the bum before moving away. He followed. <<s Leo>>What do you mean? I've been improving on how much I carry as well.<</s>> He announced, eager to prove himself. <<s Author>>That's great and all, but is it really enough? Better than nothing is still relatively nothing.<</s>> I smiled, wanting to show that I was still taking it as a joke. He was more serious than that. <<s Leo>>It's not nothing, it's something. Heck I bet I could beat you in anything. I challenge you even to it!<</s>> He was persistent. I raised my eyebrow at that last statement. <<s Author>>Anything? You could beat me at anything?<</s>> I asked, interested to where things were going. <<light Leo>> took a breather before he spoke: <<s Leo>>Yes. I think I can.<</s>> Thinking and doing were two very different things. I spoke: <<s Author>>Let me think then on what the challenge might be.<</s>> Multiple options presented themselves to me. While my upper body was not the strongest out there, I figured choosing it and losing to him would be a boost to his character. On the other hand, my stronger asset was my quads, and I knew I could squat a decent weight without issue. A third option that I think <<light Leo>> might be lacking in was his stamina, and challenging him to that might make me victorious. <div id="choices">//What to choose?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Chest pumps">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>What's a challenge if it's not something that we both will find difficult? <<s Author>>I challenge you to a chest pump challenge. The person who can successfully carry the bigger weight is the winner, and the better athlete.<</s>> I announced to a smiling <<light Leo>>. His confidence received a boost at listening to the challenge I chose, and he was quick to make use of this advantage as he racked the weight on the machine. I worried I might've taken the wrong decision. Starting with just to bar, I struggled almost to get it up, doing one rep and placing it back in position. He did quick work on the task before racking the first set of weights. This second level was way harder for me, as I grunted and struggled to put the bar back up. I had quickly reached my limit. <<light Leo>> was absolutely beaming by now, extremely happy with the circumstances. Getting into position, he was quick to do his set, before calling to me: <<s Leo>>Add another 10 on each side.<</s>> Came his request, as he looked to give this a final push. I got to work for him, handling the weights to put them into position. To say he didn't struggle with that final push would be a lie. He was after all human and had just started his workout journey. He still made it happen, and I cursed his male genes for giving him this unfair advantage in our challenge. I definitely should've chosen something else. But then, I wouldn't see the beaming, happy face that I did now, as <<light Leo>> gladly took things in stride, flexing his biceps to show them off. I couldn't help but smile at his showmanship, happy to have given him this confidence boost. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Stamina">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>Banking on his current inexperience, I decided to challenge him to a stamina matchup, wanting to see how far he could go. <<s Author>>The person that can run the longest on the treadmill is the victor.<</s>> I announced as I headed to the machines, wanting to leave him in the dust. He was quick to catch up. <<s Leo>>Treadmill? Think I can't outrun you?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not outrunning.<</s>> I clarified. <<s Author>>It's about who can last the longer running the same pace. It's a stamina challenge.<</s>> He gulped at the statement, his confidence wavering for a moment. <<s Author>>Let's go.<</s>> We both got in position, and slowly raised the speed until we found one we were both comfortable with. <<s Leo>>You won't last long, I know it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Watch your step, you might trip over yourself!<</s>> I announced, smiling at him. He smiled back. The next 5 minutes passed normally, but I could feel us both starting to lose patience. <<s Author>>This is boring. Let's take it up a notch.<</s>> I announced, raising the speed. <<s Leo>>Yeah.<</s>> He agreed, matching my speed. Our quicker pace meant we were now running softly instead of jogging. I watched my breath as I concentrated on the task at hand. <<s Leo>>It's okay to give up you know. There's no shame in it.<</s>> Came his teasing voice, distracting me from mmy concentrated state. <<s Author>>You talk too much. You'll run out of air.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Faster.<</s>> He announced, raising the speed yet again. I had to keep up. We were now truly running alongside each other, both almost panting in our pursuit of victory. <<s Author>>Feeling - pant - tired - pant - yet?<</s>> I asked, giving a furtive glance in his direction. <<s Leo>>Not - pant - one - pant - bit!<</s>> Came his sporadic answer, him getting just as tired as I was. I took a deep breath. <<s Author>>Faster.<</s>> I announced, pushing myself to the limit. He did the same, and we were both suddenly two crazy runners attacking machines with their heavy steps trying to get the other to tap out. Panting and running, we were neck-in-neck in our pursuit. <<light Yara>>, if she saw us like that, would probably be proud. I was struggling to keep up, and turning to look at him, saw that he was in the same case as I was. <<s Author>>Enough?<</s>> I asked, offering a truce. <<s Leo>>Enough.<</s>> He announced, accepting it. We immediately turned off the machines, allowing it to shut down and lower the speed drastically, before falling to the ground behind it alongside each other, trying to catch out breath. All one could hear was panting for the next minute or so as he tried to get our lungs to function normally again. After a while, I turned to look at him and he did the same, looking back at me. And I laughed, joined by his own laughs. Two crazy challengers on the ground enjoying their time. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Squats">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-workout3.jpg">>I had an advantage in one area, and I looked forward to using it to my benefit. <<s Author>>I challenge you to a squat challenge then.<</s>> He was stunned at the reveal, cursing his luck and reckless call-out. <<s Leo>>Squats?<</s>> His worry was obvious as he looked at me. <<s Author>>What is there an issue with that? Too weak for it?<</s>> I teased, pushing just the right buttons. <<s Leo>>No. Not at all.<</s>> He gulped. <<s Leo>>You're on.<</s>> We both headed to the barbell where we could have our challenge, and I was quick to load a decent starting weight. I got in position and made quick work of the acceptable initial weight. Following after me, <<light Leo>> also did his own rep, surprising himself at how easily he managed to make it happen. I was unbothered, we were only beginning. I racked additional weight to the barbell and did another rep, this one a more challenging undertaking but still manageable by all accounts. And manage he did as well, pushing through the challenge and doing a rep of his own. I could feel the heat of the challenge get to me. I placed the weight of my personal best. I needed to get him to tap out soon or I wouldn't have what it takes to keep going. I got in position, took the right stature, and got to work. Going down was easy. Going up however, was where the squats happened. I pushed an pushed with all my might, and stirred forward by the challenge, managed to get my rep in. I smiled to myself for the accomplishment. There was no way he'd be able to manage that weight. Yet it seemed like my will was not heard, as he took his place beneath the barbell and went down with it... Then with a bit of a fight went back up, still looking relatively comfortable and confident. <<s Author>>How did you...?<</s>> I was speechless. He kept adding a bit more weight. <<s Leo>>I'm used to carrying stuff for our family picnics. And I am taught to carry with my legs, not my back.<</s>> He spoke nonchalantly, before moving into position one last time with the additional weight. This one was difficult for him, but he eventually managed to get his rep in, pushing through the effort and raising the weights. <<s Leo>>Feel like trying?<</s>> He asked while looking at me, smiling. <<s Author>>It's unfair! You're a dude you don't need all that muscles in your ass and legs!<</s>> I commented, flustered at the recent development. He laughed at me, happy with his victory in the challenge. Later in the workout however, he seemed thoughtful at the last thing I said. I myself was still frustrated to have lost the challenge. //He did have a feminine butt that can carry weight, he should be reconsidering shit!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>For today, we had decided we'd be taking the adventure outside, to the open air, and have ourselves a nice run around the block. Jogging alongside one another, <<light Leo>> and I were enjoying the scenery as we kept pace, traveling through roads and alleys on our beautiful trek. We were working out a decent sweat, happy to be active and pushing our limits. At one point in our excursion, we found ourselves at an interesting location, where two routes presented themselves to us. We could either take the long steps that lead back up to the main street where the gym was, a demanding workout that is sure to leave us tired. Or we could choose to take the scenic route, which would prolong our workout by about half an hour and wouldn't be as challenging. <<s Leo>>I wouldn't mind a bit of a challenge.<</s>> My friend made his opinion known, but ultimately, allowed me to take the final decision. <div id="choices"><<link "Take the scenic route">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel like putting my body on the line for simple stairs, and would have liked taking a more scenic route. <<s Author>>We have time, let's have the long turn instead.<</s>> I announced, before heading in that direction. The next hour or so was spent with this fun trip across the town, a long yet rewarding jog that helped us feel stronger and readier for challenges. //What a nice, simple workout and beautiful day!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Take the stairs">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/stairs-workout.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> We were here to challenge ourselves, and push our limits. <<s Author>>We need to take the stairs, Leo. That's what we came here for. To workout!<</s>> I reminded him, eager to take on the challenge. And up we went, step after energetic step slowly but surely turning more challenging as we continued our way up. <<s Leo>>Wow that's a lot.<</s>> <<s Author>>We need to keep pushing. No break. No rest for the wicked!<</s>> I announced, trying to instill inspiration in my friend. <<s Leo>>Ouf ouf... My ass...<</s>> I could feel my ass tightening as it flexed and relaxed to get me up the challenging steps. <<s Author>>Me too. That's how you kow it's working!<</s>> I encouraged him further, limits pushed as we kept at it. We eventually reached the top, conquering that evil enemy called stairs. I looked at him, smiling, and he looked back at me. <<s Leo>>My ass is killing me.<</s>> <<s Author>>So is mine. But you'll thank me tomorrow when you see how good you look.<</s>> //That was an awesome workout!// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>Working out with <<light Leo>> today, my mind wanders as I remember our latest encounter at school, where he stood up for someone in the face of bullies. It had taken a great impact on my friend, who seemed to be heartless in his workout today. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, how's it going?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>. I was thinking of maybe going for biceps and chest for today. Try and beat my personal record.<</s>> He announced, setting himself up on one of the machines. <<s Author>>No no, I'm asking how you are doing. You seem a bit out of it.<</s>> I clarified, moving closer and placing my hand on his shoulder. He kept it there, as he looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>Well I need to improve physically I guess. That way I won't get hurt again.<</s>> The memory of the encounter was still fresh in his mind. I had to approach this delicately... <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>The more intimidating you are, the less they'll mess with you.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I gave him a soft understanding smile, before speaking myself. <<s Author>>I understand where you're coming from. If you look intimidating, that should be enough to divert any attention elsewhere.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I never thought of it like that. I always assumed I'd have to show them not to mess...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the beauty of it. If someone looks like they could beat you up, they probably could. And that often dissuades people from doing anything.<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiled at the revelation. <<s Leo>>Time to get tough then!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes please. We don't want you running around beating on people!<</s>> I gave him a soft smile, which he returned. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>The stronger you are, the more you can handle their beating.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I took in his case, and understood where he was coming from. I decided to give my own two cents on the subject. <<s Author>>I understand. You need to get strong in order to better handle these situations. Not get hurt by their attacks.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I was thinking more like be able to fight back...<</s>> I couldn't see my friend go down that road. <<s Author>>That's not who you are Leo. You're not a bad person who hurts people, no matter who they are.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Who am I then, how can I deal with that?<</s>> He was obviously struggling to find himself in such a situation, and how he's supposed to deal with it. <<s Author>>You're Leo. A pacifist and kind-hearted person, who's goal is to spread kindness. Especially when the going gets tough. People like you know how to roll with the punches, and come out stronger on the other side.<</s>> I admired my friend. I really did. And I wanted him to know that I saw that beauty in him. A beauty that people are not used to seeing and that often goes unnoticed. <<s Leo>>Really?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes really. That's the beauty of your character. You take life as it is and flow through it. You don't change the story, but rather truly follow the path you were meant to take!<</s>> I could see his smile slowly start to reappear on his lovely face. <<s Author>>That's your story, that's your truth. Live it!<</s>> I smiled back at him, happy to see my butterfly back. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<if $alphabeta lte -20>>Our workout took us once more in front of the gym mirror, as I took my seat on the machine, trying to work my shoulders as <<light Leo>> cheered me on, waiting for his turn. My eyes drifted on the mirror to his physique, taking in the improved body of my friend. These workouts have really been having their effect on him, and it showed most in his well-defined backside. In simpler terms, his ass was popping, the long weeks of workout finally showing their effect on him. <<picmid "events/leoevents/workout-ass.jpg">> I admired it. <<s Leo>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> His voice took me out of my dream-ery, as I was yet to bring the weights up, distracted by my recent realization. <<s Author>>Leo your ass...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about it? Is there something on it?<</s>> He asked, trying to catch a glimpse in the mirror himself. <<s Author>>It's impressive. You've really been working out!<</s>> I offered the information and observed his reaction. He blushed for a bit, speaking: <<s Leo>>Yeah I've noticed. These workouts really have taken their toll on my body.<</s>> <<s Author>>You look amazing, Leo! I'd be jealous if I didn't improve myself!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh thanks. I guess I really like it, it gives me a unique figure... And I can feel how much more stable I am.<</s>> He shared, happy with the development. I was just as happy as he was. <<s Author>>You're really growing into a better version of you, I'm so proud of you Leo.<</s>> I really was proud. She should have pride too! //I mean he, right?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif $alphabeta gte 20>>Our workout took us once more in front of the gym mirror, as I took my seat on the machine, trying to work my shoulders as <<light Leo>> cheered me on, waiting for his turn. My eyes drifted on the mirror to his physique, taking in the improved body of my friend. These workouts have really been having their effect on him, and it showed most in his well-defined upper body. In simpler terms, his muscles were popping, the long weeks of workout finally showing their effect on him. I admired him. <<s Leo>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> His voice took me out of my dream-ery, as I was yet to bring the weights up, distracted by my recent realization. <<s Author>>Leo your body...<</s>> <<s Leo>>What about it? Is there something wrong?<</s>> He asked, trying to catch a glimpse in the mirror himself. <<s Author>>It's impressive. You've really been working out!<</s>> I offered the information and observed his reaction. He blushed for a bit, speaking: <<s Leo>>Yeah I've noticed. These workouts really have taken their toll on my body.<</s>> <<s Author>>You look amazing, Leo! I'd be jealous if I didn't improve myself!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh thanks. I guess I really like it, I can feel how much more confident I am.<</s>> He shared, happy with the development. I was just as happy as he was. <<s Author>>You're really growing into a better version of you, I'm so proud of you Leo.<</s>> I really was proud. He should have pride too! <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</if>> <</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Wandering Eyes</h2></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<light Leo>> and I were knee deep in our workout. Literally, we were working on our balance on our knees on these balance balls, trying our best not to fall. Kneeling on them side by side in front of the mirror, we both struggled to keep up with the workout, staring at each other and willing the other person to fall first. It was all light and fun. <center><img src="images/events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg" height="300px"></center> My eyes drifted from my friend to behind us, and I noticed a stranger checking us out. I was startled, because I didn't know who exactly he was looking at. <<light Leo>> fell to the side, having lost his balance, and bumped into my ball, bringing me down with him. <<s Author>>Hey unfair!<</s>> I shouted out, laughing. <<s Leo>>It's a tie!<</s>> He announced, teasing me at the development. As we gathered ourselves and stood back up, I looked behind me to see that the stranger has diverted his eyes and moved to a different station. //Interesting...// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Today's workout was a simple, fun one, where we worked on our core and back muscles. <<light Leo>> has been improving a lot recently, and it was always great to see this development in my friend. I was happy for him. As we had our final stretch for the day, I decided to end it a bit early, separating from my friend and heading towards the lockers. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-gawking2.jpg">> The peeping tom from last time caught my eye as I had started walking away. I needed to know who he was gawking at, and so took a detour to hide and look at him. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw him move towards where <<light Leo>> was stretching and approach him. I couldn't quite hear what the conversation was about, but soon the guy got closer and placed his hand on <<light Leo>>'s back, helping him in his stretching by pushing him forward. //So it was him he was looking at!// I wondered where this budding gym romance would take them as I made my way to the locker room to take my shower and change. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>I still remember the last time <<light Leo>> was stuck in the locker room with no underwear to put on. It was an interesting predicament. The outcome of it, the way that naughty guy kept looking at him... And the way he's been looking at him ever since... I knew that something would come out of it eventually, I just had no idea when that would be. Today turned out to be that day, as yet again I finished my workout a bit earlier than expected and headed off to the lockers to wash and change. And I did that, ready to move and leave the place, when I was met with an intriguing image through the slightly ajar male locker room door: <<light Leo>> and the stranger were both standing in the locker room, the man dangerously close behind my friend. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-assrubb.jpg">> He decided to engage: <<s stranger>>That was an intriguing predicament last time...<</s>> He commented, approaching my friend. <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> My naive friend hadn't noticed the glare, overwhelmed with the emotions of the situation when it happened. <<s stranger>>I mean that naughty little underwear game you were playing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s face turned a new shade of red as he came to the realization of what it meant. <<s Leo>>Oh it's... A misunderstanding.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Don't worry. I understand what it is perfectly. We all have secrets.<</s>> The stranger smiled, gritting his teeth at my vulnerable friend. This could quickly get out of control... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Interject">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I chose to come to my friend's aid, interjecting in the naughty scene I was an observant of. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, are you still for long?<</s>> I asked feigning ignorance to what was happening. <<s Leo>>Not at all, I'll be right out.<</s>> He gave a sigh of relief as he rushed to gather his stuff, looking to go out. As he made it out of the room, the man glared at me, clearly displeased with my intervention. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>See where this goes">><<add "open" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to see where this would go, and remained silent as I saw the guy approach my friend even more. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/leo-rubbing.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<s stranger>>My secret is that I don't wear any.<</s>> He grabbed my friend's hand, and firmly placed it on his own crotch. <<light Leo>>'s eyes opened in surprised reaction, his hand immediately gripping what looked to be a python in the other person's pants. The dominant man smiled down on the deer caught in his headlights. <<s stranger>>Like what you're feeling?<</s>> <<light Leo>> remained silent, unable to truly form words to answer the naughty question he had just received, his hand still gripping the sizeable member. <<s stranger>>Give it a stroke, discover it.<</s>> He guided his hand, allowing it to drift up and down in exploration as the member grew in its restraints. The baggy shorts he wore rose as the cock grew in size and shape. <<light Leo>> gulped hard. The man looked at my friend, and his hand drifted behind him, grabbing a hold of his ass with a spank. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/workout/leo-spank.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<light Leo>> shuddered in reaction. <<s stranger>>I've been loving watching you work out. You've been growing into quite the specimen.<</s>> The leering predatory grin still plastered on his face, the man's eyes drifted to <<light Leo>>'s soft lips. <<s stranger>>I wonder what you taste like.<</s>> This last comment shook my friend out of his stupor, as he jolted his hand away from the shaft it held. Rushing to grab his stuff, it seems like the flight response kicked in for him as he looked to leave. I decided to silently retreat, not willing to explain my voyeurism to him. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: All Eyes on Me!</h2></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The gym is a great place to meet people, workout together, and... Look at yourself in the mirror while flexing and enjoying how you look. And that's what I found myself doing alongside <<light Leo>> today, enjoying my curves and the effects of the workouts we've been having. <<s Leo>>Someone's into themselves. Watch out people! There's a new hottie in town!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh stop it. There's no use being jealous Leo.<</s>> I joke at him, still admiring my hard work. My eyes drift for a moment, and I notice a guy check me out, his eyes drifting across my ass as he took in my improved curves. His eyes drifted back up, to look back at me. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me1.jpg' width='50%'></center> His beard opens with a white smile as he chuckles to himself, unbothered to have been discovered looking at me. What an odd character! <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Today's workout is an intensive one, where both <<light Leo>> and I have lost ourselves in the routine and are giving it our all to accomplish our fitness goals. This all came shattering when I saw the naughty voyeur of last time, the guy who was openly gawking at my ass. The memory of his eyes on me sent a shudder down my spine as I looked back on that brief interaction. As I look to him to see if he's staring at me again, I notice his eyes have taken hold of something else, something seemingly more interesting to him. Another girl, obviously a regular here by the looks of that physique and toned muscles, is shaking her ass in some tight yoga pants that leave little to the imagination. And the handsome voyeur is taking it all in, completely forgetting his past muse, me. At one point he even goes up to her and helps her in her workout, working on her sore muscles. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me2.jpg' width='50%'></center> <div id='choices'>//How does that make me feel?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Why am I jealous?">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not quite understanding why I felt so sad about his wandering eyes, I furrowed my brows at my odd reaction. //If he's looking at someone else, then good riddance!// Despite my thoughts, I found myself really giving it my all in this workout, trying to push my limits to improve physically. <<s Leo>>Someone's really pushing herself!<</s>> My friend's comment shook me from my intense mental state as I kept the effort high. //Maybe I need to work on myself and dress better to catch his wandering eye?// //No why would I want that?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>I don't care.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not really caring about a stranger with no personal boundaries, I shift my focus to <<light Leo>>, helping him with a particularly challenging set. If he doesn't want to look at me, that's his loss. And my relief. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>The naughty outfit on and my eagerness to impress through the roof, I used today's workout with <<light Leo>> as a way to put my body on display, eager for the unwanted attention from the gym's voyeur. <center><img src='images/workout/into-me3.jpg' width='50%'></center> The bearded individual's eyes are quick to drift to my shapely figure as soon as he feels my eye move from him, and I can't help but smile internally at the development. A few weeks ago, I hated his naughty stares and wanted nothing to do with them... Look at me now, dressing up in these revealing outfits and working out extensively just for the chance to stir something in a complete stranger... //What a shift in character!// <<light Leo>>, as ever, is unaware of my personal aspirations on the gym floor. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>> <</if>>

<img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Locker Room Mishap</h2></center> <div id='continue'>Reaching the gym on that particularly rainy day, I notice <<light Leo>> drenched in water, his gym bag in hand and looking overall miserable. <<s Author>>What a lovely weather we're having today!<</s>> <<s Leo>>Ha Ha.<</s>> He fake laughed. <<s Leo>>I've got a change of clothes in my bag, sorry I'm late.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't mention it. I'll be waiting for you right outside.<</s>> As promised, I took my place outside of my friend's locker room waiting for him to finish his change of clothing to start our workout. He came out around a couple of minutes later. <<s Leo>>Not an emergency, but scary news nonetheless.<</s>> <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> He was still in his wet clothing, somehow worried. <<s Leo>>I don't have my underwear.<</s>> <<s Author>>And?<</s>> <<s Leo>>And the shorts are my father's.They are a bit... Loose.<</s>> His worry was evident, yet the solution was obvious to me. <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta gte 10>><<link "Convince him to go commando">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's only one solution, really.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at me expectantly. <<s Author>>Free the ballsies.<</s>> I announced, continuing: <<s Author>>Just go commando, there's not a lot of people around either way.<</s>> He looked thoughtful at my advice, looking around at the relatively empty gym. <<s Leo>>That might be a good idea.<</s>> He acquiesced, moving back inside of the locker room to change. Moments later, he was out and ready to face the storm, balls flowing in his wide shorts. <<link "Continue">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Now ready to face the workout, <<light Leo>> still tried not to move as much as he usually did, and I could see him constantly try to adjust himself in his baggy shorts every time he sat or stood. Eventually, his attention to his odd predicament faded as he got more and more involved in the workout he was having. At one particular moment in his exercise, he had taken a seat on one of the benches, lying down on his back and lifting a barbell above him. I spotted him. The naughty observer who kept his eye on my friend caught a glimpse of his shorts, and the lack of underwear underneath. I looked at him smile at the realization, my friend unaware of the gawking he is a subject of. <<s Author>>Come on. You can do it! One more set.<</s>> I was an active participant in his exhibitionism now, as I saw how he widened his legs with the struggle to keep alive, offering a clearer view of his unobstructed genitals. I smiled to myself at the naughty event, eager to see where our gym adventures would take us next. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him go commando" "Not masculine enough">><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -10>><<link "Give him a pair of panties">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's only one solution, really.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at me expectantly. <<s Author>>Wait here.<</s>> I went to my own locker room and explored my bag for a pair of underwear for him to wear, already imagining what <<light Leo>> would look like in them. I picked up the pair of underwear I didn't have on, and looked at the black cotton panties I had in my bag. <center><img src='images/clothes/black cotton panties.jpg' width='100px' height='100px'></center> My friend had greater use for them, and I knew I'd always be able to buy another pair from Lisa Espana. I headed back towards my friend, panties bunched in the palm of my hand. <<s Author>>Here you go<</s>> I announced, handing him the cloth, <<s Author>>And before you argue, there's nothing to it. There's not a lot of people around either way.<</s>> He looked at the naughty garment, before quickly hiding it, looking around at the relatively empty gym. <<s Leo>>Woah seriously? What if someone saw?<</s>> He was understandably worried. <<s Author>>You could always go commando, but know I have your back.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Thank god they're black!<</s>> <<s Author>>You're lucky I didn't have the pink ones packed!<</s>> I teased him, <<s Author>>So, are we going to stand around here all day or will you be putting these on so we can actually workout today?<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at the gym one final time, before taking his decision. <<s Leo>>Fine, I'll do it.<</s>> I smiled internally at his acceptance. //He's going to look so cute in this.// <<link "Continue">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#continue">>Walking out of the locker room with crimson red cheeks, there was no denying that my friend had went with my offer and worn my panties, his posture slightly different as his ass pushed back just a bit more than usual. <<s Author>>How does it feel?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Snug.<</s>> He replied sweetly. <<s Author>>Not too tight?<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>Not really.<</s>> Must be small if it doesn't feel tight... What a cute little penis for a cute little boy. <<s Author>>Let's not lose time. I've got you.<</s>> Now ready to face the workout, <<light Leo>> still tried not to move as much as he usually did, and I could see him constantly try to adjust himself in his baggy shorts and tight panties every time he sat or stood. Aware of his naughty secret, I could clearly see the outline of his new underwear through his pants, and smiled at the realization. <<s Leo>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I was quick to cover for the discovery I made. <<s Author>>Amazing. I admire your courage!<</s>> I replied with a smile. <<light Leo>> betrayed his inner sentiments with a cute smile as he went on to the next workout. <<picmid "events/leoevents/panties.jpg" "Leo's new panties">> Eventually, his attention to his odd predicament faded as he got more and more involved in the workout he was having. I could catch glimpses of the panties he now wore under his baggy shorts, and I imagined how it felt for him to be stuck in such a predicament, so clearly vulnerable in public. At one particular moment in his exercise, he had taken a seat on one of the benches of a machine, facing the window as his hands reached up to grasp the bar above him to pull down. As I spotted him from the back, I noticed the panties get revealed every time his hands went up with the weights, before getting hidden from sight every time he got them back down. I was the only observer of this fact, and yet I felt the naughty thrill down my spine calling to do something about this. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-workout1.jpg">> The naughty observer who kept his eye on my friend a couple of times before was right behind me, and I made my choice. Moving aside, I allowed him to catch a glimpse of my friend in his compromising position, as his panties clearly got into sight and back away. I looked at the stranger smile shockingly at the realization, my friend unaware of the gawking he is a subject of. <<s Author>>Come on. You can do it! One more set.<</s>> I was an active participant in his exhibitionism now, as I saw how he pulled his hands further up with the struggle to keep the weights in check, offering a clearer view of his naughty underwear secret. I smiled to myself at the naughty event, eager to see where our gym adventures would take us next. As we headed out of the gym and <<light Leo>> offered to give me back the panties, cleaned, I chose to ignore his offer and asked him to keep them for himself. He reluctantly accepted. <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Give him a pair of panties" "Not feminine enough">><</if>></div></div>

<div id='continue'><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: A Bad Workout</h2></center> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Working out alongside <<light Leo>> again on this lovely Sunday, I could feel the energy was off. There was something unsaid, but felt. I just was not at the best of my abilities, and that worried me for a bit. As I looked in <<light Leo>>'s direction, I could see that he was struggling as well, unable to keep up with the weights that he had racked up. <<pichalf "workout/lw-bad1.jpg">>It seemed that we were both in our own struggles, and there was very little we could do about it. //How about motivation?//<<else>> <<pichalf "workout/lw-bad2.jpg">>Just like a few times ago, things were quite off for <<light Leo>> and I in our workouts. Last time one of us "motivated" the other... This time it was to be the other way round, naturally, right?<</if>> <<if $club.count("LW Bad Motivate Him") is 0>><<link "Motivate him">><<pickup $club "LW Bad Motivate Him" 1>><<replace "#continue">>My friend needed motivation, and I'd be the one to give it to him. I got closer to my <<light Leo>> as he struggled to keep control of the weights he had decided to work with. <<s Author>>Someone's struggling...<</s>> I claimed, somewhat laughing at him. He tried to keep a straight face. <<s Leo>>It's all good. It's all worth it.<</s>> He said, false bravado apparent. <<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<s Author>>What if we made a deal?<</s>> I asked him as he finished his set. <<s Leo>>What kind of deal?<</s>> My friend asked, thoughtful. <<s Author>>One of two options. You finish the full set, I have to do whatever you ask of me.<</s>> I said, taking my time in showing the stakes. <<s Author>>You don't, and I'll spank you in front of everyone here.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s eyes widened, not expecting this kind of challenge. I kept a brave face, knowing that my friend would not be too demanding should he succeed. A win win for sure. <<s Leo>>You do whatever? Anything?<</s>> His question made me revisit my decision. I am a woman of my word. <<s Author>>IF you finish the set.<</s>> My friend remained thoughtful for a moment, before moving to place himself back into position. I knew that if he applied himself to it, I'd easily lose this bet. And he seemed quite motivated for it. <<light Leo>> was coursing through it with a renewed vigor I did not expect of him, well and truly putting me in danger of losing my bet... <<picmid "workout/lw-badhim1.jpg">> <div id='choices'>Should I distract him? <<link "Yes, let him lose.">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to humiliate that person in front of everyone there, and I didn't want him to turn the tables on me in any way. So... Hard times carry hard decisions. I had to distract him from his goal. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, is that the guy that was with you in the locker room last time?<</s>> I asked him, reminding him of the man that had approached him a short while ago, touching him and toying with him. <<light Leo>> immediately lost his cool. <<s Leo>>What, where?<</s>> He asked, looking around and losing focus. <<s Author>>Hey, why are you distracted??<</s>> I asked him, faking being mad at him. The plan worked, and he struggled to keep going with his workout, faltering and eventually failing with his mission. <<s Author>>What a bad, bad boy.<</s>> I said, smiling wide. <<link "Onto my knee">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "workout/lw-bad-spanking1.jpg" "Spanking my Leo">> My friend was a good, submissive, and actively humiliated piece of ass, as he stood and took my assault on his cheeks. His moans were muffled as he tried not to gather attention to himself, trying to remain strong through the assault on his ass cheeks. A submissive, good boy, that was being motivated to do better next time. Before, a man had held onto his ass in control. Now, I was spanking him openly at the gym, and he was trying his best not to be noticed. Eventually, I figured I had to ramp up the game if I wanted to get any emotions out of him. If I wanted to truly motivate him. I became brutal. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking2.mp4">> Hit after him came down on his growing ass, turning his cheeks red as he cried out for mercy. <<s Leo>>I'll do better. I'll do better! Please! No more!<</s>> But I was a brutal mistress, having manipulated him into that position, and now making the best out of it. Spank after spank, my friend turned more and more docile, submissive, eager to please. And I'd slowly turned him into a good begging boy-toy. <<s Author>>You can always do better. You better do that!<</s>> I called out to him, domineering, angry. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I can! I am sorry!<</s>> He cried out, not quite aware that he just did not finish a set, embracing the submissive role I was pushing him towards. He was eager to please a demanding, powerful mistress, just because she demanded it. <<s Leo>>I'll do better. I swear I will!<</s>> He called out, defeated. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking3.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, play fair.">><<replace "#choices">>If I was to win this challenge, I'd have to win it fair and square. And that was what <<light Leo>> was doing, as he pushed his limits and got the job done, his body looking deep into its well to make this work for him. <<s Author>>Woah! Great job!<</s>> I said, legitimately impressed by his strength. <<s Author>>You keep getting better and better at this!<</s>> My friend smiled, before talking: <<s Leo>>About that reward...<</s>> He said naughtily. I knew that it would be something sexual. I did threaten a spank after all... <<link "Time to pay up">><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "workout/lw-bad-boner.jpg">> His penis stood to attention, ready for the handjob that he requested of me, eager to have me service him. <<s Author>>Only a handjob?<</s>> I teased him slyly before putting my hand against his hard penis. <<s Leo>>I... I could've asked for more?<</s>> He asked, incredulous. <<picmid "workout/lw-bad-hj1.jpg">><<s Author>>No... A handjob would suffice. You're already hard enough!<</s>> I said, placing my hand on his erect penis and stroking him, immediately receiving a moan from his parted, soft lips. <<s Author>>Does that feel good?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh yes...<</s>> His acquiescence was a given, he was already moaning out in the empty locker room. <<s Author>>Good. Good girl.<</s>> I said teasingly, immediately receiving higher moans from him. <<s Author>>Oh you like that?<</s>> He could only moan in answer. <<s Author>>No need to let this take longer than it has to. Come on, cum for me my dear sissy.<</s>> <<vid "workout/lw-bad-hj2.mp4">> With these final words, my dear <<light Leo>> found the last ounce of resistance fall away, accepting my manual labor and releasing his cum onto his belly, happy to have found satisfaction at my hands. He might have been the winner here, but I still found myself enjoying the whole thing, happy to have provided pleasure to my friend. <<s Leo>>Fuck! That's some good motivation. Wow!<</s>> His words of praise did bring me additional pleasure, I'd have to admit. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<s Author>>Worth it? Dude you're faltering.<</s>> He was quick to reply. <<s Leo>>No I'm not.<</s>> He had finished his set, breathing heavily. <<s Author>>Oh come on. It's okay not to be able to do this!<</s>> I said back to him. My friend was reticent. <<s Leo>>I can do this. I'm nowhere near done.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't believe it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Are you willing to bet on it?<</s>> He asked, ready to put it all on the line, to prove himself capable. <<s Author>>What are you thinking of?<</s>> I was ready to at least listen to what he had to offer. <<s Leo>>I finish the coming set with an additional weight plate,<</s>> He said as he placed that weight plate on his stack, <<s Leo>>And you give me a blowjob in the locker room.<</s>> //Sweet lord my friend has been growing some balls making such a request!// <<s Author>>And if you lose?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'll have nothing to lose.<</s>> He said. I knew I could rile him up, distract him somehow. I would always have the upper hand, there is no way that my friend would make this happen. I found myself nodding my head, willing to see where things would go with him. He smiled as he got into position, ready to work on the weights. <div id='choices'>Should I distract him? <<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "Yes, let him lose.">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-distraction.mp4">> In position in front of him, I only needed to do one thing. One thing that would surely get to him. <<s Author>>I'd have agreed to a fuck.<</s>> That statement, while a lie, was all it took to make my friend completely lose his mind, and his footing, making him miss out on the set that he was doing for his shoulder muscles. The loud clang turned a few heads in our direction as I stood smiling at him. <<s Author>>Told you you couldn't get it done.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Fuck.<</s>> He said in a barely audible whisper, his hands already drifting down to hide the boner he had popped. <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I teased him, noticing his arousal. <<s Leo>>Fucking tease.<</s>> My friend stated as he looked away. Part of me still wanted to console him for his lost opportunity, my public debauchery turning me on as I thought of the effectiveness of my approach. //Was I naughty enough to console him in yet another humiliating way?// <div id='choices2'>Should I offer a consolation prize? <<link "Yes, a footjob would be fine.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My friend deserved at least a consolation prize, and I figured I had just the way to keep him hooked on my actions, eager to have me control his arousal. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-foot1.mp4">> Moments later, we were in the locker room, him lying down in a submissive manner, and my feet stroking his hard-on, controlling the pace as he took the humiliation I gave him. <<s Author>>Instead of a blowjob, you get my lowest point. My feet. Does this feel good?<</s>> It seemed like my friend didn't care for the debauched humiliation of the situation, moaning out in eagerness and avidly debasing himself further. <<s Leo>>Oh yes. Yes.<</s>> His breathy moans came in support of my activity, and my feet moved faster. <<s Author>>How humiliating. You settled for my feet, you fucking beta.<</s>> I said, pushing the point home and making him moan even more. <<s Author>>It's cute though, how desperate you are for my body.<</s>> It was indeed beautiful to see the man I helped shape be so submissive towards me, towards my power. <<s Author>>That's it. That's it. Cum for me, you fucking beta male.<</s>> I said, driving the point home. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-foot2.mp4">> Moments later, my friend was cumming all over my feet like a good, docile man. And I revelled in the power I clearly held over him. <<s Author>>What a good boy.<</s>> I praised him naughtily, knowing that <<light Leo>> would be thinking of my feet for a while now. He might be a man, masculine now that I've helped him embrace that part of himself, but he'd always be submissive towards me. Towards the lowest point in me. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "No, losers gotta lose.">><<replace "#choices2">>My friend needed to understand the limitations of his body and effectiveness. He also needs to understand who will keep wearing the pants in this relationship. I smiled wide at him. <<s Author>>I suggest you take care of that boner in the bathrooms. That'd be enough working out for you.<</s>> I quipped, receiving a renewed blush from my horny friend. //How cute.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Not dominant enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "No, play fair.">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the potential outcome of this whole encounter, I couldn't find it in me to cheat my friend out of a well-deserved success. Or maybe a part of me was excited about the prospect of servicing him and blowing him just as he claimed would be his reward. Did I want to do that? Blow the masculine, powerful man that was now working out in front of me, his muscles flexing and making easy work of the weights he had racked? Was that why I had agreed in the first place? What was that thrilling submissive wave that coursed through me as I saw his powerful person pull on the cables, lifting these big numbers? That was doing its number on me, and I found myself silently encouraging <<light Leo>>. Encouraging him to get the job done. To show to himself and me that he had what it took to prove himself. To claim me. Oh fuck am I getting turned on, internally encouraging my friend to succeed. And he did. //Fuck I wanted to blow him.// <<link "Find a private spot">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-stripping.mp4">> I was making quick work of my clothes, wanting to give visual simulation to the strong, powerful man that had made quick and easy work of the additional weight in the common room of the gym. Now in private inside of the locker room proper, I shed my clothing as he worked on reveling his erect cock. And I jumped to it. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-bj.mp4">> Blowing him felt right, beautiful, real. And I was eager to show my <<light Leo>> that he had the power here, bobbing up and down and moaning around his cock. My friend was kind, he gave me praise: <<s Leo>>That's it. Fuck.. Good girl.<</s>> His words of encouragement had their intended effect on me, pushing me to improve my technique and do better, as I should. And I continued serving him, my head moving quickly, my tongue playing against his underside, my hand joining to stroke him. All in search of the reward. The satisfaction that I did a good job. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-cum.mp4">> And a good job I did, making him cum as I licked the underside of his cock, its head in my mouth as I savored the beautiful sperm that he'd graced me with. The wave of submission that I basked in was a beautiful one, one that made me hornier than I was moments earlier, and one that I'd carry with me as I left the gym that day. //Fooling around with my friends is a lot of fun. But serving my masculine friend was most fun!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Motivate him" "Already done that">><</if>> <<if $club.count("LW Bad Motivate Me") is 0>><<link "Let him motivate me">><<pickup $club "LW Bad Motivate Me" 1>><<replace "#continue">>My friend approached me as I kept trying to push myself, looking to do my best and get the set done. He spoke as soon as I finished my set. <<s Leo>>Well... You're not doing so great are you?<</s>> I was frustrated. <<s Author>>No shit, Sherlock!<</s>> I quipped back to him. He looked thoughtful. <<s Leo>>I know what will motivate you!<</s>> I simply looked at my friend. <<s Leo>>Easy. You finish the set, I'll do whatever you want, make it worth your while. Massage, whatever.<</s>> He said, already grabbing my interest. <<s Leo>>But if you fail, I get to spank you here and now, maybe that will help improve your assets.<</s>> His drawback was quite the challenge, but I knew that I had what it took to make this work for me. I was strong enough, just not in the right state of mind. I could do this, and he'd pay for it. //I can do this! I can!// <div id='choices'>Do I make it? <<link "Pull it off!">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-megood.mp4">> Indeed, his promise of a reward, whatever that may be and whatever I'd want it to be, put me in the right mood to push my limits and get the job done. Push after push, I found myself making a successful, flawless set. And I'd proved my friend wrong. <<s Leo>>Fuck. I didn't expect you'd be able to do it!<</s>> My friend admitted shyly. <<s Author>>Never underestimate a girl with a goal.<</s>> I said back to him, smiling. <<s Leo>>I guess now you'll want your reward?<</s>> He asked, gulping, thinking of what I might ask of him... <div id='choices2'>How should he pay up? <<link "Some oral relief is needed">><<set $arousal to 0>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "workout/lw-bad-spreading.jpg">> I laid back on a mattress in a secluded corner of the locker room, laying bare in front of the person that was to serve me. <<light Leo>> lost no time in getting between my legs to serve my cunt, eager to be giving me the pleasure that I so deserved. I was strong, powerful, in control. <<vid "workout/lw-bad-cunni.mp4">> And I had a good toy to serve my whims, to lick at my folds and bring me pleasure as I deserved it. His persistent licking was a beautiful thing. He fumbled a few times, but eventually found the right rhythm under my guidance. <<s Author>>Yes... Right there... That's it.<</s>> I guided the submissive person between my legs as he serviced me, his lips against mine, his eyes looking for signs of approval from me. <<if $alphabeta gte 10>>My friend took the opportunity to do something that surprised me, as his fingers drifted to my folds, and explored further. <<s Author>>What are you..?<</s>> <<vid "workout/lw-bad-fingering.mp4">> My question was cut short by the explorative fingers, entering me and enhancing my pleasure greatly. <<s Author>>Oh fuck! Fuck that's hot and good!<</s>> I claimed out loud. <<s Leo>>You like that?<</s>> He said, now having some sort of control over the situation. He was still serving me, but under his own conditions. A good balance. <<s Author>>Yes.. Yes Leo that's good.<</s>> Couple with his explorative, invading fingers, <<light Leo>> lowered his mouth once more to explore my folds further, eagerly exploring me and lapping up my juices. <<s Author>>Fuckkk....<</s>> I called out.<</if>> A couple of licks later, my friend had me squirming against his tongue as I came all over his face, moaning loud and not caring to be caught. <<s Author>>Fuck you're good, Leo!<</s>> I praised him as he smiled at me. <<s Leo>>It's your just reward!<</s>> He said back to me, licking his lips. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The promise of a reward was enough motivation">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Relax! The promise of a reward was reward enough. I wouldn't have been able to finish the set if it wasn't for you.<</s>> I said, immediately putting my friend at ease as he took a deep breath. <<s Author>>A spanking, huh. What a naughty mind you have.<</s>> I teased him before we moved on with our workouts. //I wonder what I could've gone away with had I cared to make him squirm even more...// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "A spanking wouldn't be so bad...">><<replace "#choices">>I knew it was destructive behavior, but I just couldn't find my thoughts as I mused over the spanking and what it would look like for strangers. And that musing turned into obsession, distracting me. What kind of weird submissive tendencies were coursing through me that would demand such a weakness. I knew that I had the power to push through and finish the set. But an important part of me did not want that to happen. It wanted its reward. //No- punishment!// My mind at war with itself, I faltered more and more, close to failing. And I wanted to fail. To succeed in receiving my spanking. I wanted his dominant hand on my submissive, pliable ass. I wanted to be under his control. //Fuck. I want to lose.// And lose I did, avoiding his eyes as I willingly accepted defeat, just for the thrill of being humiliated at his hand. A beautiful, naughty, powerful thrill. And one that he'd fulfill immediately, his hand already on my back and bending me over. <<link "Bend over">><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "workout/lw-bad-mespanking.mp4">> Spank after spank, my friend gave me my reward. The reward for being the failure that I was, the reward for being a defeated weakling, debased in front of anyone that cared to see. And I trying to stifle my moans as he taunted me, a dominant and powerful manipulator. <<s Leo>>Oh you like that, don't you?<</s>> He said, overbearing and powerful. <<s Author>>Mmm fuck yeah I do.<</s>> I moaned in response, admitting to his power over me. <<s Leo>>What a weak, submissive slut you are.<</s>> He praised me. //That was praise, right?// <<vid "workout/lw-bad-spanking3.mp4">> My mind was in shambles as his hand spanked me, time after time after time, making me wet for him, for the sensations of beautiful defeat. I was weak, but he gave me power. I revelled in the feeling of submission and defeat. What a beautiful feeling, and one that I'd continue to crave should things evolve in that direction... <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "A spanking wouldn't be so bad..." "Too dominant for that (20)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him motivate me" "Already done that">><</if>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Plugged and Loaded</h2></center> I knew it was a mistake even before I started working out. But the thrill of trying it out in such a public space always got to me. And it was getting to me today too. Usually, after working out with my buttplug in, I'd rush to the showers and get a nice, cold bath to cool me down after all the excitement of it rubbing inside of me. There's an undeniable, deep thrill at being so absolutely naughty in such a public space, with no one noticing. One that I wish I could recommend without sounding like a wanton slut. Except, this time, I was not gone unnoticed. <<light Leo>> noticed. I could see it from the way he was looking at me. From his stares, his intense looks that told me he was studying my movements, and knew something was off. He had an inkling of what it was, but didn't know what exactly. And that alone send even more chills down my spine. My friend, my close friend, was staring at me and trying to understand what was happening to me. And I, an eager, absolutely debased slut, was hiding a buttplug up my rectum like a fucking whore. There's no way he'd know, right? Except he approached me. <<s Leo>>Something's wrong with you. What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yes, you, <<print $name>>. You're acting all weird, avoiding eye contact, and walking bizarre.<</s>> He said. <<s Leo>>Like a stick was up your butt.<</s>> I surely blushed, because in that moment, I could feel myself redden and my breathing catch in my throat. My friend had always been perceptive. He knew he stumbled upon the answer. <<s Leo>>You did not!<</s>> He claimed out loud, stunned. <<s Author>>I...<</s>> I had no words to explain what was happening. I could only deal with it. <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta gte -20>><<dark "Wanna try it?" "He's too masculine for that!">> <<link "Please don't judge me.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Me" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Please don't judge me!<</s>> Plead as I may, I could see the wheels turning in <<light Leo>>'s mind. Naughty wheels that looked to benefit the best they could from the situation... <<s Leo>>Show me.<</s>> He said. I looked at him startled. <<s Leo>>Show me the plug you're wearing and I won't speak about it. I wanna see.<</s>> I had no choice. I had to flash him. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> Had to... Or wanted to? I probably wanted to, as I found myself bending over and showing him what he'd requested with little to no reservation. <<s Leo>>Looks good.<</s>> He said, praising me. I was enjoying this! I noticed that I was getting wetter from the mere idea of exposing myself to him. <<s Author>>Wait. Come with me.<</s>> I wanted to do more. Show more. I took him to the bathrooms. And took off my bottoms, bending over to show him what he'd requested of me. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> I revealed everything there was to see to my dominant friend, simply because he had made the request. Despite everything that had happened before, I had to admit that I was being naughty, and that the exhibitionism I carried made me horny as well. And I embraced it openly. <<s Leo>>That's good. It suits you.<</s>> He complimented me before going on his way. //What a naughty thrill that was!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<link "Wanna try it?">><<pickup $club "LW Buttplugged Him" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew that my friend didn't carry any real power. And what was that... Look in his eyes? Curiosity? <<s Author>>Wanna try it?<</s>> I went out on a limb. And when his cheeks turned crimson red, I knew I had him right where I needed him. <<s Author>>Oh my! Someone's imagination is roaming!<</s>> I said teasingly. <<s Author>>Let's make fantasy reality. I'll be waiting in the bathrooms for you, Leo. I'll clean it up for you.<</s>> I stated, already on my way. It was moments later that he'd followed me there, a timid kid about to receive a beautiful present. <<s Author>>Take off your shorts and panties and bend over.<</s>> Why bother lie about the panties. He was obviously wearing some. As I cleaned my buttplug in the sink, I saw my friend comply to my demands. How naughty, how supply and feminine his butt looked! <<vid "workout/lw-butt-wink.mp4">> His asshole winked at me, calling for my attention, calling for the thing that would make it fulfilled. And I'd comply, approaching with my plug, eager to be placing it inside him naughty little hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-insertion.mp4">> And in it went, the metal piece finding itself at home between his needy cheeks, spreading his hole and eliciting a moan from the submissive person kneeling in front of me. A naughty, submissive little sissy in the making. And I enjoyed looking at him lie down, as his ass accommodated the new companion, pushing and pulling at it, eagerly. <<s Author>>Come on, you have an ass to workout.<</s>> I said, eager to see him on the receiving end of the humiliation. A delectable humiliation that I more than enjoyed. <<s Author>>You better buy one for your next time. I think it'd look good on you.<</s>> I said, smiling at him, eager to see him go down that rabbit hole. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-him.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Please don't judge me." "He's too feminine for that!">><</if>> <<if $open gte 50>><<link "Wanna see?">><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>I felt naughty, and I wanted to see if I could push my luck with my friend. <<s Author>>Wanna see?<</s>> I asked him, smiling. Now that I was showing confidence, my friend changed tacts. <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> He asked, incredulous. <<s Author>>Come with me.<</s>> I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass for a good thrill and a nice bit of exhibitionism. I took him to a side of the common space, secluded and away from prying eyes, and went for it. <<vid "workout/lw-butt-reveal.mp4">> His eyes were wide open when I turned around to look at him. <<s Author>>Keep our secret safe, Leo.<</s>> I whispered to him before drifting away, smiling to myself at my courage. I was a naughty minx, and it was having an effect on my friend. How beautiful that was! <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Wanna see?" "Not open enough (50)">><</if>></div> <<elseif $club.has("LW Buttplugged Him")>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Plugging Fun</h2></center> Adding two and two together is quite easy. Earlier this week, <<light Leo>> had sent me a video putting a buttplug up himself, accepting it in his rectum, a sultry beautiful sight that left my mouth watering as I imagined how sexy it would be to be next to him as that happened. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-start.jpg">> Now, I could see him struggling with the weights, trying his best to control his breathing with every machine he sat on. He definitely had something up his rectum. The squirming he was doing, a beautiful and naughty sight, was an enticing image. And I liked seeing it. The real question, however, was how far I was willing to explore with my friend, to tease him and see him struggle with his hidden toy... <div id='choices'><<link "Tease him about it">><<replace "#choices">>I decided to move closer to my friend, tease him about his "secret", and see how he'd react. <<s Author>>What are you up to, you naughty little minx?<</s>> I asked him with a poked tongue, seeing his shy reaction and expression. <<s Leo>>Oh, nothing, nothing...<</s>> His face told me otherwise though... <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">>Biting his lip, my friend just couldn't handle the naughtiness of his activity, part of him enjoying what was happening. <<s Author>>Oh you're having fun, aren't you?<</s>> I decided to continue teasing him, happy to be seeing him in such a vulnerable state. <<s Leo>>It's... Really distracting. But hot.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Author>>I'm sure it is.<</s>> I teased him again, receiving what I could swear to be a moan from his barely parted lips. //What a naughty, naughty little minx...// As our workout neared its end, however, I noticed <<light Leo>> headed towards the showers with a spring in his step. I knew that part of me wanted to spy on him, see him in this vulnerable state, and see how he'd deal with the whole situation. Another part of me, the prudish, respectable part, wanted to respect his privacy. One part won eventually... <div id='choices2'><<link "Spy on him">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower2.jpg">> A sexy plugged ass greeted me as I made my way into the showers, enjoying my friend's naughty exhibitionism. A beautiful sight indeed, and one that I'd soon receive more of. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-shower2.jpg">> Bending over, <<light Leo>> spread his butt cheeks, almost as if showing off his naughty little toy, wanting everyone to see what he had hidden, wanting to be caught. It's a good thing it was me, the pervert who got to see this beautiful sight. While trying to find relief, he was giving a naughty debauched vision, and one that I greatly enjoyed. It didn't stop when the plug was out. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-fingering.jpg">> A finger up his ass brought him great relief, as he played with himself openly. //What a slut, being so openly naughty in a public space like that!// My friend was embracing using his pussy as a sexual organ, and I was lucky enough to see it and be part of this new exploration. //Who knew sharing my toy with him would bring that much naughty exploration?// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Respect his privacy" "Gym">><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it slide">><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to get involved in the whole situation, and enjoying to see my friend squirm from a distance, it was quite the fun time. Until the man showed up. <<pichalf "events/leoevents/leo-gawking.jpg">>The same man that was there the last time my friend was in a vulnerable position. And he noticed that my friend was not feeling his best. <<s stranger>>Well well well... Fucked too hard yesterday night?<</s>> He got closer to <<light Leo>> as he spoke in a whisper. Thankfully, I was close enough to hear. <<s Leo>>No... It's not that...<</s>> My friend tried to interject. <<s stranger>>You're walking funny, boy.<</s>> He continued harassing my friend, growing closer and closer. And, lo and behold, <<light Leo>> didn't object much. He shrunk smaller as the man invaded his personal space. <<s Leo>>I didn't get fucked.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Why you walking funny then?<</s>> The man demanded an answer. An answer that <<light Leo>> found himself compelled to give him. <<s Leo>>I'm... plugged.<</s>> He admitted. <<vid "workout/leo-spank.mp4">> The man was quick to place his hand on my friend's bottom, a flashback coursing through my mind. His dominant hand took hold of my friend's ass. His fingers exploring further, deeper, brushing against his toy. His smile grew. <<s stranger>>You naughty, naughty boy.<</s>> He said in a dominant manner. My friend was well and truly his to control. <<s stranger>>Fun times await you. Hit me up when you're ready for some real playtime.<</s>> He claimed, before slinking away. The deep breaths that my friend took after his harasser left told me that at the very least, his heart was beating fast in his chest. The tent in his tight shorts told me he liked it. //What a naughty minx.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $club.has("LW Buttplugged Me")>><img src="images/clubs/lw.jpg" width="100%"><center><h2>Session <<print $leoworkout>>: Plugging Fun</h2></center> Once more, I was working out at the gym with a small hidden toy inside of me, a truly naughty and absolutely kinky approach to my everyday life. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt-showoff.jpg">> <<light Leo>>, just like last time, had started to notice, and I was left yet again with the choice of what to do about this whole situation... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link 'Tease him about it'>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-butt2-flirt.mp4">> I knew my friend was looking at me. I knew he liked seeing me struggle. And I also knew that I was up to the challenge, turning towards him and winking slyly, laughing. He smiled back, appreciating what he saw. I was getting better and better at it, and my ass was quite popping because of the improved positions the toy in my ass demanded. Later, as I noticed my friend looking at me in the locker room as I got dressed, I decided to put the plug back in in front of him, teasing him once more. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-insertion.mp4">> His face told me everything I needed to know, as he bit his lip in appreciation before I headed my own way and him his. <<pichalf "workout/lw-butt2-horny.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>> <<link "All I can do is blush">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I could only blush as my friend's intense stares bore through me, making me feel small and naughty. His dominant attitude from last time was heightening my senses, making me feel even more pliable under his intense stare. He was quite the perceptive individual, and that was having its effect on me. And when he approached me in a corner of the gym, making a silent and clear request... The only thing I could really do was follow his command. <<vid "workout/lw-butt2-reveal.mp4">> <<s Author>>Do you like it?<</s>> I asked him as he revelled in the sight I offered, smiling at the little toy hidden inside my ass. <<s Leo>>Yes, yes I do. Very mindful of you.<</s>> He joked, before going back to his workout. //Damn, that's one hot workout!// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Try to finish the workout as fast as possible.">><<replace "#choices">><<vid "workout/lw-butt2-fast.mp4">> Up and down, I worked quickly to get the whole ordeal done as fast as possible. My friend was smiling naughtily at me, but I knew I wanted to get things done as fast as possible before I just left the gym. And so, when the workout was finished, despite the <<s Leo>><<print $name>> wait...<</s>> that he called out behind me, I was quick to leave, red in the face after the whole situation. <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<pichead "clubs/track.jpg" "Track Meet">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<light Yara>> was excited to have me join her track meets. Even if I wasn't going to be part of the team, she was still eager to have me join them, an opportunity to keep in the periphery of the cheerleaders. All part of the plan, right? <<s Yara>>Are you ready to sweat and cry?<</s>> She asked excitedly, as if it was a good thing. I wasn't. <<s Author>>Yay!<</s>>I said sarcastically, not quite eager for the pain that awaited. <<s Yara>>Well first we stretch while waiting for coach.<</s>> She announced, moving to the grass and starting her stretching routine. I joined her, trying my best to copy her movements. She smiled as she went through the motions, and I tried joining her in them. It was difficult. <<pichead "events/yaraevents/track1-stretching.jpg" "Stretching with Yara">> <<s Yara>>Come on, you've got this. Flexible legs means a bigger range of motion.<</s>> My friend was supportive, but it was obvious that I lacked a bit compared to the other athletes there. That didn't faze my friend. <<s professor>>Let's go, girls. Laps.<</s>> Blowing the whistle, I barely caught a glance of the coach before we started moving, jogging across the field. The next hour and few were painful. I joined in their drills, and pushed myself to the limits of my physical capabilities. I didn't even receive one look from the cheer-leading squad, who was hard at work on their own thing. //Guess that was meaningless...// As I left the session, second-guessing my choices, I overheard one of the cheerleaders who had approached <<light Yara>>: <<s Ellie>>Who's the new girl?<</s>> <<s Yara>>A friend. <<print $name>>. She's awesome.<</s>> There was pride in her voice. I stood a bit more straight as I made my way out of the field and into the changing room. //There could be a chance after all...// <<link "Leave" "School">><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>> <<elseif $club.has("TM Incident")>><<s Yara>>This is it. Your last session with us.<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s announcement came as a bit of a shock to me, as she approached me at the start of today's session. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Yara>>I mean that after last week's event and the cheer-leading squad needing a new member, we're showing them what you're capable of.<</s>> She announced, sure of herself and eager to get the ball rolling. I joined her in stretching, making sure that we had a few standing stretches in a location where we could be seen, centered in front of everyone. And we were indeed seen, as my leg was hooked on her shoulder, hands in each other's, pulling to get closer to one another. There was a beauty in what we were doing, but it also showcased how far I've come in terms of flexibility. Later, while running, I made sure to give it my all, pushing my limits to really show how far I've come physically. And I succeeded in showcasing that, all my previous hard work clearly defining the level of expertise I was currently showing. <<s Angela>>We need you.<</s>> I was approached by the head cheerleader, <<light Angela>>, by the end of the session. <<s Author>>You need me?<</s>> I acted stupid, I needed to hear it fully. <<s Angela>>You need to join the cheer squad. I already cleared it off with your coach.<</s>> I looked back, <<light Yara>> and the coach were smiling. <<s Author>>I guess I'm in.<</s>> <<s Angela>>I like your consistency and hard work. Let's see if you can keep it up now that you've made it in the squad.<</s>> She challenged me with her stare, making it clear that a lot worse was waiting for me. She walked away, and I turned towards <<light Yara>> and the coach. <<s Yara>>I'm so excited for you! It worked!<</s>> Came my friend's comment, eager. <<s professor>>It's a shame.<</s>> Coach said, <<s professor>>You were getting much better. Close enough to breaking the minimum requirements to compete.<</s>> I laughed, thanking her for the support, ready for the next step of the journey. I had the track team on my side for the Prom Queen title. On to the cheer squad! <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $cheertryouts to true>><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>> <<else>><div id='trackmeet'>I arrive at the track meet. I wonder what kind of event I'm going to encounter this time... <<if $subdom lte -10 and visited("TM Sub 1") is 0>><<link "A submissive tension" "TM Sub 1">><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Sub10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte 10 and visited("TM Dom 1") is 0>><<link "A dominant tension" "TM Dom 1">><<add "subdom" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Dom10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lte -20 and visited("TM Subdom 2") is 0 or $subdom gte 20 and visited("TM Subdom 2") is 0>><<link "An interesting injury" "TM Subdom 2">><<pickup $friendsevents "subdom20" 1>><</link>><<elseif $subdom gte -20 and $subdom lt 0>><<dark "Locked Event" "Get even more submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>">><<elseif $subdom lte 20 and $subdom gt 0>><<dark "Locked Event" "Get even more dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>">><<else>><<dark "Submissive/Dominant Scenes" "Already seen these">><</if>> | <<if $athletics gte 25 and visited("TM Athlete") is 0>><<link "Athletic Tension" "TM Athlete">><<pickup $friendsevents "athletics25" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><</link>><<elseif $athletics lte 25>><<dark "Locked Option" "Become more athletic<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>">><<else>><<dark "Athletic Achievement" "Already seen this">><</if>> | <<if $bbcworld gte 20 and visited("TM BBC") is 0>><<link "A naughty observer" "TM BBC">><<pickup $friendsevents "BBC20" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bbcworld lt 20>><<dark "Locked Option" "The world needs to be more diverse - BBC World less than 20">><<else>><<dark "A naughty observer" "Already seen this">><</if>> | <<if $bisex gte 10 and visited("TM Bi") is 0>><<link "A bisexual urge" "TM Bi">><<pickup $friendsevents "bisex10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $bisex lt 10>><<dark "Locked Option" "Be more queer<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>">><<else>><<dark "A bisexual urge" "Already seen this">><</if>> <<link "A random workout">><<add "athletics" 2>><<replace "#trackmeet">><<picmid "clubs/tm/team-asses.jpg">> Feeling like I might be losing my time this workout session, I am still relieved with the realization that at the very least I am putting myself out there and allowing myself to be seen, especially by the cheer squad right on the other side of the field. //Something to look up to I guess...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> | <<if visited("Track") gte 6 and visited("TM Athlete") gte 1>><<link "Something happened on the other side" "TM Incident">><</link>><<dark "*" "Choosing this will end Track Meet events - Make sure you got all you need from here before moving on">><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "You need to see other scenes or keep coming to track meets to unlock this option.">><</if>></div> <</if>>

Today's workout was an interesting one, as I was kind of sidelined, mostly watching my teammates train and push their limits in preparation for an upcoming competition. I was moral and physical support as I helped set up the cones across the field for their drills, helping them with their reaction time and overall physical prowess. <<s Yara>>Hey, how are you doing today?<</s>> We had taken a break, seated on the bleachers as her friends had a specialized drill. <<s Author>>It's fine. Not my space to really complain, I did come in late and am nowhere near as great or athletic as you girls!<</s>> I announced, truly impressed with their potential. <<s Yara>>Don't sell yourself short. There is no I in Team.<</s>> She started, then clarified: <<s Yara>>Of course, a lot of our competitions are individual, in which case it's only an I... But then again, no one would be able to beat me so it's fine.<</s>> I smiled at her fake arrogance. <<s Yara>>Speaking of me being the best... Can you help me with my shoelaces?<</s>> Unceremoniously, she placed her foot on my lap, showing me her untied shoelaces. I looked at her, and she looked back at me expectantly, challenging me to deny her request. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Do as she asks">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">>I don't know what flowed through me. I don't know why I leaned into that beautiful feeling. All I know is that I found myself reaching for these laces and getting to work on them. One on top of the other, then underneath... I dutifully did my job. After all, I was there to help today, and <<light Yara>> had requested my help like that. And I offered it as requested. She deserved it. I looked at her as I finished my job, and she voicelessly placed her other leg on my lap, now sitting sideways on her seat. She looked at me as I got to work on the next foot, eager to please... It felt good to serve. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Enjoy the feeling while tying these laces">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">>I was there to help them achieve their best. And I was there to serve. And if service meant I'd be tying these shoes. These athletic legs that awaited my help... I would do it. And I would do it right. And she'd like me for it. And I'd allow my hand to drift across her leg as I worked on her laces. I'd linger a bit longer, allowing myself this naughty touch between the ends of her socks and the revealed area of her skin... And I'd think of what it would feel like to drift higher, to allow my hands to roam further up her toned thighs... <<s Yara>>Thanks.<</s>> She jumped down from the bleachers to rejoin the workout, leaving me behind in my dreamful state. And I shook myself awake from this beautiful fantasy... //Maybe fantasy can become reality?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Only if you do mine">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at her action, and matched it with my own leg resting on her lap. <<s Author>>Only if you do mine.<</s>> She smiled back at me, understanding how I saw this particular dynamic, and nodded. <<s Yara>>No I in team.<</s>> She got to work on my own laces, undoing them then tying them again, as I helped her with hers. <<s professor>>Ladies! Having a fancy tea break? Let's go, to work!<</s>> Coach called for us, and we were back to work! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Despite being a newcomer to the team, I still found that I had my place in their ranks, pushing myself to do my best and challenging my own abilities every chance I got. After all, I have joined this team to show off, and be present. And I'd do just that. That eager athleticism was something I was leaning into, stretching out in between runs. <<s Yara>>Look at you go! You're really pushing yourself, aren't you?<</s>> My friend commented, smiling. <<s Author>>If I'm to be part of the team, I have to act like it. Give it my all.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I like that spirit!<</s>> She smiled, moving closer. <<s Yara>>Don't forget who the queen bee is, though!<</s>> She teased, smiling. Interesting! My friend felt her position in this was challenged. What a beautiful twist! <<s Author>>Someone's afraid for their spot!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh come on, you know there is no challenging me!<</s>> <<s Author>>Except for the suicides!<</s>> I teased her, knowing it was her weakness point. The glare she gave me told me everything I needed to know. A trigger was struck. <div id='choices'><<link "Divert the subject. Let her tie my shoelaces as a compromise">><<add "subdom" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Okay okay, I'll let it go!<</s>> I laughed, joined by her awkward laughs. <<s Author>>If you do my shoelaces.<</s>> She looked at me, trying to see if I was bluffing or not. And my straight face informed her I wasn't. She chuckled... And decided to go for it, kneeling in front of me to do my shoelaces. <<picmid "clubs/tm/yara-shoes.jpg">> <<s Author>>Not too tight!<</s>> I said to her, and she nodded in compliance. //<<light Yara>> looks good on her knees...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Keep teasing her verbally">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Poor Yara! Fast to run away from her problems, not athletic enough for a quick turn!<</s>> I continued teasing her. It seemed to have an effect on my friend, whose furrowed brow showed frustration at my statement. <<s Author>>Oh don't be such a cry baby, and run better.<</s>> I laughed as I walked away, poking my tongue out at her. If she can't take it as well as she dishes it, what's the point of trash-talking? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it go. She's my friend after all...">><<add "Yara" 5>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at her sweetly, showing that there were no hard feelings. <<s Author>>Hey Yara you know I'm joking, right?<</s>> I asked her, giving her half a hug. She relaxed and smiled. <<s Yara>>But you're right. I still need work.<</s>> <<s Author>>We all do, Yara. No one's perfect!<</s>> I said to her, comforting her with my hand on her shoulder. <<s professor>>Ladies! Having a fancy tea break? Let's go, to work!<</s>> Coach called for us, and we were back to work, the sweet moment quickly behind us. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

She fell right in front of me. Poor girl was running, and next thing you know, she was on the ground grabbing her knee in pain. I rushed to her aid, making sure no one ran her over. <<s Author>>Are you okay?<</s>> Her knee was scraped, but thankfully wasn't bleeding just yet. It was slowly gaining a redder color. <<s Ellis>>I'm fine. I guess.<</s>> She stayed there, seated with her knee in my hands. <<picmid "clubs/tm/leginjury.jpg">> <<light Yara>> had gotten close to us. <<s Yara>>All okay?<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Might need to see the nurse.<</s>> The teammate was understandably worried. <<s Yara>><<print $name>>. Kiss the booboo. It should help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Booboo?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Booboo, doodoo, what does it matter?<</s>> I turned towards my friend, weirded out by her suggestion. <<s Yara>>Do it.<</s>> A kiss wouldn't solve a real injury. <<if $subdom lte -20>>It felt like this was a test of some sorts, although I had no idea what it was for exactly... It wouldn't hurt to kiss some skin, right?<<else>>My friend was crazy to actually think I'd fall for this.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Kiss the boo boo">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/legkiss.jpg">>But I heard her request. Or was it a command? It didn't matter, I followed her guidance and lowered my lips towards the injured knee, giving it a soft kiss as I looked up the leg of the seated girl. She looked down at me, incredulous that I'd do that. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> <<light Yara>> mockingly praised me, yet I found myself blushing at the compliment. This girl had an effect on me, but I wasn't sure how intense it really was. All I could feel is an intense heat shifting in my belly at this newest development, at this new dynamic. <<s Author>>How does it feel?<</s>> I asked the girl as I looked back at her. <<s Ellis>>Maybe another kiss would make it better?<</s>> She asked me softly. I followed her request, lowered my mouth once more and allowed my lips to purse against the injured area. I didn't look at her this time, casting my eyes downwards. //Why does this feel so... good?// Butterflies tingled once more. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss the boo boo" "I'm too dominant for that.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Ignore her, let's take the girl to the nurse.">><<less "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Worried for my teammate and not quite willing to continue with this useless charade, I decided to hook my arm against her backside and string her alongside me as I took her to the nurse to be checked up on. <<light Yara>> shrugged as she moved away, frustrated at this newest development. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Why doesn't she do this herself?">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked back at my friend, challenge in mind. <<s Author>>Why don't you do it? My lips are chapped.<</s>> I looked at her defiantly. She laughed for a bit, nervously looking at me, and not expecting that I'd stand up to her like that. Then, she looked at the injured girl, and went down, shifting her attention towards her entirely. <<picmid "clubs/tm/legkiss.jpg">> Her lips lowered as they found their destination against her grazed knee, all the while maintaining eye contact with the girl. I could see the breath catch in her throat as that happened. <<s Yara>>How does that feel?<</s>> She asked softly. <<s Ellis>>Better.<</s>> The girl stared back in her eyes as <<light Yara>>'s smirk appeared once more. She went back down for another kiss... <<s Yara>>And now?<</s>> The girl nodded. //Was she hitting on her in front of me like this?// I made that happen. I might be dominant, but <<light Yara>> was a natural. I looked as <<light Yara>> planted kiss after soft kiss on the girl's leg, this other person warming up to her more and more. <<s Yara>>Let's take you to the nurse, shall we?<</s>> Hooking her hand against the back of the other person, <<light Yara>> took her away, leaving me behind without a second thought. //At least... At least I showed <<light Yara>> that she can't mess with me, right?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Why doesn't she do this herself?" "Too submissive for that">><</if>></div>

<div id='continue'><<picmid "clubs/tm/athletic.jpg">>I found myself being more active during today's workout. Rather than stay back and struggle to keep up, I kept a good pace during our endurance training for the session. Breathing correctly, doing everything right in the way I took my steps, I stayed on the same - albeit slower than other - pace throughout the whole workout. <<s Yara>>You're doing really well! A couple weeks ago you couldn't keep up!<</s>> My friend commented as she jogged alongside me, slowing for a bit. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I barely talked, preferring to concentrate on my own pace and preserving my energy. <<s Yara>>Keep it up!<</s>> She got ahead, leaving me to my chill running. As the session neared its end, I still had a minute to go, and I was keen on seeing it through. <<s professor>>A challenge, <<print $name>>. One last minute, one last lap!<</s>> They shouted out to me as I passed them on the finish line. <<link "Let's take the challenge on!">><<replace "#continue">>I ran. I pushed myself and ran that last lap, turning around the cheer-leading squad who looked at me sprinting as I made my way across the track and around... It was challenging. It was a lot of effort. But it was something that I needed to accomplish, especially now that I had eyes on me. Eyes I needed to impress. One step after the other, I could feel the heavy burn spreading through my legs, my muscles aching for release, my soles screaming with pain on every strong impact as I pushed all my limits to make that last lap worth it. And I kept running and running, seeing the coach holding their stopwatch and timing me, seeing the clock tick out in my head as I pushed myself further than I ever did. I surpassed <<light Yara>> as I got closer to the finish line, and barely registered that fact, wanting to see this through. Step. Step. Step. And through, in front of the coach, who mere moments later, called out <<s professor>>Time<</s>> I fell to the grass in exhausted stupor as I made it work for me, barely registering the accolade of teammates and cheerleaders alike. Clamoring for me, I felt myself being congratulated by an excited <<light Yara>>. She looked too comfortable, smiling down at me, as I tried to catch my breath. I smiled back, barely. My face was red. This was a success, I'd say. <<link "Leave" "School">><<add "reputation" 5>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics25" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<s Yara>>He's back.<</s>> Today's rehearsal was a chill one. With coach's absence, it was the girls that had taken over the training, trying to follow the directions that coach had left them... It's not like they were any good at doing that, but regardless. <<s Jasmin>>Why does this creep always come whenever coach isn't around?<</s>> I looked at the direction most girls were looking at, and saw an adult black man looking in our direction, shady looking in his gray pants as he stood close to the barricade that stretched around the field. <<s Yara>>I think we have to say something to him, don't you?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Better not.<</s>> There was a tension in the air, but even more so, there was a handsome-looking stranger looking at us, and yet it unnerved the girls. //Was it because he's black?// <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>As we finished our training and headed to our lockers, we moved close to the guy, passing by him. His eyes ere glued to us. <<light Yara>> stifled a gasp as she got closer to him, looking in his direction. Something must've caused such a reaction. <img src='images/clubs/tm/dude-bulge.jpg' width='50%' position='center'> It wasn't hard to discern what that thing was, itself being hard. His cock stretched the front of his white pants as he stood there, to attention, looking at all of us in our tight athletic clothing, unabashedly enjoying the way we looked. We made it through unscathed. <<light Yara>> was flustered. <<s Yara>>What a brute! How dare he?<</s>> I knew what she meant, I knew what she had seen. It was up to me to comment on it or let it slide. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>It's only natural, BBC are big.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "yarabbc" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What, first time someone pops a boner looking at you?<</s>> I comment jokingly, not wanting to go on the offensive just yet. <<s Yara>>First time someone is so fucking dirty about it, that's for sure!<</s>> <<s Author>>He did keep it in his pants.<</s>> <<s Yara>>As if that mattered, he left nothing to the imagination!<</s>> She snapped. <<s Author>>Is it his fault his cock is big?<</s>> I intended to use the naughty word. It wasn't a penis, a dick or anything small and kind like that. It was a man's cock, and I had to talk about it as such. She had to hear these words. <<s Yara>>It's his duty to...<</s>> <<s Author>>Keep it in his pants, and not harass. He respected all those. He just so happens to have a big cock, it's not really his fault..<</s>> I spoke simply and clearly. My words hung in the air, as <<light Yara>> remained thoughtful for the rest of the time. I could see the gears turning, blackening. It felt nice. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Let it go">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to comment on the subject, and preferring that my friend reaches her own conclusions, I remained silent as another joined her in annoyance about what happened. Poor girls don't understand that their cocks are just that big... Not that it matters, does it? <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Men are annoying">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Seriously, men are so disgusting.<</s>> I agreed with my friend, as she nodded, happy with my agreement. <<s Yara>>They own that penis and like painting it everywhere, showing it everywhere! It's an obsession, really!<</s>> She was vocal about her anger on the subject. I joined. <<s Author>>And the way they smell. Horrible! Haven't you heard of deodorant, showers?<</s>> The rest of our time was spent on an endless tirade about men and their stupid actions, bonding over common anger at their complete ignorance. I laughed alongside my newfound friends, happy to be part of the team. <<light Yara>> was especially glad of the topic and how I joined in... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

Training for the day complete, I joined my teammates to the lockers and showers, ready to call it a day on the workout and eager to move on. <<picmid "clubs/tm/nude-team.jpg">> I don't know why, my eyes wandered. I've had these little thoughts recently, and now, I just... Couldn't quite control them. My eyes wandered, drifting across their athletic bodies as they started removing their clothes to go into the showers. Their firm breasts, their supple skin, their muscular thighs and shapely behinds... I kept looking, unable to control these wandering eyes. <<s Yara>><<print $name>> are you going to shower here or at home?<</s>> My friend asked genuinely, not quite understanding all the stray thoughts swirling in my head. I looked at her. I was lost. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I'm showering here">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower2.jpg">>I had to see this through. I had to join them, be one with them, see what they're like in there, fill the memory bank... I felt perverted, but I decided to join. And I removed my clothes alongside them, shedding my sweaty garments in exchange for a towel, heading for the showers myself. My body amongst all of their toned ones, I enjoyed where my eyes wandered, as I kept glancing left and right, looking at all of them, looking at <<light Yara>>'s toned body. She was divine. And I ate it all up. What was wrong with me? What's so special about her? //Everything.// She looked at me. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Divert my attention">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I diverted my attention from her, acting as if something got in my eye. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> <<s Author>>Ouch.<</s>> I turned my back to her as I hunched forward, hiding myself from her, hoping I was convincing enough. Her soft hand laid bare on my back, as she had approached me. <<s Yara>>Are you okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, yes, soap in my eye.<</s>> I lied, hoping she'd buy it. <<s Yara>>You usually should keep them closed when you have shampoo on your head.<</s>> I didn't have shampoo on my head. <<s Author>>You're right. Sorry.<</s>> She got a bit closer, I could feel the water hitting her before coming on me. <<s Yara>>Don't be.<</s>> She half-whispered, her voice only heard by me. She turned and left me there, still reeling with the encounter and the revelations that made themselves apparent to me. The warm water kept falling onto me, grazing against my swollen nipples. //What's wrong with me?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Smirk at her">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I smiled at her, a smile that let her know I was enjoying my time there. And a smile that she reciprocated. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> I got closer to her. <<s Yara>>How do you like it here?<</s>> She said, her voice low, only heard by me. I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a bit naughty. <<s Author>>Steamy.<</s>> I said, licking my lip at her. <<s Yara>>You have no idea.<</s>> She all but whispered in my ear, before turning away. As she turned to leave, I took the opportunity to give her a quick spank on her rear. <<s Yara>>Hey!<</s>> She turned quickly. <<s Author>>Watch out, wouldn't want you to slip!<</s>> I teased her. He could only blush before moving away. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>I'm... I... Leave.">><<add "arousal" 100>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... Home... Study... Shower.<</s>> I picked up all my stuff, feeling a heavy heat rise through me as I left the lockers and rushed back home, not willing to face the repercussions of my latest lazy eye. <<picmid "clubs/tm/team-shower.jpg">> And once I got home, I had no control. I needed to find release. I rushed to my bed, removing my clothes on the way as I took off article after article of clothing, falling down on top of it as I immediately attacked my nipples and clit, searching for a quick release. Their bodies, their toned athletic bodies, still swirled in my head. I held onto that recent memory as I played with myself, and found myself fast approaching orgasm. <<light Yara>>'s athletic figure looked at me in my mind's eye, and I moaned at this image. <<s Yara>>Are you joining us, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I came, moaning loudly at the distorted memory, wishing that she'd invite me in the shower with her one day, unable to quench that thirst that rose through me. //That felt so good!// <<link "Relax" "Management">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<pichead "clubs/tm/cheer-pyramid.jpg" "The Cheer Pyramid">><<pickup $club "TM Incident" 1>> The coach missing today's session as well, we decided to take things a bit simpler this time around, challenging each other for quick races, some of which I weirdly can keep up with. It's all good vibes as close nearby, we can see and hear the cheerleaders work on their own cheer routines, enjoying the weirdly good weather like we were. At one point in their drill, they started working on a huge pyramid that used all of them in the execution. It was a grandiose undertaking, and the girls and I chose to halt our activity and watch as they challenged themselves, reaching high on the green grass as they kept piling on top of each other. I saw it happening in slow motion, I saw the person's knee buckle, their balance shift. And I saw without being able to do anything about it as they plummeted to the ground below, their friends trying to catch onto them as they lost their grasp over the leg they held. Crash! The cheerleader found herself screaming on the ground as her friends scurried to dismantle the pyramid, trying to aid her. Very quickly, they had her surrounded, obstructing her from view. <<picmid "clubs/tm/cheer-injury.jpg">> A few shockingly moved away, a few others approached, and we all held our breath hoping that there wasn't any serious injury. <<s stranger>>She broke her leg.<</s>> A voice came out a bit higher than the rest. <<s Jasmin>>Somebody call an ambulance, somebody do something.<</s>> Clamoring, calls for help... It was chaos. Their coach quickly took control of the whole situation, ushering them away as he tasked a few to get help, and another to call an ambulance. It was a scary thing, that was for sure, and all we could do was watch from a distance. <<s Yara>>Poor girl.<</s>> There was nothing else we could say or do. //Happy to see a person injured just because you want to see the MC become a cheerleader? This girl was going to be voted best cheerleader of 2024. Look at her now, crippled. Poor girl indeed. All jokes aside, no persons were harmed in the writing of this chapter.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass15.mp4">> As I pull up my stretching pants for the day, I can't help but slip a look at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room. There's still a long way to go, though I'm surely heading in the right direction with the workouts I've been engaged in... New year new me indeed! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass35.mp4">> I know my ass has been looking better and better with time. My latest encounter at the gym all but confirmed it... Though I do have to be careful... If I continue down that road, I'm sure to be catching a lot more attention than I'd like... Though that attention could always translate into a nice boost to my prom queendom prospects! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass45.mp4">> I looked back at myself in the mirror, enjoying the latest improvements to my physique. It was mere months ago that I was feeling self-conscious about the way my ass looked flat, and here I was embracing the growing curves and looking to grow them out even more... And I knew that this improved physique would come in handy in turning the right heads in my direction when the time came to choose on a prom queen for the school. //And I'd be her, come what may!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<vid "workout/ass60.mp4">> A spankable, loveable, absolutely delightful ass was now mine to enjoy. Spanking myself in front of the mirror, I enjoyed the way my ass felt in my hands, a bouncy figure of perfection. I knew I was as hot as I could be from working out, and that from here on out I'd just need to maintain that smoking hot body! Naturally, this is the best I could reach, and I've reached it. And people were definitely noticing, a few turned heads confirming what I've known for a while now: I was hot as all fuck! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<light Eva>> was on her phone as I approached her, trying to see what she was looking at. <<s Eva>>Can you believe people lose their time over such things? Dancing for strangers online?<</s>> She said, even though she was losing her time watching one of them doing exactly that. <<s Author>>I mean, they're probably having fun I guess. And engagement is high for these kind of videos.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Look at you, the media expert!<</s>> She teased, <<s Eva>>Didn't know you cared about engagement.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't, but they do, and whether we like it or not, you've been watching this video for a while now.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Stupid.<</s>> She said, moving to another video right after, this one also of a dancing girl. <<s Author>>The algorithm knows what you like.<</s>> I teased back. Her blush was immediately apparent as she put her phone away. <<s Eva>>Algorithm this algorithm that. All lies. These kind of videos are all over the place.<</s>> She said, exhaspered. <div id='choices'>//I knew that the algorithm had its flaws, but I also knew that there might be some truth behind my claims. <<light Eva>> probably would be liking these kind of videos but was not willing to admit it. Did I want to push her a bit more and drive the point home?// <<link "The algorithm is always right.">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey Eva, I don't know what to tell you, but the algorithm is almost flawless. You've interacted with such posts, kept seeing them, kept interacting...<</s>> I teased, <<s Author>>And now it's all over your feed.<</s>> She was struggling to find her words. <<s Eva>>I- But...<</s>> <<s Author>>Instead of fighting against it, you probably should lean into it. Nothing wrong with dancing vids and pretty outfits.<</s>> I said, giving her a final tease before heading my way. //That oughta do it!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The algorithm can make mistakes.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're right, Eva.<</s>> I said, accepting her argument because I knew it was true. <<s Author>>The algorithm is not only for you, it's for your friends too. The stuff you share with them also appear on your feed, so you keep sharing. It's much more complicated that we tend to make it seem, and not quite telling of a person's individual tastes.<</s>> My cerebral approach to the subject was met with enthusiasm by my friend, who engaged in the conversation as we talked about how this kind of technology could be used to the detriment of society. We had a lot of common ground it seemed, smart girls with critical views of things. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> In the bathroom, my friend was on her phone, taking pictures of herself in the mirror, trying to show off her muscles. And I have to admit, she had a stunning physique. <<s Author>>Looking good, Yara!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Thanks girl! I know!<</s>> She said teasingly, moving back to another angle. <<s Author>>For the gram?<</s>> I asked, going to wash my hands. <<s Yara>>Probably I don't know... But definitely the kind of pictures that would find a lot of engagement, don't you think?<</s>> I smiled at her. <<s Author>>Definitely.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You should do the same too!<</s>> She announced, moving back to taking another picture. <<s Author>>I'm not sure I have the body for it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well of course you do. Once you're confident in it, I'd love to see you share a picture where you're flexing. You'd look amazing I'm sure!<</s>> I ruminated over that comment. //Would I listen to her and do what she asks? And how would she take such a picture being shared? Would she feel like she has some sort of control over my actions?// <center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "At 25 Atheltics, I'll have the choice to follow her request on social media, or deny it, affecting my submissiveness and her affection">></center> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>I can't believe people's comments!<</s>> My friend was clearly annoyed, looking at her phone. <<s Author>>What's up friend?<</s>> I asked her, intrigued. <<s Eva>>Please, look at these people and what they're saying about my latest post.<</s>> She handed me the phone, and I gave it a look. <<s Author>>Okay, people are crazy and stupid. So what?<</s>> <<s Eva>>So what? Can you not see how creepy these comments are?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the world of social media, Eva.<</s>> I said, talking honestly. <<s Eva>>What a sick world it is.<</s>> She said. <div id='choices'>//I understood where my friend was coming from, but I also knew the world and how it functioned. That's how social media was. There was no way to stop it. One could either lean into it, and accept this subservient role in posting, or stay out of it, and miss out on opportunities.// <<link "The best thing you could do is take it in stride.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<if $subdom lte 0>><<less "subdom" 1>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>These kind of people will always exist on social media. The best thing you can do is take it in stride, accept the comments and even tease them for it.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't see how this would help.<</s>> I was thrilled she was willing to listen, and elaborated: <<s Author>>People want to get a rise from you, get you to react with anger and frustration, the way you are. What if you didn't give them that but instead leaned into this persona they think they see? You'll win them over!<</s>> My arguments seemed to impact her positively as she thought deeply about what I had said. <<s Eva>>You do make a point...<</s>> She said, her mind taking my words as wisdom. <<s Author>>The only way out is through.<</s>> //She'll go through this alright!// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The best thing you could do is stay away from your phone.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>If you don't want the world to comment on your body and face, you better not show yourself to the world.<</s>> I said, offering somewhat of an ultimatum. <<s Author>>That's the only surefire way not to receive such comments.<</s>> <<light Eva>> looked at me like I was an alien talking. <<s Eva>>That doesn't sound wise.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's less wise to allow complete strangers to control your life. The choice is yours.<</s>> My friend remained thoughtful as I left her behind. I knew she'd remain convicted in her thoughts, and would move away from the world of social media if she felt like it controlled her too much. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>Some people have the prettiest bodies out there!<</s>> My friend commented, looking at her phone's screen, watching something on it. I got closer to take a look. <<s Author>>Dancing videos? You too?<</s>> <<s Yara>>What? I find them to be cool!<</s>> <<s Author>>I could never imagine you doing something like that honestly!<</s>> I said to her, receiving a pulled tongue. <<s Yara>>Of course you couldn't. I never would.<</s>> She said. <<s Yara>>But others would dance for me!<</s>> I laughed along at her comment, before moving on with the conversation. <<s Author>>I like the way you flex on the gram.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh I know. You're not so bad in your content either.<</s>> She complimented me back, a half-assed comment. <<s Yara>>Though you could be showing more skin, you know, for me!<</s>> I laughed again at her entitlement. <<s Yara>>No but all jokes aside, people love seeing more skin. Think about it.<</s>> She made a final comment before heading in her own direction and away from me. <div id='choices'>//I mean sure, people would like to see more skin. The less I wear, the higher the likes... But did I want to admit it to myself? Or her who wants me to do it for her?// <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>She has a point, I love looking at scantily clad women">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My friend did have a point. Sexy looking women had the power to make me lose my time scrolling their feeds. Maybe if I was one of them I'd get more engagement. For my goals of becoming prom queen, obviously! <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>She has a point, revealing myself is smart">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Sexuality has always sold products, and if I am to take my content as product, maybe adding some sex appeal to it is the way to go... If that's the case, then yes I can see that <<light Yara>> was right in her comments. And sharing such pictures would please her too... Win win! <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/media.png'>Nah, social media can be more than slut contests.">><<less "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Social media can grow beyond skin and what kind of slutty clothes you wear! I couldn't find it in me to agree with <<light Yara>>'s statement. I knew my content would not follow the same stupid path. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>No... I don't think I will...<</s>> My friend was engaged in a conversation with <<light Yara>>, talking about something on her phone. I got closer to them. <<s Yara>>I'm sure <<print $name>> is of the same opinion as me.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I doubt it!<</s>> My friend said, turning towards me. <<s Eva>>Please help us settle this?<</s>> She asked as she saw me reach them. <<s Author>>Settle what?<</s>> I was curious. <<s Eva>>Yara wants me to post one of these two pictures, but I don't feel comfortable doing that.<</s>> My friend explained, showing me the pictures on her phone. These were definitely pushing the enveloppe, and I had a hard time believing my friend would be sharing something like that on the web, let alone snapping such pictures in the first place. <<s Author>>Wow! That's... Very interesting.<</s>> I said, an understatement to what I saw. <<light Yara>> interjected. <<s Yara>>I told her she should post the second one. No nudity, no foul, and it's better than that stupid face she does in the first one.<</s>> I looked at the two options in front of me. The second one was sexier, I'll have to admit... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione1.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 1 Option 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione1.jpg' width='49%'></center> This picture, despite being relatively tame, was still flirty enough to gain <<light Eva>> some media points. And I told her exactly that. <<s Eva>>I mean, I guess you have a point...<</s>> She spoke. <<s Yara>>I'm still by the opinion that you should be sharing the other picture, but whatever.<</s>> <<light Yara>> spoke in a huff. <<s Eva>>You'll still like the picture though, right?<</s>> <<light Eva>> took things lightly, teasing her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. Whatever.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione2.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 1 Option 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione2.jpg' width='49%'></center> I had to agree with <<light Yara>>, that picture was superior. <<s Author>>Nothing like a little flashing to tease the imagination.<</s>> I said while showing her the picture I had chosen. <<light Eva>> took a deep breath while <<light Yara>> smiled wide. <<s Yara>>See I told you that was the smart thing to do!<</s>> She said, moving on as she believed this would be a done deal. <<light Eva>> remained thoughtful for a moment, before shrugging and moving on herself. //I think I'll see if she followed my recommendation later today or tomorrow!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 6>><<linkreplace "Look even further in the pictures she shared">><<add "evasub" 1>>As I grabbed her phone and looked at the pictures, I allowed myself to go beyond these two choices she showed me. What I saw was quite intriguing. <center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione3.jpg' width='49%'></center> The hot picture where my friend flashed her ass was quite attractive. She looked shy as she saw me notice her sexy figure. <<s Eva>>No. That's not...<</s>> My friend turned red as she tried to explain herself. <<s Author>>Super hot!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Show me!<</s>> <<light Yara>> interjected, taking the phone and giving a whistle. <<s Yara>>Damn, Eva! I didn't think you had it in you!<</s>> She teased her. <<s Eva>>It's nothing, really. Forget about that one!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was getting frustrated. <<link "Choose the first picture for her">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 1 Option 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione1.jpg' width='49%'></center> This picture, despite being relatively tame, was still flirty enough to gain <<light Eva>> some media points. And I told her exactly that. <<s Eva>>I mean, I guess you have a point...<</s>> She spoke. <<s Yara>>I'm still by the opinion that you should be sharing the other picture, but whatever.<</s>> <<light Yara>> spoke in a huff. <<s Eva>>You'll still like the picture though, right?<</s>> <<light Eva>> took things lightly, teasing her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. Whatever.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choose the second picture for her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 1 Option 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione2.jpg' width='49%'></center> I had to agree with <<light Yara>>, that picture was superior. <<s Author>>Nothing like a little flashing to tease the imagination.<</s>> I said while showing her the picture I had chosen. <<light Eva>> took a deep breath while <<light Yara>> smiled wide. <<s Yara>>See I told you that was the smart thing to do!<</s>> She said, moving on as she believed this would be a done deal. <<light Eva>> remained thoughtful for a moment, before shrugging and moving on herself. //I think I'll see if she followed my recommendation later today or tomorrow!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $evasub gte 8>><<link "Choose that last picture for her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 1 Option 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione3.jpg' width='49%'></center> I was clear about what I'd want from her. <<s Author>>Honestly, I feel like that last picture is the best one, regardless of what you feel about it.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But isn't it too.. revealing?<</s>> My friend asked worriedly. <<light Yara>> quickly jumped to my aid. <<s Yara>>No! It most definitely isn't.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>It's just naughty enough to get the imagination roaming.<</s>> My friend spoke with a hushed tone, trying to instill mystery and lust in my friend. It seemed to work. <<s Eva>>I mean... I guess you both have a point...<</s>> She said, thoughtful. <<s Yara>>Attagirl!<</s>> My dominant friend smiled. <<s Yara>>I can't wait to see you post it so I can comment on it!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Choose that last picture for her" "There is no way Eva would agree.">><</if>> <</linkreplace>><</if>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $social.has("Eva Choice 1 Option 1")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione1.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Eva Choice 1 Option 2")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione2.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Eva Choice 1 Option 3")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-hermione3.jpg'><</if>></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': The hardest-working witch in the room!</div><<comment "will_be_big">>Something else is hard-working in here<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Looking awesome babe!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>I have a wand here ready for you!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Promote your art on @instawhores!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sweater? More like sweating for her!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sweater? More like sweating for her!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Magical!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Magical!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Hottest witch in the room!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Hottest witch in the room!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>Okay, I need your opinion away from Yara's influence.<</s>> My friend approched me, looking somewhat intense. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't know which picture to post, but I just love the outfit and cosplay. Don't you say?<</s>> Taking a quick look at the pictures she showed me, I leaned towards agreeing with her. <<s Author>>You do look good in those.<</s>> I said, smiling. <<s Author>>Is there any more?<</s>> I asked her. She looked at me, thoughtful. <<s Eva>>Yara asked the same...<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, show me what you've got!<</s>> I said, egging her on. My friend relented, showing me the other two pictures in which she showed a bit (lot) more than what the first two had. <<s Author>>You do understand that sex sells, right?<</s>> I said to her, almost teasing her but not quite. She nodded. <<s Author>>So obviously, you know what will bring more engagement.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay, but like put yourself in my shoes. I'm not going to whore myself out like that right?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not whoring.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You get the point.<</s>> She said. I did. <<s Eva>>If you'd do it, then I would. Tell me which I should share.<</s>> My friend spoke clearly. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess1.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 2 Option 1" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess1.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>Nothing like a pair of sexy buns to entice people. I say you choose that one.<</s>> I made my recommendation to my friend, who remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Eva>>I guess you're the expert. And if you'd do it, I would.<</s>> //Sharing such a naughty picture on the web would be quite the thrill... I don't know if I made my choice to see my friend go down that path or if I made it because I myself am halfway there...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess1.jpg' width='49%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)' title='Not open enough'><</if>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess2.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 2 Option 2" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess2.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I say you take things light. You are pretty, no need to go over the top to prove it.<</s>> I told my friend, showing her the decision I made. She seemed grateful for my help. <<s Eva>>Thanks friend! Looking forward to your like and comment!<</s>> She said, moving on with her day. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $open gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess3.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 2 Option 3" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess3.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>Nothing like a pair of sexy buns to entice people. I say you choose that one.<</s>> I made my recommendation to my friend, who remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Eva>>I guess you're the expert. And if you'd do it, I would.<</s>> //Sharing such a naughty picture on the web would be quite the thrill... I don't know if I made my choice to see my friend go down that path or if I made it because I myself am halfway there...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess3.jpg' width='49%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)' title='Not open enough'><</if>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess4.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Eva Choice 2 Option 4" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess4.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I say you take things light. You are pretty, no need to go over the top to prove it.<</s>> I told my friend, showing her the decision I made. She seemed grateful for my help. <<s Eva>>Thanks friend! Looking forward to your like and comment!<</s>> She said, moving on with her day. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 1")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess1.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 2")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess2.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 3")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess3.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 4")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/bunny-princess4.jpg'><</if>></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': Felt cute, but won't delete later.</div><<if $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 1", "Eva Choice 2 Option 3")>><<comment "will_be_big">>Definitely keep it. It suits your feed!<</comment>><<else>><<comment "will_be_big">>Nah delete it. it ain't good.<</comment>><</if>> <<comment "peachysport">>That's one sexy rabbit!<</comment>> <<if $social.has("Eva Choice 2 Option 1", "Eva Choice 2 Option 3")>><<comment "playfulbanter">>Yeah I'd smash that bunny<</comment>><<else>><<comment "playfulbanter">>Pass.<</comment>><</if>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>I'd love to see you in some red cosplay!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Such a pretty sight!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Such a pretty sight!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Love the cosplay!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Love the cosplay!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Absolutely love your style!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Absolutely love your style!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-3.jpg'>></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': Lavender is my color, and I'll smell it till I die <3</div><<comment "will_be_big">>Damn you're a hot one!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Absolutely stunning! That's the Eva I know!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Alright alright alright! Smash!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>You wear that lilac really well!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Such a pretty sight!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Such a pretty sight!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You look fantastic!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "You look fantastic!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Woah! I'm... Turned on!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Woah! I'm... Turned on!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div id='choices'><<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-3.jpg">> I approached my friend, the memory of the latest post I had seen of her still fresh in my mind, as I looked to talk to her about it. <<s Author>>Quite the post you've shared, Eva!<</s>> I said, going straight to it. She looked sheepish as she responded, <<s Eva>>Oh... Yeah... I don't know, I thought it was the best option with what I had.<</s>> The best option being to reveal more of her boobs for a bunch of likes... I knew something was off, and I had an inkling as to what that was. <<s Author>>Yara convicned you to do it, didn't she?<</s>> I asked her. She simply nodded, confirming my suspicions. I gave no reaction, but my friend was quick to explain herself. <<s Eva>>But I agree with her. It was the best picture I could share, and you can clearly see that it's paid off. My likes and new follows are through the roof!<</s>> She tried explaining, maybe more to herself than to me. <<s Author>>Show me the other options then... Let me see if I agree.<</s>> I said. I figured I was close enough to her to instill some sort of influence. After all, the last time we were together, we had a decent amount of fun... My friend pulled out her phone and showed me the other two potential posts she had in mind. <<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-2.jpg">> The first was a pretty picture of herself, not sluttiness and nothing revealed, except her long, sexy legs in their pretty socks. A beautiful picture in all regards. <<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-1.jpg">> The other one, though, was quite the slutty image, as my friend held onto her breasts and hid her nipples from sight, though much more was revealed than expected from her... If these were the options, I was surprised to see that <<light Yara>> didn't go all out on her manipulation to push my friend to reveal more of herself! The question at hand, though, was how I'd react to this revelation, one picture tamer than what she posted, and another much maughtier. I knew I could influence my friend. The question was, how far? <<link "You posted the right picture">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-3.jpg">> <<s Author>>Well... Okay. After looking at the options, Eva, I believe you made the right choice.<</s>> I claimed, not before continuing, <<s Author>>Though be sure to always make the right choices, just between flirty and revealing. That's how you'll get a bigger audience.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Thanks, <<print $name>>! Maybe next time you can join me for the pic and the choice...<</s>> Her voice trailed on, hopeful. I simply smiled at her. //Maybe I will...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The tame picture represents you best.">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<less "evasub" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-2.jpg">> <<s Author>>Eva, you don't need to resort to dumb tricks to get a wider audience! You're perfect just the way you are.<</s>> I told my friend, trying to reassure her that she'd made the right choices. And while she remained thoughtful, I could see that my words had an impact on her, as she had a glint of confidence in her eye that wasn't there moments earlier. //I wish she could see herself the way I saw her... A sweet girl with a sweet heart.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You already took the naughy pic. It'd have gathered the biggest audience!">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "social-media/friends-choices/eva-lavender-1.jpg">> <<s Author>>I have to be honest. This picture right here is absolutely fucking hot!<</s>> I claimed, giving her praise. <<s Eva>>I... You really think so?<</s>> She asked, not quite expecting such a reaction from me. <<s Author>>Eva, you're absolutely stunning, and this picture shows it... Had you chosen it, you'd have gathered a fucking army of boys foaming at the mouth for you.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>And women too.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Including you?<</s>> She flirted with me, accepting the fact that I just encouraged her to share a semi-nude online. <<s Author>>Especially me!<</s>> I said, honestly impressed with the absolute beauty that my friend was. I was in awe of her, and I was lucky to be next to her as often as I was. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src='images/social-media/belle-aheago.jpg'></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': I like playing with my(s)elf #aheago #insta </div><<comment "will_be_big">>Soft and breedable. Just how I like them.<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Eva! Never thought you'd do that!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>I'll orc all over your elven ears girl!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Beautiful pic! Promote it on @instaheago today!!!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "That's hot...">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "That's hot...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Love the cosplay!">><<set _comment to "Love the cosplay!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "This is making me tingly <3">><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "This is making me tingly <3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>Alright I need your help.<</s>> My friend was quick to the point as she approached me, phone in hand. <<s Yara>>I have no idea which one to post, and I do think you have good taste.<</s>> She explained, already giving me the phone where she highlighted 4 options. <<s Yara>>Which one do you think is best?<</s>> I felt like anything that showed my friend's ass would make her look sexier and more dominant, but it would also show her the kind of stuff that I'd like, and who knows what kind of conclusions she might make of that... Not that I cared much, right? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-1.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 1 Option 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-1.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I think this one is what looks best.<</s>> <<s Yara>>My ass is popping in it, I agree.<</s>> She said, admiring herself in the picture. <<s Yara>>I'll post it later today, don't forget to give it a like!<</s>> She said as she drifted away. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-2.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 1 Option 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-2.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I think this one is what looks best.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I do look cute in it, yeah...<</s>> She said, admiring herself in the picture. <<s Yara>>I'll post it later today, don't forget to give it a like!<</s>> She said as she drifted away. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-3.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 1 Option 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-3.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I think this one is what looks best.<</s>> <<s Yara>>My ass is popping in it, I agree.<</s>> She said, admiring herself in the picture. <<s Yara>>I'll post it later today, don't forget to give it a like!<</s>> She said as she drifted away. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-4.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 1 Option 4" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-4.jpg' width='49%'></center> <<s Author>>I think this one is what looks best.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I do look royal in it, that's true...<</s>> She said, admiring herself in the picture. <<s Yara>>I'll post it later today, don't forget to give it a like!<</s>> She said as she drifted away. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $social.has("Yara Choice 1 Option 1")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-1.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 1 Option 2")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-2.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 1 Option 3")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-3.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 1 Option 4")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice1-4.jpg'><</if>></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@peachysport'': Working out is my passion, and my passion is large ;)</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Looking hot!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Stunning girl!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>Damn I'd tap that!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>What "team" do you play for?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Gorgeous!!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Gorgeous!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Stunning!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "She plays for the home team @lady_in_red">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "She plays for the home team @lady_in_red">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>Okay there is no way I can choose on my own. <<print $name>>, care to help?<</s>> My friend was yet again trying to decide on the best picture to post on her socials, approaching me and showing me her options. <<s Author>>Why me though?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well you're always on your phone, you're just about an expert at this by now.<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay, and what you I get from this?<</s>> I asked teasingly as I surveyed the options she had highlighted. <<s Yara>>My eternal gratitude. And knowing that you've helped a friend!<</s>> She teased back, laughing almost. //I knew this choice will be important in showing my friend the kind of content that I appreciated, but also the kind of content I believed she should be concentrating more on. The pictures were overall quite thirsty, and I felt my mouth water slightly at the sight. I mean that I'd love to be at the pool too!!// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-1.jpg' width='49%'>">><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 2 Option 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-1.jpg' width='49%'></center> I thought that this picture was the best option for her. While relatively tame, it was still a very pretty picture that I believed showed my friend's perfect colors. <<s Yara>>Oh.. I guess you're the expert.<</s>> My friend looked somewhat disappointed. <<s Yara>>Don't forget to like and I don't know, post a thirsty comment or something.<</s>> She said with a wink before taking her leave. //I figured I'd check insta later today or early tomorrow for that.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-2.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 2 Option 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-2.jpg' width='49%'></center> The confident posture, the sexy body, the slight sexuality... Everything about this picture screamed dominance, and I loved it. <<s Author>>That's the one you should post.<</s>> I told her, making my choice. <<s Yara>>I had a feeling you'd go for this one.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Yara>>Don't forget to like and show your appreciation publicly, if you catch my drift!<</s>> She said with a wink before taking her leave. //I figured I'd check insta later today or early tomorrow for that. Gosh my friend is hot!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-3.jpg' width='49%'>">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 2 Option 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-3.jpg' width='49%'></center> The confident posture, the sexy body, the slight sexuality, and that peachy ass that just begged to have a face burried in it... Everything about this picture screamed dominance and sensuality, and I loved it. <<s Author>>That's the one you should post.<</s>> I told her, making my choice. <<s Yara>>I had a feeling you'd go for this one.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Yara>>Don't forget to like and show your appreciation publicly, if you catch my drift!<</s>> She said with a wink before taking her leave. //I figured I'd check insta later today or early tomorrow for that. Gosh my friend is hot!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-4.jpg' width='49%'>">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $social "Yara Choice 2 Option 4" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-4.jpg' width='49%'></center> I thought that this picture was the best option for her. I understood the motivations behind the picture, but even a non-expert would know that it is sub-par. <<s Yara>>Oh.. I guess you're the expert.<</s>> My friend looked somewhat disappointed. <<s Yara>>Don't forget to like and I don't know, post a thirsty comment or something.<</s>> She said with a wink before taking her leave. //I figured I'd check insta later today or early tomorrow for that.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $social.has("Yara Choice 2 Option 1")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-1.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 2 Option 2")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-2.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 2 Option 3")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-3.jpg'><<elseif $social.has("Yara Choice 2 Option 4")>><img src='images/social-media/friends-choices/yara-choice2-4.jpg'><</if>></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@peachysport'': A fun time at the pool, wishing you were here!</div><<comment "lisathesexy1997">>What a beaut!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Don't we all wish that!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>This gives me gender envy!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>And here I thought only I looked good in red!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "You look amazing girl!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "You look amazing girl!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Stunning!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "I don't know what's making me thirsty, the pool water or you :P">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "I don't know what's making me thirsty, the pool water or you :P">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div id='continue'><<pic Yara>><</pic>> As we hung out together, <<light Yara>> wore her usual smile, eager to be putting me in a tight spot as she often does. <<s Yara>>Did you know that people's digital footprint is often bigger than they expected?<</s>> She asked me, smiling. I looked at her, trying to understand where she was headed to. <<s Yara>>There's websites that dig up all of your old stuff, we're talking instagram posts you've deleted, pictures of you in the background... The whole works!<</s>> That statement was worrying, especially since I had no idea what my friend was getting at. <<s Yara>>Here, let me show you.<</s>> She said as she snapped a picture of me and uploaded it to the website. I felt violated almost. <<s Author>>Yara! What are you doing?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Hey, it's okay!<</s>> <<s Author>>How can you know it's safe?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! Do you have anything to hide?<</s>> I didn't, but then again, I wasn't so sure what could be found online... And I had to act fast if I wanted to regain some sort of control over this situation... <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "Stay silent, see where this goes.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't find it in me to stand up to my friend, and instead stayed silent as she waited for the website to do its work. A few minutes later, it had come up with its first result, still searching for more... <<pichalf "social-media/instayara55-1.jpg">> Seated, a younger version of me displayed a wide smile to the camera in frot of her, genuinely happy with the day she was spending. I remember that day. My mother was in town and we had decided to go have a lunch together, just the two of us. And I remember the moment she had taken this picture. <<s Author>>Please, don't post it online!<</s>> I had begged. Apparently, to no avail. <<s Yara>>Aww you look cute in this one!<</s>> My friend commented, bringing me back to the present. <<s Author>>I guess I do... I didn't know it was on the web.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well, it is, and it's a good look on you!<</s>> Then, another picture appeared in the search results... <<link "This one a bit more private...">><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "social-media/instayara55-2.jpg">> A selfie. One that I remembered quite well, taken in private. And one I am entirely certain I never shared online. <<s Author>>That was never posted.<</s>> I announced to her, fearing for the pictures that were to come next. <<s Yara>>Yet here it is, on the website.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara... What's the name of the website?<</s>> I asked her. She looked at me with a weird glance. <<s Yara>>Leaks and digital trails dot com, why?<</s>> The next picture confirmed my suspicions. I definitely never shared these pics, and they were stolen from my phone against my will, one way or the other. <<pichalf "social-media/yaraevent55-3.jpg">> There I was, bra revealed and half naked on my friend's phone, smiling up at the camera I held and being a naughty individual. My friend was yet to notice the picture, still looking at me, but I new all about what came after it, and I knew that it was something that I wouldn't want her to see. I rushed to take the phone away from her. <<s Author>>Okay... That's enough!<</s>> I claimed, scared of what might be revealed next, and rushing to delete the website from her phone. My friend looked at me with an inquisitive glance, and seeing my begging eyes, decided not to press me. I was grateful for that moment. That website spelled trouble... I probably should look into it further at a later stage... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Stay silent, see where this goes." "Too dominant for that (20)">><</if>> <<link "She's going next, come what may!">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I knew I'd have to accept some sort of vulnerability if I wanted to reveal more of my friend's past, and so stayed silent as the website did its work, knowing I was going to turn things on her soon. A few minutes later, it had come up with its first result, though it was still searching for more... <<pichalf "social-media/instayara55-1.jpg">> Seated, a younger version of me displayed a wide smile to the camera in frot of her, genuinely happy with the day she was spending. I remember that day. My mother was in town and we had decided to go have a lunch together, just the two of us. And I remember the moment she had taken this picture. <<s Author>>Please, don't post it online!<</s>> I had begged. Apparently, to no avail. <<s Yara>>Aww you look cute in this one!<</s>> My friend commented, bringing me back to the present. <<s Author>>I guess I do... I didn't know it was on the web.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well, it is, and it's a good look on you!<</s>> As we sat there, I thought of what to do. The website was still searching for more of my old pictures, but I was feeling an internal nagging to take a picture of <<light Yara>> for it to research instead... <div id='choices2'><<link "Wait a bit more...">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "social-media/instayara55-2.jpg">> A selfie. One that I remembered quite well, taken in private, suddenly appeared on the screen my friend held. And one I am entirely certain I never shared online. <<s Author>>That was never posted.<</s>> I announced to her, fearing for the pictures that were to come next. <<s Yara>>Yet here it is, on the website.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara... What's the name of the website?<</s>> I asked her. She looked at me with a weird glance. <<s Yara>>Leaks and digital trails dot com, why?<</s>> The next picture confirmed my suspicions. I definitely never shared these pics, and they were stolen from my phone against my will, one way or the other. <<pichalf "social-media/yaraevent55-3.jpg">> There I was, bra revealed and half naked on my friend's phone, smiling up at the camera I held and being a naughty individual. My friend was yet to notice the picture, still looking at me, but I new all about what came after it, and I knew that it was something that I wouldn't want her to see. I rushed to take the phone away from her. <<s Author>>Okay... That's enough!<</s>> I claimed, scared of what might be revealed next, and rushing to delete the website from her phone. My friend looked at me with an inquisitive glance, and seeing my begging eyes, decided not to press me. I was grateful for that moment. That website spelled trouble... I probably should look into it further at a later stage... <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "It's her turn to share.">><<replace "#choices2">>I decided it was time for my friend to feel some of the vulnerability I had felt, taking the phone away from her and stopping to search, snapping a picture of her instead and uploading it. <<s Yara>>I'm sure you won't find much of me.<</s>> She announced. And she was wrong. Less than a minute later, the website came up with a video. And one that instantly made me laugh at my friend. <<vid "social-media/yara-dancing-old.mp4">> My friend was dancing to the camera just like these tiktok dancers she'd made fun of a while ago, putting on all the moves and being all sexy for her camera lens. And it was a laughable sight, as I was quick to slap my knees in hilarity watching her move. <<s Yara>>Hold up... I never posted this one!<</s>> She claimed, confused as she looked at the screen. I looked at her, still laughing. <<s Author>>You would never dare!<</s>> I laughed. I noticed that my friend was not as thrilled about the revelation as I was, more thoughtful than I imagined. <<s Author>>Hey, it's okay. It's in the past.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I never posted this...<</s>> Her voice trailed on as she remained thoughtful for the rest of our time together. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -20>><<link "Take her phone away, and submit her picture instead.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I chose I wouldn't be subjected to my friend's teasing without teasing her first, and was quick to steal the phone away from her. Moments later, I had stopped the search, snapped a picture of her instead, and uploaded it for the results. <<s Yara>>Hey, not fair!<</s>> <<s Author>>Taste of your own medicine!<</s>> I shot back, teasing her. <<s Yara>>I'm sure you won't find much of me.<</s>> She announced. And she was wrong. Less than a minute later, the website came up with a video. And one that instantly made me laugh at my friend. <<vid "social-media/yara-dancing-old.mp4">> My friend was dancing to the camera just like these tiktok dancers she'd made fun of a while ago, putting on all the moves and being all sexy for her camera lens. And it was a laughable sight, as I was quick to slap my knees in hilarity watching her move. <<s Yara>>Hold up... I never posted this one!<</s>> She claimed, confused as she looked at the screen. I looked at her, still laughing. <<s Author>>You would never dare!<</s>> I laughed. I noticed that my friend was not as thrilled about the revelation as I was, more thoughtful than I imagined. <<s Author>>Hey, it's okay. It's in the past.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I never posted this...<</s>> Her voice trailed on as she remained thoughtful for the rest of our time together. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take her phone away, and submit her picture instead." "Too submissive for that (20)">><</if>></div></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <div id='continue'><<light Jasmin>>, hanging out in the corridors on this lovely afternoon, was looking particularly attractive as I approached her. <<s Author>>Jasmin you look amazing, what have you done?<</s>> I asked her, impressed with the way she was dressed and the way she held herself. <<s Jasmin>>Oh it's nothing, a small diet.<</s>> <<s Author>>As if you need one!<</s>> I teased her. <<link "Suggest we take pictures together">><<replace "#continue">>Figuring that there wouldn't be anything wrong with trying things out, I suggest to my friend that we start taking pictures. She is quick to acquiesce. <<s Jasmin>>Yes, let's do this!<</s>> We ask of a random senior to take pictures of us as we start posing in front of the camera, enjoying the vibes. This person follows our requests and snaps a couple of photos. <img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-1.jpg' width='45%'><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-4.jpg' width='45%'> A lingering thought passes through me as I think to the closeness of our bodies, the excitement of this moment between us... And I feel like maybe I can push for something more... Attractive between the two of us... <<if $bisex gte 5>><<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Suggest we take naughtier pictures">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<pickup $social "Jasmin25 Naughty Pics" 1>><center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-3.jpg' width='45%'></center> Grabbing my friend and turning her back to the camera, I whisper to her to follow my lead, before grabbing a hold of her sexy globes, enhancing them for the phone camera. The student that is taking pictures of us is just as shocked as she is, snapping pictures and trying to control his emotions. I am sure that it's quite a sight for him. <center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg' width='45%'></center> Soon though, <<light Jasmin>> takes back control, turning me instead away from the camera, pushing my own ass in the forefront of the picture, enjoying my small reactory moan. The closeness between our bodies is infuriating, beautifully charged with eroticism. And I like it. <<s Jasmin>>Atta girl.<</s>> My friend praised me before stepping away from me, approaching the man with the phone. <<s Jasmin>>That's enough sightseeing for one day.<</s>> She said teasingly before taking the device away from him and ushering him along. <</linkreplace>><<else>><<dark "Suggest we take naughtier pictures" "Not queer enough (5)">><</if>> <<link "Move on">><<replace "#continue">>The student now dismissed, both of us turn our attention to the pictures we have taken, enjoying our sexy bodies. <<s Jasmin>>You should totally post these on your socials.<</s>> My friend says excitedly. <<s Author>>Sure I would, but which?<</s>> My friend smiled. <<s Jasmin>>Whichever would grab the most attention, duh!<</s>> She said while laughing. <<if $social.has("Jasmin25 Naughty Pics")>><<s Jasmin>>I do think that the one with your ass to the camera will grab you the best kind of attention though.<</s>> She clarified.<</if>> I looked at the pictures in front of me, trying to discern which one would be the best to share... I mean on the one hand, I didn't have to share them. On the other, I kind of wanted to do that... //Which to choose? <<if $social.has("Jasmin25 Naughty Pics")>>Should I follow her lead?<</if>>// <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-1.jpg' width='45%'>">><<pickup $social "Jasmin25 Post" 1 "Jasmin25 Post1" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-1.jpg' width='50%'></center> I made my decision known to my friend, who smiled sweetly at the decision. <<s Jasmin>>Nice choice! I know this'll look good on your feed.<</s>> She said excitedly. //I guess I have something to post soon then!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-4.jpg' width='45%'>">><<pickup $social "Jasmin25 Post" 1 "Jasmin25 Post4" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-4.jpg' width='50%'></center> I made my decision known to my friend, who smiled sweetly at the decision. <<s Jasmin>>Nice choice! I know this'll look good on your feed.<</s>> She said excitedly. //I guess I have something to post soon then!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $social.has("Jasmin25 Naughty Pics")>><<if $subdom lte -5>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg' width='45%'>">><<pickup $social "Jasmin25 Post" 1 "Jasmin25 Post2" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg' width='50%'></center> I made my decision known to my friend, who smiled widely at the revelation. <<s Jasmin>>Awesome choice. You'll have people rushing to like the picture for us!<</s>> She said excitedly. //I guess I have something to post soon then!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg' width='45%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not submissive enough (5)">><</if>><<if $open gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-3.jpg' width='45%'>">><<pickup $social "Jasmin25 Post" 1 "Jasmin25 Post3" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-3.jpg' width='50%'></center> I made my decision known to my friend, who smiled widely at the revelation. <<s Jasmin>>Hey it's your choice! Don't be disappointed when people rush to follow me instead of you!<</s>> She said while laughing teasingly. //I guess I have something to post soon then!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg' width='45%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not open enough (5)">><</if>><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $social.has("Jasmin25 Post3")>><img src="images/social-media/me/jasmin25-3.jpg"><<elseif $social.has("Jasmin25 Post1")>><img src="images/social-media/me/jasmin25-1.jpg"><<elseif $social.has("Jasmin25 Post2")>><img src="images/social-media/me/jasmin25-2.jpg"><<elseif $social.has("Jasmin25 Post4")>><img src="images/social-media/me/jasmin25-4.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': Hanging out with my friend, how you doing?</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I'd do you both!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>How can I find friends like that?<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Hotties.<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Looking good, let's make a sandwich.<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

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<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/jia-cuck15.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@jialissaopen'': Do you like me in my new bikini? Wild and free!</div><<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Beautiful and sexy!!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>I like what I see<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>You'd look better out of it girl!<</comment>> <<comment "earique">>I miss you...<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "<3">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "<3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "@earique thirsty much?">><<set _comment to "@earique thirsty much?">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> That was <<light Eric>> with the last comment, saying he misses her... Is there history between the two? Should I <<link "Ask him about it">><<set $ericmessage to 6>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>?

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/jia-cuck35.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@jialissaopen'': Why bother hiding the truth? Yes, I'm attracted to black guys.</div><<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Loved sharing him with you for the picture! <3<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Double the bitches, double the trouble!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>You girls drove me crazy!<</comment>> <<comment "earique">>Jia... What are you doing???<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Life is meant to be colorful... You go girl!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Life is meant to be colorful... You go girl!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "@earique she's doing him, obviously!">><<set _comment to "@earique she's doing him, obviously!">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<light Eric>> was yet again commenting on his ex's pics. Poor guy cannot handle seeing her with another man, especially one as good looking as this one... Thoughts swirled in my head. Would I want to cause a same reaction in him, revel in his helplessness? Maybe I can find someone to help, <<light Samuel>> sure is constantly interested!

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/leo-masc25.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/leo.jpg">''@socialbutterfly'': Do y'all like my new shirt?</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Dudee! Looks so badass!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Love the posters in the back!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "One hell of a handsome man!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<set _comment to "One hell of a handsome man!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "@socialbutterfly looking awesome! <3">><<set _comment to "@socialbutterfly looking awesome! <3">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<light Leo>> has been really accepting his masculinity, portraying it better and better every day. It was a nice sight to behold, and I was excited to have the whole world see him for who he truly is.

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/leo-masc25.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/leo.jpg">''@socialbutterfly'': Do you like my new necklace? Tongue's out, fun's now <3</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Super cute. I'd smash.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Honestly, you're really good looking. Makes me question<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Advertise on our page @sissieskingdom @sissieskingdom<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>That's a hot babe that I'd like to be with right there!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@transbabe you're not the only one!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<set _comment to "@transbabe you're not the only one!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Femininity suits you, embrace it! <3">><<set _comment to "Femininity suits you, embrace it! <3">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<light Leo>> has been growing increasingly feminine recently, accepting parts of himself that he'd hide before. I was excited to see him delve even deeper down that pool of beauty and self-pampering. It suited him... Or her. I probably should talk to me friend soon about their gender identity. Maybe I can help in even more self-discovery...

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Eric! So good to see you here!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Likewise! I was just passing to get a quick drink!<</s>> He announced. <<s Author>>Sweet. Let me get that for you!<</s>> <<light Eric>> seemed thoughtful, hesitant to approach me with his suggestion as he waited for me to finish up his drink. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Eric>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>What's bothering you. You're shifting like a kid who wants to ask his mom for icecream.<</s>> I joked, putting the drink on the table between us. <<s Eric>>It's... It's nothing much...<</s>> I didn't pass him his drink. On his phone, which he placed on the counter, there was an odd picture... <<pichalf "social-media/jia-partner-howdy.jpg">> <<s Author>>What's that?<</s>> I asked him, calling it out. <<s Eric>>Nothing.<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, you can tell me.<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's my ex. A picture with her new "boyfriend"<</s>> <<s Author>>They look good.<</s>> <<s Eric>> I know.<</s>> He put his hand out, wanting to get his drink. <div id='choices'><<link "Suggest we take a picture together.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Eric 35 Post" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>How about we do something a bit better than be sad about what's there?<</s>> I asked him, smiling. <<s Author>>Two can play this game, come with.<</s>> I took him to a corner of the shop, standing in front of the mirror. <<s Author>>Here, We'll take a picture of our own and post it. That's show her you've moved on from her. And you have, right?<</s>> I turned my back to him, arranging my hair and preparing for the pic. His smile was genuine when he snapped the picture. <<s stranger>>Excuse me, can someone help me?<</s>> A random stranger was ready to make his order. <<s Author>>I'll see what the picture looked like later today. For now, I have work to do.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "creamart">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Tease him more">><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Jealous of your ex? Or of him?<</s>> I teased. <<s Author>>Come on, you can tell me.<</s>> I don't know what reaction I was hoping for specifically, but I was hoping he'd crack and give me something. It was fun teasing him like that. <<s Eric>>I mean, of course I am. We never fought. It was just because I moved here that thing turned out the way they did.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Someone's not over their ex, especially since she's with someone HOT!<</s>> I said, grabbing the phone from him. <<s Author>>Admit it. The man is attractive!<</s>> I said. <<light Eric>> was getting red in the face as I teased him publicly like that. <<s Eric>>Alright, yes. I admit he's hot.<</s>> He said in a hushed tone. <<s Eric>>Now can you pass me my phone and drink?<</s>> <<s Author>>Eric! I didn't know you were bi!<</s>> I teased him again, handing him his items. He didn't bother saying a word, as he left the place with his head down, trying to hide his face from the people whose eyes were trying to catch him. He's so cute when he's jumpy like that... But him being into his ex was quite the thing... I didn't know how I felt about that just yet... <<link "Leave" "creamart">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just hand him his drink">><<replace "#choices">>Deciding that the whole teasing thing was not my vibe, one way or the other, I simply pushed his drink towards him. <<s Author>>Good luck Eric. Seems like you need it.<</s>> I said to him as I turned my attention to the client after him. My friend left with thoughts swirling in his head. <<link "Leave" "creamart">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/eric-pictogether.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eric.jpg">''@earique'': Hanging out with my lovely @butterflown, always a pleasure!</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Cool couple.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Looking good together.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>That girl needs some black cock to set her straight.<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Absolute #goals!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@earique you're the best <3">><<add "Eric" 1>><<set _comment to "@earique you're the best <3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Pleasure's all mine!">><<set _comment to "Pleasure's all mine!">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/samuel-post.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/samuel.jpg">''@samusamu'': Caught without a shirt. Oops</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Cool abs.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Leave some of the ladies for us my dude!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Player. You go brother!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Bad boy body slaying<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@samusamu looking good! <3">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<set _comment to "@samusamu looking good! <3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Sexiest man at school!">><<set _comment to "Sexiest man at school!">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/eric-selfie.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eric.jpg">''@earique'': Caught without a shirt too. Wow.</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Something feels odd about this..<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Someone's looking for attention.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>You're on the road to progress. Keep it up.<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Hot body I gotta admit!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@samusamu did it better">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<set _comment to "@samusamu did it better">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Nice pic @earique! <3">><<set _comment to "Nice pic @earique! <3">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> It's a bit odd that <<light Eric>> would post this picture with this caption right after <<light Samuel>> did so. I smell jealousy... What is this guy's obsession with what his friend does? They both look good!

<<pichalf "events/otherevents/sasha-media25talk.jpg">> The woman hanging around there... I recognized her. There was content on social media that she had shared, and she'd even commented on a few of my own pics. I figured it wouldn't be wrong to get closer to her and introduce myself. And so, as I got closer, se looked up at me, adjusting her eyeglasses as she took notice of my presence, eyeing me up and down. <<s Sasha>>I know you.<</s>> She said, immediately putting me at ease. <<s Author>>I know you too. I like your social media content.<</s>> I said back to her, hoping I wasn't too creepy. <<s Sasha>>I like yours. You're slowly discovering your style more.<</s>> She claimed, smiling. I blushed a tiny bit as I thanked her. <<s Sasha>>So, looking for tips?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>I... How'd you know?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Darling... That's almost always what people talk to me about.<</s>> She said, showing a hint of frustration but maintaining a radiant smile. <<s Author>>Well then... No. I won't be asking for that.<</s>> I said confidently. She gave a small smirk, appreciating the novelty of this encounter. <<s Sasha>>Good. Maybe I'll see you around then.<</s>> She said with a genuine smile before going back to her books, <<s Sasha>>Till then keep posting. I'd love to see more of you.<</s>> //I guess that's a way to catch her attention then...// <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>>

<<pic Sasha>><</pic>> My new friend looked worried as she stared at her phone's screen, thoughtful and biting at her lower lip. <<s Author>>A bit more of that and you'll start drawing blood!<</s>> I shifted her attention back to me. <<s Sasha>><<print $name>>. It's shit.<</s>> She said. I immediately sat next to her, understanding things were quite serious. <<s Sasha>>Look at these.<</s>> She said, handing me her phone and showing me three pictures in her gallery. <<pichalf "events/otherevents/sasha-media35-1.jpg">> <<pichalf "events/otherevents/sasha-media35-2.jpg">> <<pichalf "events/otherevents/sasha-media35-3.jpg">> I didn't understand what was bad about these pictures, and voiced my appreciation of them: <<s Author>>I don't understand, what's so bad about these pics?<</s>> I asked her, <<s Author>>You look awesome in them.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>They're fake!<</s>> She claimed. <<s Sasha>>Some creep is creating AI-generated pictures of me.<</s>> I looked at them once more, and understood her plight. They were indeed fake, but looked so real. <<s Author>>Oh shit...<</s>> I came to the realization that she had made... This was fucked up. <<s Author>>What will you do?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>There's nothing I can do... It's hopeless!<</s>> She put her head in her hands, and spoke in between them: <<s Sasha>>They're promising naughty pictures in a special site.<</s>> She said. Fuck. <<s Author>>I don't know what to say... Or do.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Neither do I... <<print $name>>... What should I do?<</s>> She was worried and thoughtful. I tried thinking of how I could help her... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 50>><<link "You real account should fight fire with fire.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe... Maybe you should fight fire with fire...<</s>> I said, still thinking, <<s Author>>If people see that the real deal is better than the fake, why would they ever follow that other account?<</s>> <<light Sasha>> looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Sasha>>I like the way you think, <<print $name>>... Fire with fire... Won't I be burned with it?<</s>> I spoke: <<s Author>>Well that other page is getting loads of likes, simply because its Sasha is more courageous than we are being.<</s>> I explained. <<s Sasha>>Yeah... Yeah you're right. It might just work.<</s>> With that, I left my friend to her own thoughts as she tried to figure out what she should start posting first... It would be interesting to keep an eye out to see how things evolve for her. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Your real account should fight fire with fire" "Not open enough (50)">><</if>> <<link "Report them, I guess?">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I guess... The best we can do is report them?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>And give them more attention than they deserve?<</s>> She scoffed, <<s Sasha>>I don't see how that would benefit me.<</s>> <<s Author>>A violation of a person's image is something that most do not appreciate, Sasha. If you simply share about this page, you'll easily be able to rally your followers to shut them down.<</s>> She raised an eyebrow. <<s Sasha>>Use my own followers against them... An all out war.<</s>> That wasn't exactly what I meant... <<s Sasha>>I can see this working out for me, if I act fast and hard.<</s>> She remained thoughtful, invigorated. While not exactly following my intended recommendation, she still had a plan she was now following. It would be interesting to check back in at a later date to see how things evolve for her... <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Pay them no mind. Don't give them the satisfaction of a reaction.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Sasha, I think the best thing to do is to simply ignore them. Don't give them the satisfaction of a reaction.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Eventually, noticing that they didn't get a rise out of you, they'll decide to move on, leaving you as the authentic Sasha that you'll only need to be.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>I'm not one to simply turn the other cheek... It's a complete violation!<</s>> She answered in return, <<s Sasha>>If I stay silent, they'll keep doing what they've been doing, and it'll only get worse!<</s>> <<s Author>>And in giving it too much thought, you'd only be hurting yourself.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>No... I need to do something about this, give them a taste of their own medicine, run them out of business.<</s>> <<light Sasha>> seemed retinent to be doing things her own way, a way that would burn her down and challenge her beyond what she'd probably be able to handle. Though it's understandable that she'd be so emotional, it was still weak to be reacting so harshly, without any critical thinking... It would be interesting to see how things evolve for her... <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/events/otherevents/sasha-media60-2.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sasha.jpg">''@transbabe'': The one and only, the original. #linkinbio #model #cambunny</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Wait, she's trans? Hot damn!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Yeah I'll check out that link, why not!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Dem white girls be sexier by the day!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Cambunny detected, opinion rejected.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Absolutely stunning">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<set _comment to "@samusamu did it better">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Why post this? You're better than that!">><<set _comment to "Why post this? You're better than that!">><<less "open" 1>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> It was interesting to see <<light Sasha>> share such a picture... Is it an answer to the fake account's activities? Maybe I need to find her at the library to talk to her about this.

<<pic Sasha>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Heys, bikini model!<</s>> I sat next to my acquaintance/friend, smiling at her. She smiled back, flashing me her flashy smile. <<s Sasha>>Yeah yeah, pull my leg.<</s>> She said, <<s Sasha>>Did you like the post?<</s>> I didn't need to think about it. <<s Author>>Yeah, I just didn't expect it from you!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Hard times ask for hard decisions. And the fake account is eating its sock now that the real thing has a cambunny account.<</s>> I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. <<s Author>>Cambunny? Damn, you were not the person I'd have bet on having such an account...<</s>> I said to her, <<s Author>>Though... Isn't that a bit too far?<</s>> She laughed, flashing me her pearly whites. <<s Sasha>>That's the thing! The account I've created... I don't share much on! All still covered!<</s>> She said, <<s Sasha>>I don't need to show anything. A teasing picture here, another in some sexy clothing there, and people simply swoon for me!<</s>> <<s Author>>And send you their money.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>I swear, there's too many beta men out there willing to spend money on the dumbest things. Some find even more of a thrill to be paying a trans girl. Others feel even hotter paying a trans girl that shows them nothing!<</s>> I was impressed. I knew these people existed, I just didn't know things had reached so far just yet in the way <<light Sasha>> has been doing things. I guess I took quite a while to talk to her. <<s Author>>Wow. That's really impressive!<</s>> I said. <<s Sasha>>Now some are actually quite dominant, and demanding. And they have the money to back their demands... Though I've not revealed anything yet.<</s>> She said, thoughtful. A few moments later, as we both thought of the implications of cambunny and the website's potential, a part of me even somewhat considering using it to my advantage, <<light Sasha>> spoke up again. <<s Sasha>>I could send you the link if you feel like subscribing!<</s>> She joked teasingly. <<s Author>>I...<</s>> I was shocked at the suggestion. <<s Sasha>>I'm joking!<</s>> She laughed, <<s Sasha>>You should see your face!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Nah, you, my friend, get a private sneak peak at this week's post. Here.<</s>> Moments later, I had her phone in hand. <<pichalf "events/otherevents/sasha-media60-1.jpg">> A stunning beauty was on the screen. My friend was fucking hot. And she awaited my reaction! <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I think subbing wouldn't be so bad!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well... After seeing this picture, maybe subbing wouldn't be so bad!<</s>> I said, complimenting my friend. <<s Sasha>>Oh you naughty little thing!<</s>> She said, smiling. <<s Sasha>>Well I'm not one to stop you! And I'm sure you'll like what else you find there!<</s>> She continued teasing. Damn, a few weeks ago, she was the one looking to hit on me, and now, with one glimpse of the sexiness that she carried, I was the one considering subbing to her cambunny account! That must mean something, though I am not sure what it is exactly... <<s Author>>Naughty! Though you just admitted there's nothing revealed!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Didn't stop other people from subbing, did it?<</s>> Fuck. I can't believe I'm actually considering it... Or even worse than that, considering Cambunny as a whole! <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>You look stunning!">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Sasha, you look absolutely stunning!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Aw thanks babe! I knew you'd like it.<</s>> She said. <<s Sasha>>I'm sure a lot of my subs will like it as well. It's always so hot seeing their thirsty comments, especially when they embrace my femininity. It's hot!<</s>> She said excitedly. Indeed, I could imagine how exciting this must be for her. It was exciting just seeing it! I wonder how it would feel to be sharing pictures of my own there. Nothing too naughty, just the same level of sexy she is sharing... It should be thrilling... And pay well. <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Looks good.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Looks good.<</s>> I said, a bit dryly, to show her I wasn't entirely impressed by what she'd shared. <<s Sasha>>Only good?<</s>> She asked, trepidation showing in her tone. <<s Author>>Well, yeah... It's a nice tease for desperate men in need for any action, but you know I need more simulation.<</s>> I said, seeing somewhat of a realization on her eyes. <<s Sasha>>I guess... you do make a point.<</s>> She said, conceding that I might be right. Weak, eager to please. <<s Author>>But hey, if you keep it up you might just get what you need. And it's good people are interested in more already, you know where the money is.<</s>> I teased her even more, feeling her thoughts morphing under my manipulation. Maybe I could be one to manipulate all those boys to my advantage instead. Play on their emotions like only I know... <<link "Move along" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

Receiving such a message, out of nowhere, was quite the interesting revelation, and left me thinking for a moment... It did seem like easy money, and they were well in line with my personal brand. It would not hurt to ust give them a shoutout in exchange for the box of goodies they were offering. //Was I willing to go down that route?// <div id='choices'><<link "Accept the Deal">><<pickup $friendsevents "Media50Deal Accepted" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RandomMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#choices">>Deal now accepted, I only needed to create the post to promote their product when the shipment is received! <<link "Move along" "Management">><<set $randommessage to 0>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Reject the offer">><<pickup $friendsevents "Media50Deal Rejected" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RandomMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<replace "#choices">>I found that accepting this deal would be selling out, and preferred not to continue down that path. Maybe the next offer would be more in line with my personal brand... <<link "Move along" "Management">><<set $randommessage to 0>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "events/otherevents/media50-shipment.jpg">> At my door, a shipment that I've been expecting for a couple of days now awaited me, and I was quick to bring it inside. Pulling out its contents, I was quick to see the latest set and enjoy the feel of the clothing against my skin. <img src='images/clothes/brown-cap.jpg' width='30%'><img src='images/clothes/brown-hoodie.jpg' width='30%'><img src='images/clothes/brown-sweatpant.jpg' width='30%'> I figured there was no time like the present to take a photo and upload it. And I figured it wouldn't hurt to act a little slutty in the clothing. They did say that I fit their brand in every which way, including my slight naughtiness... <<linkreplace "Post the picture">><<add "money" 50>><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Media Savvy 50 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>Now that this post has been made, I quickly noticed that the company that hired me had wired me the money. //It's good to be an influencer! It pays off!// I was already looking forward to the next deal I'd receive from them or another brand! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</linkreplace>>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/me/media50-promo.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': I'm feeling like myself in this new sexy brown set! Check out @lateenclothing for the latest products <3</div><<comment "will_be_big">>I like the clothing, but what's underneath is sexier.<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Looking good covered with that brown!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinder">>I like that hat. Will follow them @lateenclothing<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<<messaging "peakyblinder">><<themcon>>Hello @butterflown!<</themcon>><<themcon>>peakyblinders here, long time fan and enthusiast of your posts and page.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Well actually my name is Marco, sorry.<</themcon>><<themcon>>I'm just nervous, you're really awesome.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Okay here goes.<</themcon>><<themcon>>I'm an artist that gathers multiple mediums, and I have a gallery showing off my art in the coming weekend, and I was hoping that maybe you'd be able to visit, take a few pictures, and share them to your accounts.<</themcon>><<themcon>>It's going to be an important event, but the presence of social media influencers is essential for the image of the event according to my agent, and so I immediately thought of you as your posts have inspired a few of my paintings.<</themcon>><<themcon>>It's actually a mix of painting and photography...<</themcon>><<themcon>>I'd love to have you at the event, to show off the art that I've created through your inspiration, if possible.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We can have a driver available to pick you up to the event this coming sunday afternoon, and payment is no issue, I'm ready to meet your fee.<</themcon>><<them>>I look forward to hearing from you and hope we can come to a good agreement for your presence with us.<</them>> <<linkreplace "What promises can you make that this event is legit?">><<me>>What promises can you make that this event is legit?<</me>><<themcon>>Oh thank god, you've answered!<</themcon>><<themcon>>I can send you the poster to the event, if you want it?<</themcon>><<them>><<pichead "events/otherevents/media60-flyer.jpg" "The Event Invite">><</them>> <<linkreplace "Payment...">><<me>>What about payment?<</me>><<themcon>>I've talked to my agent about this, and they accepted with 100$. I wish I could do more...<</themcon>><<themcon>>Though there will be people of importance at the event, photographers and artists that you'd benefit from meeting.<</themcon>><<them>>I'll introduce you to all of them.<</them>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</messaging>> That seemed like a nice event and a better idea... I was seriously considering it. And it would definitely be a huge boost to my connections. I had my ride, my payment, and I only needed to make a singular post. It sounded fantastic. I knew this event would be the start of a great career, if I played my cards right. <div id='choices'><<link "Accept his proposal">><<pickup $friendsevents "Media60Deal Accepted" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Count me in. I'm looking forward to it!<</me>> With this confirmation, I knew I had set in motion quite the important event for my future. I looked forward to the event this coming Sunday afternoon. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Deny his offer">><<pickup $friendsevents "Media60Deal Rejected" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt like this entire thing was not my jam. I did not need this charity to make something of myself, and social media and whatever influencing this man thought I needed to do would not be my path to success. <<me>>I appreciate the offer, but will have to decline.<</me>> Better nip it in the bud from now, I would not be surrounding myself with this kind of people. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Will block off Modelling Opportunities">></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/me/media60-promo.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': I was invited to a special event last night. Go check out @geekyblinder's art page. It's beautiful!</div><<comment "playfulbanter">>Move aside, let us look at the painting<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Artistic, suits you!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinder">>It was a pleasure to have you with us!<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<<pichalf "events/meevents/stranger-flashing-tits.jpg">> This naughty girl triggered something in me, there was no denying it. As I thought to what she did, the happniess she portrayed as she did it, the simplicity of the act yet how taboo it was... I needed to do the same. There was definitely a reason why she'd do that, right? There's definitely something exciting about this, something fulfilling. I need that for myself. I need it... But I was afraid. What if it doesn't work out fine for me? What if someone called the cops on me? And then I understood. The thrill comes from there, from how taboo the act is and how fickle the whole situation is. I needed it. And I needed it now. I saw an old man, sitting on a bench, alone. I approached, heart thumping in my chest. I was about to do it. I was about to show a complete stranger a glimpse of my body. My nipples stood to attention. I knew I was aroused. Would he see that? Would he care? I stood in front of him. He looked at me. I smiled. <<s Author>>Hello...<</s>> Now or never. Would I do it? Now. As I prepared myself to reveal my globes to him, show him something he probably hasn't seen in a long time, the man nodded at me and continued on his way. He ignored me, moved away. Must've been busy. The thoughts that swirled in my head were clashing, attacking me from all sides, trying to bring me down. I was about to show my tits to a random stranger, and for what? //What the fuck was wrong with me? I really need to control myself better than that!// <<link "Leave" "Park">><<add "arousal" 50>><</link>>

<<picmid "workout/bbcteasegym1.jpg">> My workout today had caught someone's attention, who looked at me with clear interest. He was muscular, but at the moment, it wasn't his muscles that mattered, it was mine and the way they reacted to my physical efforts. I was working out hard, and it was starting to show. The man eventually approached me, wanting to talk. <<s stranger>>You're a regular here, it shows.<</s>> He said, an odd approach that was appreciated nonetheless. <<s Author>>I am. I haven't seen you around.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Travelling, roaming about.<</s>> He said. A stranger that I wouldn't meet again... Our conversation carried over between sets, as we got to know each other a bit more. The man was a private contractor who was here on business, looking to secure a deal that would set him up for a year to come. He was also a gym freak, interested in his physical appearance, and it looked like it, mine too. <div id='choices'>There was no fear that this encounter could carry something more, and I was excited about the prospect of what this might bring. Did I want to flirt with the man, come onto him? He was looking interested after all... <<link "Flirt blatantly">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "workout/bbcteasegym2.jpg">>My decision had been made. At one point as I had my workout on the ground with him spotting me on top, I made my move, my hand drifting towards his bulking shaft that stretched the front of his pants, "steadying myself as I stood up". I made my intentions clear as I looked him straight in the eyes while moving to stand. <<s stranger>>All the same.<</s>> He commented with a scoff. I looked at him with a stare. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s stranger>>You white bitches are all the same, distracted by cock.<</s>> He said, moving away from me. Did he just turn me down? A month ago I wouldn't have been this direct, and now that I was it fired back at me... What was wrong with me?? <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not interested in him like that.">><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to pursue anything more and trusting that this would be a simple friendship, I kept my distance. This had the desired effect of minimizing contact, making him mindful of our interactions. The man respected my boundaries. If I've started being more open to experience doesn't necessarily mean I'll jump at every opportunity to get nailed!<</replace>><</link>></div>

My mirror stared back at me on this odd day, a vision that I felt was a bit... Morphed. I don't know how to explain it, but there was something off-putting about the way I looked. Something about my body, my looks, felt wrong. I had no idea what it meant. But it meant something, and I knew it. I went to the web for answers. <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo1.jpg">> <center><h2>My Body Is Not Enough</h2></center> <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo2.jpg">> <center><h2>A tranformation like no other</h2></center> <<picmid "events/meevents/bimbo3.jpg">> <center><h2>How I improved my body and made it the perfection it is today</h2></center> Forums of different kinds spoke about the female body, about the potential of it, about its natural limits and how to go beyond them... And I was in a vulnerable space, willing to read and learn more about what made me feel the way I was feeling. People spoke of their experiences with weight loss, with body modifications, with improvements. And I read. Until I came across a particularly interesting advertisement... <<pichalf "events/meevents/plasticity-ad.jpg">> <center>Tired of the same old body, the same old boobs, ass, lips, skin? Your answer is Plasticity, your one stop shop for all things enhancements and body improvements. Come along and get your perfect body today! #yourbodyourchoice</center> A weird ad, something that shouted desperation... But maybe I was desperate enough to go there and see what it's all about? I didn't know what was being wrong with me, all I knew is that something did feel wrong.

There was fear, apprehension, hesitation. Today was the day I finally did it. The day I'd follow that other girl's lead and publicly flash someone. Today I'd break out of the shell and the restrictions that society has placed on me. Today, I made my way to the park with a clear intention in mind. I found a lady in her 40s sitting down on a bench. I approached her. She smiled at me. I was nervous, but I wasn't going to let that take the best of me. I'd beat this fear. <<picmid "events/meevents/player-flashing-tits.jpg">> Raising my shirt and poking my tongue out, I teased the lady sitting in front of me by revealing my tits for her to see. <<s Author>>Free the nipples!<</s>> I tell her as I laugh at the face she makes, shoched by what she's seeing. A beautiful sight indeed! I smile to myself as I walk away, eager to go more into that beautiful exhibitionist behavior. <<link "Move on" "Park">><</link>>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "events/meevents/bbcworld30-header.jpg" "Cornered and watched">>I decided to approach the stranger, listen to what he had to say. Moving closer, I could feel a looming sense of danger somehow, yet chose to keep going. <<s stranger>>Are you from the high school?<</s>> There was no other high school in town, I nodded. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Cool cool. Y'all are the craziest bitches in the area.<</s>> His comments were crude... but he had a point. <<s Author>>Crazy is a point of view.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Yeah, it's the good kind of crazy. The crazy that helps us.<</s>> I didn't know where exactly he was coming from with such a comment. I didn't know what he'd seen or heard of us. All I knew was that he saw us to be crazy, and that's the persona I would wear with him. <<s Author>>Helps you, how?<</s>> <<s stranger>>There's this team of yours at school, does fundraisers and shit, collects people to fight for equality. They do awesome stuff.<</s>> He was talking about the HRC. <<if $club.has('hrc')>>Which I was a part of.<</if>> <<s Author>>Oh yeah. We're activists and like the BLM movement.<</s>> He smiled, his crooked yet clean teeth revealed. <<s stranger>>Speaking of which, there's this message y'all keep clammering for. The reparations and shit.<</s>> He looked at me intensely, a staring contest I shyed away from. <<s stranger>>Feel like putting theory into practice?<</s>> He asked, his eyes boring through me, challenging me to deny him the help. I had made my way here, I had put myself in that compromising position. The only choice I had was how to react to this proposal. <<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "Take the lead and show him a good time">><<replace "#continue">>Reparations are to be made, and I was the target of this guy's reparations. I looked behind me, there was a public bathroom there that would give us the privacy we needed. <<s Author>>Only one gets me.<</s>> I stated, and he nodded, designing himself as the receiver of that pleasure. I grabbed his hand and strung him along. Soon as we got there, I got to work pleasing his shaft, giving him the pleasure he seeked as I heard his moans rise up. <<picmid "events/meevents/bbcworld30-control.jpg">> I was paying reparations with my mouth, and the black cock that took its pleasure from my working lips kept throbbing in appreciation against them. My slobbering mouth covered his sizeable shaft, giving it the pleasure it seeked, the pleasure it was owed. And I bobbed up and down, hard at work on the hard member invading my mouth, eager to bring him to his climax. He was about to cum, and I didn't want to dirty myself with it. So I took it in. I swallowed his sperm like a good white slut paying back her dues, getting paid with tasty white liquid, as his moans rose in appreciation while he looked at me. He liked what I had done, and I liked doing it to him. <<s stranger>>You did well.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh please! I'm glad you liked it.<</s>> I said with pride. <<link "Leave" "Park">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "Nod submissively" "Not Submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough.">> <<else>><<dark "Take the lead and show him a good time" "Not Dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.">> <<link "Nod submissively">><<replace "#continue">>I felt myself nodding in acceptance of what was to come. I needed to offer him that pleasure, and he was owed reparations for the past our ancestors had. There was a small fear that I'd have to pay my reparations to all of these black thugs that stood there, but thankfully, he grabbed my hand and took me away to a nearby public bathroom alongside only one of his friends, cramming us three inside and immediately pushing me to my knees. I got to work on their sizeable penises, bobbing my head up and down on the impressive member as I rushed to give them the pleasure they were owed. <<pichalf "events/meevents/bbcworld30-servicing.jpg">> Up and down, deeper and deeper, I submissively forced myself on each of their shafts, trying to push my limits in service. Guiding hands on the back of my head, they helped break my limits and push against my throat, groaning at every time I took each deep, pleasure clearly intensifying as time went on. And up and down I went, until I felt them start to twitch in my mouth, one in my mouth and the other in my hand, a warning of what was to come. I had no choice in the matter. <<s stranger>>You better swallow it all!<</s>> He announced, before pushing me against his cock as spurt after spurt of his white liquid disappeared down my throat and into my belly. I drank my payment for my service with huge appreciation, allowing it to surpass and supress my gag reflex as I took it all in. His last few spurts resting on my tongue, I twirled them for a bit before taking them inside. It tasted good. Superior. The other did the same right after, pushing me against their heavy cock. <<s stranger>>Good job girl. You'd make your high school proud.<</s>> His final comment lingered as he left me behind alone, in a deserted public bathroom. <<link "Leave" "Park">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <</if>></div>

<<pic Sasha>>The library girl.<</pic>>Once more, I decided to approach the girl. She was cute, studious, and was often there at the library. We had things in common. I needed to test that theory. <<s Author>>Hey there!<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Hi!<</s>> She turned towards me, her smile radiant. <<s Author>>I often find you studying here, hard at work. I figured I'd maybe join you for this time?<</s>> I asked eloquently. She was quick to accept my proposal, moving her stuff aside. <<s Sasha>>Please be my guest! It's always nice to spend time with someone new!<</s>> I sat next to her, noticing she was not studying any school material. <<s Author>>So what are you doing here? I don't recognize any of this.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Oh this... This is nothing. Just a little research I'm doing for myself.<</s>> She announced, blushing slightly. I read out one of the book's titles. <<s Author>>Forgotten women of history...<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Author>>Sounds interesting.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Well women are interesting.<</s>> She commented, before quickly averting her gaze realizing what she just said. I wanted to reassure her. <<s Author>>Yes. They are.<</s>> I smiled sweetly at her, before turning towards the book. I could feel her focus shift back towards me. <<s Author>>So tell me about one of these women. This one, what's her story?<</s>> And she spoke, telling me about her favorite idols, her inspirations, about forgotten women whose stories have morphed over time, women whose accomplishments were forgotten. Women whose impact remains, without knowing it was theirs. <<s Sasha>>There's such strength in femininity, that I... I became a woman myself.<</s>> She laughed, before noticing the implications of her words. I was startled by this unusual realization. She was trans. Yet she didn't look it, she was sweet, charming, feminine... Attractive. <<s Author>>Smart of you. Femininity suits you so well.<</s>> I complimented her, and she blushed at the compliment. <<s Sasha>>Can you... No one knows about this.<</s>> <<s Author>>How would they know?<</s>> I smiled sweetly at her. <<s Author>>Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.<</s>> There was an obvious look of relief on her face. <<s Author>>So back to the topic. Let's see what this woman did.<</s>> I turned my attention back to the book, shifting the conversation to where it was, offering her relief from the pressure of her coming out to me like that. At one point, the girl looked at me and spoke. <<s Sasha>>I love your hair.<</s>> She commented, appreciating what I'd done with it. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Flirt back">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at her, and understood the game she wanted to play. I felt like I wanted to play it too. <<s Author>>Your eyes have a striking color.<</s>> I complimented back. I kept looking at her, as she turned a crimson shade, blushing at the comment I made. Her eyes were indeed striking, as I found myself lost in them. A few moments of intense staring later, I averted my gaze. <<s Author>>Look, this one's just like you.<</s>> I pointed out a woman's picture who looked nothing like her, in black and white and all but the complete opposite of my new friend. <<s Sasha>>Seriously?<</s>> I laughed, and she joined me in laughter. The next few minutes were spent like that, us two side by side joking and slyly flirting. It was a sweet moment that had to eventually come to an end. <<s Author>>I'll see you around?<</s>> <<s Sasha>>Sure.<</s>> I left her side, still thinking of the beautiful moment we shared. //Could it become something more?// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'm not interested in her like that.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Oh thanks.<</s>> My reply was somewhat dry, just enough to show her I didn't see her that way and to move on with the topic. And she caught up on it, moving her attention back to these characters we were exploring, as we spent the next few minutes discussing them. //At least she took it well.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "events/meevents/subdom15.jpg" "A Seat on a Bench">>Hanging out in the park, I found myself relaxing on a bench alone, enjoying the privacy and the cool air, a relaxing situation with no stakes... That is until an older gentleman, if you can even call him that, decided to join me on the bench. Men. They consider that they own the world, its people, and public spaces. <<picmid "events/meevents/sub15.jpg">> There was a lot of room for him to simply take a seat without imposing. And yet, he had decided to move close to me. Predatory close. And it was annoying as all hell. I didn't know how to react to that whole thing. I didn't know what was the right thing to do. It was my personal space, and yet the guy was manspreading just at where I was... I felt robbed of my freedom. I needed to speak up. The man turned to look at me. His raised eyebrow asked the question he would've asked, had he cared to do so. //<<s stranger>>Am I bothering you?<</s>>// <div id='choices'><<dark "Yes, you're bothering me, you piece of shit" "Too submissive for that (15)">> <<link "No, I'm not bothered.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite what I felt deep inside, another part of me argued against standing up to the man. So what if he was manspreading? He had the balls for it, and he needed the space. A space that I didn't need myself. So what if he forced himself on me like that? It's not like he was assaulting me! He was just sitting, and I was sitting, and we just so happened to be close. So what if I couldn't find it in me to fight him over this, to argue against his closeness, to defend my freedom and personal space? It's not like I am being molested in public! He's just sitting! So all of that inner monologue of pushing him away, making him feel bad for being so close, for spreading his legs... Needs to shut up. The man was taking a seat, I just so happen to be where he needed to sit. It's my fault. So I should just shut the fuck up and accept his presence, like a good girl would. //Good girl...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just leave">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no point arguing, standing up to him showing any confidence or power. He had taken over the bench, and I wasn't willing to fight for it. He, a man, had claimed something he saw, and I just let him have it. I felt weak, cheated, as I stood and moved away. I could feel him laugh at me, at my actions. I don't know whether it was because he was a man, because I was weak, or whatever other reason was behind my actions... I felt unable to stand up to what I believed was right. If I don't grow a spine, I could possibly be seeing at more instances where people take my choices for me... <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "events/meevents/subdom15.jpg" "A Seat on a Bench">> Seated alone on a bench, I saw a woman enjoying her privacy. And yet it was the only bench that was available. I decided to take a seat next to her. She shyly moved away just a bit, giving me my space. //Interesting.// I smiled to myself at this advancement. That woman had deferred to me. There must've been something either in me or in her that made her so... Deferential. I decided to move just a bit closer to her, looking to see if she'd react in any way. She looked at me, I made it as if I was unaware of her presence. And she submissively moved away once more. There it was. I had that girl under my thumb, and I'd find out just how far I could take her. <<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-1.jpg">> I initiated conversation with her, smiling throughout and making her feel somewhat comfortable. As comfortable as you can be when someone is asking you details of your life. Her furrowed brows told me that I might be pushing it a bit far, but a part of me really wanted to see how deep I could go with her, how much confidence I could exhude and make her accept... <div id='choices'><<dark "Apologize for my behavior" "I'm too dominant to back down now (15)">> <<link "Ask her about her underwear's color">><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-2.jpg">> <<s Author>>By the way, what's your underwear's color?<</s>> My question was met with an immediately closed-off response. The girl wanted nothing to do with me. <<s stranger>>What the fuck?<</s>> She asked, weirded out. <<s Author>>Your underwear. What color are they?<</s>> I pushed, knowing that I was in the wrong, not caring. <<s stranger>>There's a certain modicum of respect that needs to be had. Go fuck yourself.<</s>> She said, standing in a huff and leaving me behind on my own. I thought about what I'd done. Yes, I'd been dominant and confident, but I never cared about her feelings and what she'd do... I'd probably learn more and appreciate more by understanding the person I'm looking to lead. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Talk about yourself, lure her in">><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/meevents/dom15-2.jpg">> I started musing off about my life, my own dreams and hopes, using her as my therapist basically. And she listened, almost intently, as I continued talking about myself. <<s stranger>>Prom queen?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted, smiling wide. <<s Author>>That's the goal, at least.<</s>> She smiled at me. <<s stranger>>You probably could do it.<</s>> She said, smiling. Oh with one conversation she thought I'd have my goal be achieved. I wonder what a date would get me... <<s Author>>You're too kind.<</s>> <<s stranger>>No seriously, I mean it!<</s>> She said. Oh to control people's thoughts was delectable, and so easy! I wonder who else I can influence like that... //Someone closer...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> As I walk down the school corridors, I am unusually approached by <<light Jerome>>, who means to talk to me. <<s Jerome>>Hey <<print $name>>. You got time?<</s>> I was confused by his approach. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It will be. But I need your help.<</s>> I couldn't see myself denying him the aid. <<s Author>>Sure, what do you need?<</s>> I asked, confused. <<s Jerome>>I need to prove something for someone. And I need your help with it. You gotta act like my girlfriend.<</s>> He explained, before stringing me along. <<s Author>>Why don't you bring Jasmin? You two already have a thing going on.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>No. They already know her. They want someone else.<</s>> We started heading in the direction he was taking me, as he explained. <<s Jerome>>There's these guys who don't believe that I can get you, or anyone other than Jasmin, to do things that are a bit... Naughty.<</s>> I looked at him confused, weirded out by this whole thing. <<s Jerome>>They bet me 500$ amongst all of them. You won't have to do anything with them, only me. And you'll get the full amount.<</s>> <<s Author>>What would you get? What kind of a challenge is that?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>It isn't a question of money for me, it's a question of pride.<</s>> He held his head high, portraying a confidence I hadn't seen in him before. <<s Author>>What makes you think I need the money?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You don't. But you need the thrill of letting go. I can see it in you. Put your trust in me and I'll keep you safe in there. I don't care to dominate you just like that. I want you to want it. I just need to prove a point here.<</s>> There was something oddly reassuring about this whole thing. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, exactly, but I knew that I was putting my full trust into the relative stranger that was <<light Jerome>>. Maybe that was my chance to get closer to him? <<s Author>>Do you promise that nothing bad will happen to me?<</s>> <<s Jerome>>On my honor.<</s>> It was up to me whether I wanted to go through with this. I had no idea what awaited me but I knew I would be diving into a clearly kinky scenario. <<light Jerome>> had taken me to a deserted class on the third floor for this odd request he had made from me. We stood in front of it as he looked at me. <<s Jerome>>So?<</s>> //500$ was a whole lot of money!// <<picmid "events/schoolevents/jerome-money.jpg">><div id='continue'><<link "Let's do this." "Sub30 Scene">><</link>> <<link "I can't do this.">><<replace "#continue">>I looked at him, fear apparent in my eyes. <<s Author>>I don't think I can do this.<</s>> I said, worried. <<s Jerome>>It's your one chance to try something new, different. To let go and follow another's lead.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>I know deep down it's something you're interested in. And I know you're playing hard to get. But for once, <<print $name>>, let go, and embrace being something more.<</s>> There was a nice thrill behind that proposal. Was I really willing to miss it like that? <<link "I'm in." "Sub30 Scene">><</link>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pichead "locations/class.jpg">> He opened the door for me to walk in, and I took a deep breath before diving into the unknown that awaited. Looking around, I saw a bunch of guys collected there, alerted by my arrival. <<s stranger>><<print $name>>? That's who you've brought?<</s>> One of them asked, who I recognized from one of my classes. <<s professor>>No way she'd do it.<</s>> Another commented, stunned by my presence. I gulped, worried about what awaited me but understanding that a choice had been made. <<light Jerome>> closed the door behind us, before turning towards me. <<s Jerome>><<print $name>> has what it takes to follow my lead. And I'll prove that to you.<</s>> He announced. <<s Jerome>>She's aware of the challenge. She's aware that none of you will act unless I allow it. And she's a willing person that has joined us here.<</s>> He elaborated. <<s Jerome>>Is that right, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I nodded. <<s Jerome>>I need to hear it.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're right.<</s>> I heard myself say it, my voice barely coming out as I demurely submitted to his command. <<s Jerome>>Does any of you challenge the choice of person?<</s>> He looked at them with an intimidating gaze. It felt odd being defended by this guy, a person who I barely knew except in relation to my friend. Yet I found myself wanting to see where he could take this. I found myself wanting to let this tale continue. Seeing no argument, <<light Jerome>> turned back towards me. <<s Jerome>>What I will be asking is very simple.<</s>> He looked me straight in the eyes, his intense gaze making me feel weak in the knees. <<s Jerome>>You are to service me with your mouth to completion.<</s>> He announced. I gulped. This was the moment of truth. Was I willing to take this dangerous step and accept his depraved proposal? Was I ready to service him in front of relative strangers? His intense gaze compelled me. <<picmid "events/schoolevents/jerome-stare.jpg">><div id='continue'><<link "Go to my knees">><<replace "#continue">>I dropped to my knees, eager to service the muscular, attractive man in front of me. His smiled widened as he saw me submit to his will. <<s Jerome>>Get them off.<</s>> Came his command, which I rushed to follow, my hands getting to work on his trousers. Undoing the buttons, I lowered his pants, revealing his baggy underwear and the cock that hid behind them, pressing against the fabric. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-boner.jpg">><<s Jerome>>Like what you see?<</s>> I looked up at him and nodded. <<s Jerome>>Use your words.<</s>> He said in a commanding tone, and I rushed to comply. <<s Author>>Sorry. Yes I do.<</s>> I submissively admitted. He smiled at me. <<s Jerome>>Good. You may continue.<</s>> It felt like he was allowing me to service him. And weirdly enough, I was compelled to follow his guidance, allowing myself to reach for his underwear. I removed the strangers watching me from my mind. It was only me and him, a dominant black man with his impressive member and his submissive girl, on her knees in front of him. <<s Jerome>>Why are you so dreamy? Get to work.<</s>> He shook me out of the mental image I was creating of the encounter. Why was I imagining it when it was indeed happening in front of me? I lowered the underwear as it caught onto his cock, slowly revealing more and more of it as it drifted lower. <<s Jerome>>I want it to hit your face. Get closer.<</s>> Was this really happening? Was he really asking me to succumb to the humiliating face slap? Was I really moving into position, mouth slightly open, eager to give him the imagery he requested? The answer to all those questions was yes. <<s Author>>Yes Jerome. Of course.<</s>> I was eager to please, and he was pleased. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> He praised me, and I felt myself blush at the compliment. <<vid "events/schoolevents/sub30-dickslap.mp4">>*Slap* His magnificent cock struck me across the face, a beautiful image that I wouldn't be able to see. An image that made a few of our spectators shuckle. I turned to look at them, cock resting against me. <<s Jerome>>Never mind them, you're with me now.<</s>> His voice was accompanied with his hand that gently grabbed me by the chin to turn me towards him. <<s Jerome>>You're with me. I need you here.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I nodded, looking up at him, entranced by his beautiful eyes. <<s Jerome>>Open your mouth.<</s>> He commanded, and I found myself eagerly fulfilling his request. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> <<vid "events/schoolevents/sub30-dickplaced.mp4">>His cock slid inside, spreading my lips as the head made its way across my tongue. I tasted his precum as it drifted across my tongue, relishing the strong taste. His hand in my hair, he grabbed me and pulled me deeper onto his cock, controlling my motions, as I submissively looked up at him. There was a connection between the two of us, an unnamed link between us, as our eyes kept their contact while he controlled my movement on his impressive cock. Up and down I drifted my lips, my tongue exploring every facet of the invading member, eager to please him. <<s Jerome>>Can you take more?<</s>> He was caring, careful to my limits. I gave it a thought. <<if $sexskill gte 20>>I nodded my head as his cock rested inside my mouth, and eagerly took more of him inside as he knocked agaist the back of my throat, tingling my gag reflex but not quite triggering it. <<picmid "events/schoolevents/sub30-0.jpg">><<s Jerome>>You're a good one.<</s>> He complimented. I was a good one? One of many? No. I wanted to be the best. I eagerly pushed myself to take more and more of him, vividly aware of the impact I was having on his muscular body. He moaned out loud, happy with my activity. <<s Jerome>>Oh you're good.<</s>> The compliment sent shivers down my spine as I eagerly bobbed on his cock, trying to fight the rising gag reflex in order to service him better. <<else>>I had to admit my shortcomings as I shook my head no, his cock still resting inside of my mouth and taking a bit too much space. <<s Jerome>>It's okay. We'll take it slow.<</s>> He slowly started going deeper and deeper, his cock going in and out of my eager mouth, knocking the back of my throat and activating my gag reflex. He was mindful of my limits, making sure not to push me too hard. And the lesson was very beneficial, as I kept the effort going, eager to please and enjoying his sizeable shaft. <<s Jerome>>You're doing so good.<</s>> His compliment made me feel all kinds of beautiful tingling sensations as I kept pushing my limits, trying to take more and more of him.<</if>> Ever the mindful person, <<light Jerome>> made yet another recommendation: <<s Jerome>>Why don't you take off that top, we wouldn't want to dirty it with your saliva, would we?<</s>> He looked at me expectantly, challenging me to deny his request. <<s stranger>>Yeah, take it off!<</s>> An eager voice made its way to my ears, reminding me of the presence of strangers in the room. <<vid "events/schoolevents/sub30-distraction.mp4">>I looked in their direction, and most were rubbing themselves through their pants. One of them hit the other. <<s professor>>Dude shut the fuck up.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Come on, you know you want to.<</s>> My partner turned my attention back to him, his cock bobbing in the air as I looked up to him. Was this a command, was this still part of the game? Did I care? All I wanted was to please him! <div id='choices'><<link "Follow his command">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted it. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted to show him that he was the person in control. I wanted to show all of them that not only they lost the best, but that they'd have lost any bet they wanted because <<light Jerome>> was that guy. <<vid "events/schoolevents/sub30-strip.mp4">>And I complied, hooking my hand into the top and removing it, eagerly showing my breasts off to everyone there, before returning to my servicing of the shaft in front of me. <<s Jerome>>Play with yourself for me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I moaned my acceptance of his command around his massive cock, my hands drifting up to find the needy nipples calling for them. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> I moaned at his praise, playing with myself as I kept bobbing on his hard cock. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-1.jpg">>The boys kept watching, invigorated by the scene that played out in front of them. I was <<light Jerome>>'s whore, and I was following his orders submissively. There was something relaxing, comforting, about having him in charge. I looked up to him, my eyes meeting his, and saw tenderness in them. He was happy with my service, and it showed. And that alone made me happy too. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-2.jpg">>I moaned against his cock, sending waves of pleasure across him. <<s Jerome>>You better be ready for it!<</s>> He announced, his cock moving faster, knocking eagerly agaisn tthe back of my throat as I worked to take him in. I bobbed submissively against his amazing shaft, and he kept the motion going. <<s Jerome>>Let's paint you, slut.<</s>> His word sent a jolt up my spine. I may have been acting like a slut. But I was his slut. <<light Jerome>> took out his cock, rubbing it as he looked at me eagerly kneeling in front of him, mouth agape as I looked at him above me. He rubbed himself to the image of the "slut" that kneeled in front of him playing with her nipples. I smiled up at him, eager to have him paint my body with his sperm. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-3.jpg">>And paint he did, cumming rope after rope over my eager body, his sperm hitting my face, mouth, boobs, creating an expressionist experimental portrait of cum and slut, as I eagerly tried to catch his cum in my mouth. I was overjoyed with the outcome of this encounter, eager to please. The spectators were watching it all unfold, mouth agape, enjoying the imagery they had in front of them. I smiled to myself as I lapped up the dominant man's sperm. <<pichalf "events/schoolevents/sub30-4.jpg">><<s Jerome>>What a good girl.<</s>> He complimented me, his hand brushing my hair. He soon turned towards the boys. <<s Jerome>>Pay up.<</s>> He put his hand out. <<s Jerome>>And don't you dare mention this to anyone. <<print $name>> is mine, not yours.<</s>> One by one, they each made their payment to the black guy, admitting defeat. I was cleaning myself up, and only noticed they had left as <<light Jerome>> approached me with my top. <<s Jerome>> Here you go, and the money's yours, as promised.<</s>> He announced, handing them all over. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I submissively said, unable to look him in the eyes. <<light Jerome>> grabbed my chin, and made me look up at him. <<s Jerome>>Take pride. You did well today.<</s>> He complimented me, and I felt myself blush even more. <<s Author>>Thank you..<</s>> I was glad to have pleased him. <<s Jerome>>Don't let any of these guys give you shit. I'll see you around.<</s>> He commanded, heading out. //What an encounter. Have I really grown that submissive?// <<link "Leave" "School">><<add "money" 500>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<linkreplace "I'd rather not">><<dark "I'd rather not" "I'm too eager to deny him.">><</linkreplace>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I want to leave" "Too submissive to deny his request.">></div><</if>>

<div id='continue'><<pic "Samuel">><</pic>> In the corridors of the school, my friend <<light Samuel>> approached me, eager to talk. I noticed <<light Eric>> watching us from a distance. <<s Samuel>>Hey <<print $name>>. Got time?<</s>> He doesn't usually approach me out of class. I was intrigued. <<s Author>>Sure, what do you need help with?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Samuel>>I want your opinion on something, and figured you'd be the person best suited to help me.<</s>> I wanted to help. <<s Author>>Sure, want to go outside?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Let's.<</s>> He agreed, leading the way. I followed. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking outside, we enjoyed a calmer ambience than the crowded corridors of the school. <<light Samuel>> was quick to broach the subject. <<s Samuel>>I know you've been struggling with all of that college applications stuff. Most of you have.<</s>> He started. <<s Author>>And you haven't?<</s>> I asked, hoenstly trying to figure out how he compared. <<s Samuel>>I am lucky with well-off parents. Adoptive.<</s>> He said, explaining an unasked question. <<s Author>>So you don't have to worry about college applications.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Yes, they can take care of it.<</s>> He said, before continuing: <<s Samuel>>It feels wrong though, to have it so easy simply because my parents can make it so.<</s>> I couldn't quite place how he saw this as wrong, or controversial in any way. <<s Samuel>>I'm privileged, having been adopted by a family that had what it takes to give me everything I needed throughout my life. Sure, the time between foster homes was hard, but I'm lucky now. And my luck gives me an unfair advantage over others. Others who come from the same background as I do. Others who are not as lucky. And it feels wrong. I don't feel like I deserve this.<</s>> There was an unexpected depth that suddenly apeared in my friend, soemthing I didn't expect yet was definitely intrigued by. I needed to know more. <<s Author>>But you have the opportunity to have more, and you're willing to miss out on it?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>It's not like that...I just don't feel like just taking it for granted. I want to try to earn it, because of what I have, not because of who I just happen to have grown alongside.<</s>> That was an interesting, albeit probably privileged, way to view things. <<s Author>>I wish I could feel the same about what I am doing myself. But alas I have to take every opportunity I can to improve my chances with the whole college admissions thing.<</s>> I explained. <<s Samuel>>That's what I wanted to talk to you about. As someone who's going through this, from your side of things, do you think what I am doing is stupid or wrong? Should I stick to what I have?<</s>> His question was deep, had many repercussions. But it was obvious he needed my help. I needed to be honest with him, but then again would he blame me if I gave a wrong answer? I didn't know it all... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>You should use your advantage">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The way I saw things, there was only one true solution to his issue, one way he could guarantee a good future. <<s Author>>In my eyes, I think you should make use of your advantage. You cannot help others if you're stuck with them at the bottom.<</s>> I explained, while he listened with eager attention. <<s Author>>I'm sure you can get things done from your own valor, but if you don't need to, you don't need to. Rise, and then help others rise.<</s>> He nodded his head, understanding where I was coming from. <<s Samuel>>I see your point. In doing this, I can guarantee that I'd be able to pay it forward.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly, why bring additional pressure unto you when you don't need it?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> smiled, moving in to hug me. <<s Samuel>>Thanks <<print $name>>. I really appreciate your insight.<</s>> I smiled to myself, still hugging him. <<s Author>>It's always a pleasure helping you, Samuel.<</s>> As we separated, I noticed that <<light Eric>> had made his way outside and was watching us from the corner of his eye. //Why does he act so awkwardly?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Earning things is a noble thing">><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I really looked up to his courage, his conviction. <<s Author>>I find that sentiment to be very noble.<</s>> I began talking, before elaborating, <<s Author>>To deserve things, to work for them and truly earn them. That's soemthing few can say they have done, and something that will help you forge a stronger conviction to help other moving forward. You're on the right track thinking like that honestly.<</s>> He smiled while listening to what I said. <<s Samuel>>Diamonds are made under pressure.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly, and you'll make a magnificent diamond once you're through this. Not that it'd be any difficult for you, with your challenging life story as it looks!<</s>> I encouraged him further. <<light Samuel>>'s smile widened, as he moved in to hug me. <<s Samuel>>Thanks <<print $name>>. I really appreciate your insight.<</s>> I smiled to myself, still hugging him. <<s Author>>It's always a pleasure helping you, Samuel.<</s>> As we separated, I noticed that <<light Eric>> had made his way outside and was watching us from the corner of his eye. //Why does he act so awkwardly?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I don't have an answer">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to give my friend some sort of false hope or wrong context. I chose to pass off on the question, preferring to not give him any wrong advice. <<s Author>>Hoenstly, I'm not the person to ask about this. I lack context and I lack knowledge. I was struck with the ruling because of it.<</s>> I explained, speaking honestly. <<s Samuel>>I think I get it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously, I thought I had it all figured out, and now it's all so convoluted, so unnecessarily complicated.<</s>> I was angry at my situation, and the shakiness in my voice hinted at that. <<s Samuel>>Hey I understand. Don't worry about it.<</s>> <<light Samuel>> moved in to hug me, and I hugged him back. Despite not being able to help him, I still felt like there was a bit more understanding between us. As we separated, I noticed that <<light Eric>> had made his way outside and was watching us from the corner of his eye. //Why does he act so awkwardly?// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

My hands drifting lower to play with my kitty, I felt myself heating up as I chose to enhance my imagination with some sort of video on my phone. Searching through the different options on display at the home page, a particularly intriguing video catches my attention. "''Big Black Cock stretches Virgin Pussy''" The title being enough to catch my attention, I decide to press on the video. <<picmid "events/ericevents/interracial-licking.jpg">> Her moans immediately fill the room as the black guy is quick to attack her snatch with his probing tongue, tasting her nectar and preparing her for what was about to come. As he relaxes his oral ministrations, the imposing masculine figure moves to between her legs, preparing hismelf to enter her, his dominant cock black, angry, ready to impale her. <<picmid "events/ericevents/interracial-door.jpg">> <div id='ping'><<link "*Ping*">><<set $ericmessage to 5>><<replace "#ping">>A notification sounds off, as the upper corner of my phone informs me of a message from <<light Eric>>. What the fuck does he want now? (check the phone to continue the scene) <<timed 5s>><<link "Go back to the porn">><<if _messageseen is false>><<replace "#pong">>I have yet to check my friend's message.<</replace>><<elseif _messageseen is true>><<replace "#ping">>That intruder now dealt with, I went back to the beautiful video I was watching, my fingers eagerly searching for my own treasure as the hulking black figure entered that of the virgin white girl he controlled. <<picmid "events/ericevents/interracial-penetration.jpg" "Insertion and pleasure">> The striking difference between their skin tones was impressive, as I watched in rapt attention as he stretched her out to accomodate him. What a stupid fuck that <<light Eric>> guy is, he could never do that to anyone. The stray thoughts played in my head, comparing the wimpy figure of my friend to the hulking one I saw in front of me. There was no denying that my fantasies would never be met with him, yet I enjoyed them as I continued playing with myself to completion. What a beautiful imagination. Could it become true someday? <</replace>><</if>><</link>><</timed>><div id='pong'></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Jamila>><</pic>> As I got closer to the enigmatic lady, someone I've seen around here before, she smiled, pointing me to the seat next to her, as the pigeons she'd been feeding moved away. <<s Jamila>>Good morning, darling.<</s>> She said, her sultry voice immediately putting me at ease. <<s Author>>Eum.. hi.<</s>> I felt at a disadvantage, unsure of the reason behind this conversation, but part of me interested in finding that out. <<s Jamila>>Please, take a seat. I don't bite.<</s>> She said. Now that I was closer to her, she looked like a woman that might be in her late 20s or early 30s. She was attractive, in a way that none of my friends were. Her face held wisdom, her smile something more that I couldn't quite place. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/jamila-hangout2.jpg">> <<s Jamila>>I keep seeing you around here. You're interesting.<</s>> <<s Author>>I... You're the one that's interesting.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>Will we look at that. Bird lady is interesting to a growing young adult.<</s>> I was shocked, brought to a shy character. <<s Author>>That's... not what I meant.<</s>> She laughed, a smile that shone and a tune that was playful as it was beautiful. <<s Jamila>>I know, darling. I'm simply pulling your leg.<</s>> Her laugh could be heard in her voice, angelic. <<s Jamila>>Now tell me, pretty one. I keep seeing you walking around here, talking to your friends, joining this and that event...<</s>> There was a small silence, and anticipation to what was to come later, <<s Jamila>>You're queer aren't you?<</s>> //Woah.// It's like she read right through me. The questions, the doubts I'd been having... Were slowly resurfacing. And with them, more questions and more intrigue was coming to the forefront of my mind. //Was I queer? I mean, if I was to share it with someone, what can a stranger do with that information? How did she know? What could she know?// <<s Author>>I don't really know.<</s>> I spoke with honesty, a vulnerable statement that I allowed myself to make with that person. Her smile put me at ease. <<s Jamila>>An egg to break.<</s>> <<s Author>>An egg?<</s>> I didn't quite understand where she was coming from. <<s Jamila>>It's a figure of speech, usually used for trans ladies like myself.<</s>> She explained. //She's trans? First <<light Sasha>>, then her... There was a lot more than the eyes sees in that town.// But then again, our town has always been progressive, accepting and welcoming of individuals that didn't follow the usual path. <<if $alphabeta lte -10>>And <<light Leo>> was a beautiful example of that.<</if>> <<s Author>>I don't know about being an egg...<</s>> I tried to argue against something that had been plaguing me for a while now, about the way I'd been looking at my friends, the way I'd been dealing with the reality of what I was to find out, the way things have been evolving. <<s Jamila>>That's not the only thing I've noticed. I mean I notice a lot of things about a lot of people, but you... You're more welcoming, more accomodating... Diversity suits you and the world you're created for yourself.<</s>> I don't know what exactly she was referring to, but there was definitely some truth behind her words. Through my actions, through the activity that I've been exhibiting, through my connections and collections, I've been able to cultivate a more welcoming, embracing society. And she'd noticed. <<s Jamila>>That's all to say, you are seen.<</s>> She finished claiming. <<s Jamila>>You're doing the right things, and you're discovering yourself, and it's something beautiful to see and spectate. This growth is beautiful.<</s>> No one has every complimented me like that. It had always been about my looks or the way my mind worked, related to my genes or the way I thought. Now, someone saw beyond that, saw where I was and where I was headed to. Saw the intricacies of my struggles. And congratulated me on them. And that was something I did not expect to see or have be seen. <<s Author>>I... I don't know what to say...<</s>> I said, emotional. <<s Jamila>>You don't need to say anything, darling.<</s>> She said, placing her hand on my leg as a reassurance. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/jamila-handonthigh.jpg">> <<s Jamila>>My name is Jamila.<</s>> She said, softly. I looked at her, my eyes catching her hazel ones. She was beautiful. <<s Author>>And mine is <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>Nice to meet you <<print $name>>.<</s>> She smiled at me. The silence that stayed between us was pregnant, heavy. Yet also relaxing. There was a true tension there, and a lot of information shared. <<s Jamila>>I look forward to seeing you again. Don't hesitate to approach me when you feel like it.<</s>> That was not only a respect of my boundaries, but an invitation to engage more at my own pace. I looked forward to what it entailed, taking in all the information I had gathered from this encounter. <<light Jamila>> saw me, for all the changes that I was going through, and was welcoming of them. She was trans, and a beautiful black woman at that, and just the right kind of person for the more welcoming one I was becoming. There was a beauty to her that I couldn't deny, and more to her than I knew, of that I was sure. I knew that the next time I was to see her in that place, I would be talking to her. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>>

<<pic Jamila>><</pic>> The charismatic lady smiled as I joined her, taking my seat next to her demurely. <<s Jamila>>Hello again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Jamila.<</s>> I smiled at her. She remained silent for a moment, before speaking up. <<s Jamila>>Why are you here?<</s>> She asked me, her tone still playful and light, letting me know it wasn't an interrogation, but more of an intrigue that pushed her words. <<s Author>>What do you mean? It's the park...<</s>> I said hesitantly. <<s Jamila>>That's not my question. Why are you here, next to me? What do you hope to get out of this?<</s>> She asked, motioning to the two of us. What am I hoping to get out of this relationship? <<s Author>>Honestly, I don't know... But I'm interested to find out where it would get me...<</s>> I admitted openly. <<s Jamila>>Cute. Very cute.<</s>> She said, a change of pace in comparison to the last time we shared the bench, where she was complimenting me. Was it because of that, because of the compliment she had given me, that I was seated next to her now, hoping for something of the same? Or was there something more that was hidden behind my intentions? <<s Jamila>>I might've been nice and kind last time, but what tells you that I can be trusted?<</s>> She asked, her eyebrow raised. <<s Author>>I... Don't know...<</s>> I admitted, <<s Author>>All I know is that you're either a great actress, or a trustworthy person.<</s>> I thought for a short moment, before continuing: <<s Author>>You had no reason to share you were trans or to be so kind.<</s>> I explained my inner reasoning. And yet part of me was confused at the way I had approached this whole thing. She asked me how I could trust her, and it turned into somewhat of a complimenting act, praising her actions. There was something unsettling here, unlike last time. <<s Jamila>>I can see the wheels turning a bit more here. And that's the right thing to do, <<print $name>>. Trust should not be given freely. It should never be given so openly.<</s>> She said in a powerful, confident tone. I thought about her words, and thought about the meaning behind them. If she wanted me to fall for her just like that, she would not lead me to such a conclusion. She would not warn me to think of every action that is being taken. She was giving me power to make my choices, and with that, was still confident that I could be led wherever she might want to lead me. Because there must be a reason behind this whole thing, right? There must be a reason she was guiding things the way she was... <<s Jamila>>Round and round and round the wheels spin... Tell me, <<print $name>>, do you prefer thinking all the time, making your decisions, or do you prefer going with the flow?<</s>> She asked me. And there was something more to it. Her question held more. Was I the one in charge in my relationships and friendships, or was I more of a follower? There was here a true question, one that would define the future of this... relationship. <<picmid "events/patreonevents/jamila-hangout1.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "I'm more of a leader">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I see myself as more of a leader.<</s>> I said, clearly and confidently, to show her I was more in charge than she imagined me to be. She smirked, and nodded. <<s Jamila>>I figured so.<</s>> She said, confident herself. <<s Jamila>>But so do a lot of people claim, before push came to shove.<</s>> As she said that, she moved ever so slightly closer, a clear challenge to the strength I'd been portraying. And I understood that. I figured that it was a moment to prove oneself, and I didn't move away. Sure, she made me feel good, but there was something that she didn't know about me, and it was how steadfast I was. And I was steadfast indeed. I moved in myself, accepting this challenge and not backing down from her approach. <<s Jamila>>I see you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said as she looked in my eyes, her hazel one challenging mine, trying to perceive into my soul. My look held her gaze, confident myself. I coud see the tingle of excitement in hers, in not finding simply a weakling that she could control, but someone that would willingly and truly challenge her authority. She might have the age to back up her claim, I had the fire that needed to prove itself. <<s Jamila>>I see you, and I see the challenge you willingly bring. Let's help you find your place in the world you look to create.<</s>> As she spoke, the charismatic woman mvoed ever so closer, a buildup that we both knew would lead to something more. And she stopped really close, ready for what is to come next, ready to give me her ultimatum: <<include "Jamila Scene 2 Kiss">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm more of a leader" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "I don't know">><<replace "#choices">>I knew she expected one or the other, but I truly had nothing to define the kind of character I was becoming. On the scale from sub to dom I was well and truly a switch, going with the flow in any given direction. Her flow was more of a following flow. Mine was a flow that went with the current taking on a different aspect with every encounter it discovered. <<s Author>>I'm someone who follows the flow, unafraid to embrace leadership or followship, depending on the situation I am in.<</s>> <<s Jamila>>How cute.<</s>> She said, somewhat expecting such an answer from me. <<s Jamila>>Cuties like you, especially at your age, need to keep their options open.<</s>> There was definitely something about her claim there, about keeping these "options" open, allowing myself to make a choice as it comes along, not define myself ahead of my choices. A chameleon of sorts, that adapts to whichever situation it finds itself in. <<s Author>>Why put myself in a box when the whole world is keen to place me in one?<</s>> I explained my point, receiving understanding nods from her. <<s Jamila>>Indeed. Everyone think that, by virtue of me being trans, I'd be a more submissive person, feminine and soft and eager to follow other people's orders disguised as guidance.<</s>> She leaned in a bit closer, her perfume so soft yet entracing, as I got a closer whiff of it. <<s Jamila>>I am not that. I am someone who makes her own decisions, and someone that knows how to lead, how to keep others safe.<</s>> Once more, there was a tension in the air. A beautiful tension, and one that this lady held with confidence. And one that I was embracing, eager to see where it would get me. <<s Jamila>>Every single person is a beautiful tapestry of strong and soft, the real question is... What are you?<</s>> She asked, more for me to hold the question than to actively answer her, as I felt her real close. I looked at her, as she claimed the following words: <<include "Jamila Scene 2 Kiss">><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "I'm more of a follower">><<replace "#choices">>I had to admit it. To myself and to her, I had to say things as they are. <<s Author>>I'm more of a follower than a leader.<</s>> I said it plainly, putting myself out there, on display. <<light Jamila>> smiled, something in her expecting my answer, or otherwise. <<s Jamila>>Good girl. That's good, already knowing your place in this conversation, in life.<</s>> She said, confident, dominant. <<s Author>>My place?<</s>> <<s Jamila>>Yes, darling. Some of us are made to lead, others to follow, and you. You understand your place as a follower, and so eagerly so. I ask about flow, you claim subservience.<</s>> Her voice was engaging, beautifully so. <<s Jamila>>And I admire that courage, that strength to make these claims, to say these words. To accept your position, especially to a relative stranger like me. Oh so beautiful.<</s>> She smiled, sweetly, as she moved closer to me. I had let it all out there, and with that, have placed myself in a vulnerable position. Yet I didn't feel weak, preyed upon, someone stalked or attacked. I felt confident, simply because she intilled me with that confidence, and I looked forward to what she was to say next. <<s Jamila>>I can help you find your place more and more, embrace the role you so eagerly deserve, help you in your diverging passions...<</s>> Every word she used was like poetry, and I hung on her beautiful tune, her beautiful lips. She must've noticed it, because her next words were just as expected as they were unexpected, challenging and beautifully so: <<include "Jamila Scene 2 Kiss">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm more of a follower" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>></div>

<<s Jamila>>I'm going to kiss you now.<</s>> //Kiss me?// <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte -20>><<link "Not if I kiss her first.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Eager" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "events/patreonevents/jamila-kiss.jpg">> My lips attacked hers before she could mount an assault of her own, fighting them for control and wanting to show her I'd not sit idly by while she led this relationship any one way. Lips clashing on lips, I figured we'd make a good image to whoever passed by us in the park, to see the two attractive individuals tied together at the lips. And while she tried to regain some control, my decisive action kept her on her hind legs, unable to truly switch things up on me, to argue against my growing control. My lips weren't the only thing at the assault, as my tongue went out to poke her time and time again, enjoying the playful control I was having over this oral encounter. And she was slowly losing herself to it, this attractive woman, as my tongue grazed against her lips in sultry, explorative motions. <<s Jamila>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned against my lips, making me smile through the kiss before I separated. <<s Author>>Figured you'd be the one in charge here?<</s>> I teased her, before continuing, <<s Author>>I'm much harder to tame than most my dear.<</s>> <<light Jamila>> smiled while she looked at the smile I myself showed her. <<s Jamila>>Oh I look forward to that challenge!<</s>> She teased back, her own tongue grazing against her lips to get one final taste of me. <<s Author>>I'm excited to see you try.<</s>> I'd had the final word, before heading my own way. //Who knows what the next encounter between us would bring me...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Not if I kiss her first" "Too submissive for that (20)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 20>><<link "Yes, please kiss me.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Eager" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/patreonevents/jamila-kiss2.jpg">> I eagerly awaited her kiss, my breath catching up in my throat, as I pursed my lips and prepared myself to be visited by her beautiful curves. And I eagerly welcomed her stronger lips as they braced against mine, welcoming them happily. Her beautiful lips pressed against my own, powerful and controlling, and a control that I willingly welcomed. Soft, yet powerful, her kisses held in them a strength I did not expect. Or maybe I did, but didn't consider would be used against me, to make me soft in the knees the way it did now. And soft I felt, in her dominating hands, against her powerful lips. And powerful she must have felt, to have had me so willignly give her a kiss like that, in public. In public! In a public park, where anyone passing by could clearly see that I was a young girl being seduced by a clearly more charismatic and more knowledgeable individual. People probably didn't care, but in my mind's eye, they could see clearly through me, and understand that I was a submissive girl that openly accepted another's control. And part of me was thrilled that I'd be seen like that, so bare in front of their eyes, so welcoming against their dominant gaze. And another part of me didn't want to care about any of it, but more about the person that had seduced me, that had brought out this "weakness" of sorts from me, and that had allowed me to so submissively welcome her ips, and tongue, to assault mine. Her tongue, now having joined this battle, was invading my own lips, playfully separating them, and as I welcomed it, retreating, A test of sorts, and one I was either winning or losing, I wasn't sure. She separated from me, leaving me panting, catching her breath too, but more in control that what I looked as I moved closer, hoping that our mouths didn't distance themselves just yet. <<s Jamila>>How cute.<</s>> She teased, her hand placed against the side of my face as I gazed needily into her hazel eyes. <<s Jamila>>You're just what I was looking for.<</s>> She claimed, smiling. I wanted to smile like her, but I was still lightheaded from the encounter. I was what she was looking for! I didn't know what that entailed, the promises or threats that it held. All I knew was that there was truly something behind this relationship, and something that I looked forward to discovering more... <<s Jamila>>Wouldn't want you to overdose on me, sweet <<print $name>>.<</s>> She claimed, moving her hand away. <<s Jamila>>I'll see you around.<</s>> And just like that, I was dismissed, sent on my own way, as I tried - and failed - to get the taste of her lips out from my head. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Yes, please kiss me." "Too dominant for that (20)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not ready yet.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Hesitant" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Despite my willingness to see where things would go with the charismatic individual that sat next to me, another part of me was hesitatnt to go so far so soon. I moved back almost imperceptibly, but the charismatic lady seated next to me caught on, and halted her approach. <<s Jamila>>I see. Don't worry, I won't take anything you're not willing to give.<</s>> She said with a compassionate smile. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said in a whisper, grateful that she'd respect my boundaries like that. <<s Jamila>>Don't worry about it.<</s>> I still wanted physical closeness, to promise her there could be more. <<s Author>>I don't want to turn you entirely down though... A kiss on the cheek is fine...<</s>> Yes, maybe more of me wanted that than I was giving off. I needed the closeness, and that woman made me feel safe. And she was undeniably charismatic, had her eyes set on me, and I needed to show her that I was a possibility. I needed to make sure that she understood she could have me, if she was willing to play the long game. I don't know what it was, Fear of Missing Out, an unwillingness to let an opportunity pass, or whatever else, but I knew that I was willing, and looking forward to, where this dance of our would take me. But I didn't want to sound too willing just yet. //It showed weakness, no?// <<pichalf "events/patreonevents/friendly-kiss.jpg">> Yet when she kissed me, oh so sweetly and calmly, accepting the compromise, I couldn't deny the butterflies I felt in my stomach, these tiny tingles that told me that indeed, I looked forward to what was to happen in this relationship much more than I let on. Did I have the power to accept it when the time came? I didn't know. <<s Jamila>>You're oh so sweet, blushing like that.<</s>> She teased me, calling out the crimson color my cheeks had taken, <<s Jamila>>Makes me almost happier I didn't kiss those lips to see you turn this color.<</s>> I blushed even more, expectedly! <<s Author>>I...<</s>> <<s Jamila>>No need to say more, darling. I'll see you around.<</s>> She smiled at me sweetly, before sending me on my way. //I wonder what the next encounter with her would bring me...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>> <<link "That's never going to happen.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Denied" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>That tease and gameplay was nice and all, but I had to admit it to myself... If I was to be with someone, a partner, or whatever else she had planned for me, she would not be the one for that. I moved bback, and away from the proclaimed kiss. <<s Author>>I think you caught a few signs wrong.<</s>> I said, putting my hand on her shoulder to respect the distance. She moved back herself, respecting the boundary I was placing. <<s Jamila>>Seems like I have.<</s>> She said, sourness escaping her tone, but not controlling it. She took a breath to calm down. She was about to kiss me in public after all... And she spoke again. <<s Jamila>>I think I was looking at more from you than was there.<</s>> She claimed, taking her distance.<<s Jamila>>I'll be here if you wanna see me, if your thoughts on the matter changed.<</s>> I didn't know if I'd ever come back to her, but at least could respect the leeway she'd always given me... //Who knows when our paths would cross again...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Jamila>><</pic>> <<s Jamila>>Well hello darling!<</s>> My sultry, attractive friend was quick to greet me as I joined her on the bench in the park. <<s Jamila>>I was just thinking about you!<</s>> She said, already putting on her moves. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>Oh really?<</s>> <<s Jamila>>Yes darling, I've been thinking of our last time here, of how... Interesting you've been.<</s>> She said. <<s Jamila>>But beyond that, I am hoping we can turn you into an "interested" person as well.<</s>> Her claim gave me room for thought. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> She smiled at me softly, her eyes telling me that the situation has slowly turned serious, as she got closer to me and lowered her voice. <<s Jamila>>It's quite easy, darling.<</s>> She began, <<s Jamila>>There's two aspects to me, and both are interesting to you. A third that might or might not clash but is not entirely relevant or important.<</s>> As she elaborated, I listened closely, enthralled by her melodic voice. <<s Jamila>>You see, I'm black, and you're an activist. I'm queer, and you're obviously into me, which makes you queer as well. And I'm dominant, and you're... Well, you.<</s>> She stated facts, and lay it all bare. <<s Jamila>>I'm looking to appeal to one side of you that I believe would be entirely beneficial and fruitful. Not only to yourself, but to the whole "activism" thing you're so clearly a part of.<</s>> She further explained. I felt compelled to ty the bait she dangled in front of me. <<s Author>>What did you have in mind?<</s>> <<s Jamila>>Glad you asked.<</s>> She licked her lips as she said that, smiling at me as I remembered the last time we sat on this bench... <<s Jamila>>There's something about this park that I particularly like, something about this seat here that interests me, and something about these bathrooms there that I just have to show you.<</s>> She pointed out the toilet stalls that stood in a calm corner of the park, seen from here. <<if $jasminevent gte 6>>Recognition landed on my face as I started adding numbers while she spoke, my last escapade in there alongside <<light Jasmin>> flowing back in my mind.<</if>> <<s Jamila>>If you're courageous enough, I'd like you to go there and enter the last stall. There, you'll wait for instructions, and deal with them however you see fit.<</s>> She explained, <<s Jamila>>I trust that you'll do the right thing inside there, a step in the right direction for your activism and the new world you're creating.<</s>> She said. I looked at the bathrooms, the thought of what could wait for me inside now that <<light Jamila>> mentioned them sharp in my mind, a danger and a reward both waiting for me should I make that jump. <<s Jamila>>And before you ask, yes, that's only the first step but also what I'd wanted to build up towards for you my dear <<print $name>>. Do this for me, and you'll receive a beautiful reward.<</s>> She said sweetly, enticing me further. I looked at the bathrooms again.<<if $jasminevent gte 6>><br>//I knew what waited for me there... Had she seen me head inside before? Did it matter either way, I knew what awaited me inside...//<</if>> <<linkreplace "Go to the bathrooms">><<pichead "locations/public-bathrooms.jpg" "The public bathrooms">> I walked into the public bathrooms, the smell of urine being made immediately apparent. There was thankfully no one inside. How could I explain my presence there to strangers? I knew where <<light Jamila>> wanted me to be, where she'd told me to go. The last stall. I slowly walked there, hesitation still a part of me but forcing through it. Part of me knew what this whole debacle would be about. Another part was hopeful, thinking of the potential of what might happen. Maybe it was a test, to see what I'd do about this whole thing... I went into the last stall, and looked around. As expected, a hole greeted me. A sizeable hole, cushioned, poked itself between this stall and the one before it. On the wall above the hole, written in big words with arrows pointing down, there was a sign that I also expected to find here after my last conversation with <<light Jamila>>: BBC ONLY <<if $jasminevent gte 6>>And that was not new knowledge for me, my latest encounter with <<light Jasmin>> still fresh in my mind, her instructions clear: No white dicks are allowed in here.<</if>> The usual spade decoration colored this wall with a beautiful black mosaic, as I heard a person enter the bathrooms. Who was it? Was it <<light Jamila>>? Would she enter the stall right next to mine? Whoever the person was walked right into the nearby stall. Their steps were firm, controlled. I simply hoped that it would be <<light Jamila>>. It wouldn't be normal if it wasn't, right? It would be weird, crazy... Right? The cough I heard from the stall nearby was heavy, masculine. A grunt that told me something that brought fear down to my core. That was not <<light Jamila>>. There's no way she'd give such a heavy grunt. I worried about what would happen, as I heard the person unbuckle their pants, lower their zipper. Slowly but surely get naked. Fear rose through me. Did I dare stay, see this through? What would <<light Jamila>> think? Was this part of the plan? My senses were heightened. I was truly afraid. I didn't know what would be the right option here... <<link "Wait and see what happens" "Jamila Scene 3">><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>> <<link "Slowly walk out" "Jamila Scene 3">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<link "Leave it all behind." "Park">><</link>><<dark "*" "This will end Jamila content as I'm backing down from her offer.">> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Before I could do anything, before I could think of heading out, make a move in any which way, <<light Jamila>>'s voice sounded off in the next stall. <<s Jamila>>I like that you listened to my request. Followed my command.<</s>> She said praising me. I found myself relax at the sound of her voice. I had decided to trust her and walk in here, and my trust was in the right place. I needed to keep following that confidence, no matter what. <<s Jamila>>I'm sure you know what to expect from this place here.<</s>> She said reassuringly, her melodic voice putting me at ease once more. <<s Jamila>>And I've always wanted to engage in this fun little excapade. Just with the right girl.<</s>> She continued. I listened intently. <<s Jamila>>You can sit down on the toilet. They always make sure it's clean.<</s>> She said, almost allowing me to grab my seat. I looked at the toilet, and indeed, it was clean. <<linkreplace "Sit down">><<picmid "events/patreonevents/gloryhole-seat.jpg">> I took my seat, listening to her and following her request. It wouldn't hurt to follow this and see where it would take me, right? <<s Jamila>>Now there's something that needs to be cleared up. Have you ever been here before? Do you know what this place is?<</s>> She asked me, demanding an answer. <<if $jamsinevent gte 6>>I knew that her asking meant that she didn't know of my familiarity with the place. After all, as <<light Jasmin>> suggested, I could only visit this location at night, and <<light Jamila>> was not a nocturnal animal. I also knew I wanted to see what she knew about the place, if there was any knowledge that my friend wasn't privy to... <<s Author>>I haven't been here before. What is this place?<</s>> I lied.<<else>>I had to be honest. <<s Author>>No, I haven't been here before. What do I have to know?<</s>><</if>> I could hear the smile in her voice, as if she was happy to be the one to welcome me into such a location. <<s Jamila>>This here is a beautiful place. A beautiful tool for the new world we look to create. I'm just sad I didn't come up with it myself.<</s>> She started explaining, <<s Jamila>>Do you want to know more about the place or do you care more about why we're here?<</s>> <<linkreplace "Tell me more">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<s Author>>Tell me more.<</s>> I was curious. <<s Jamila>>This here is a BBC Only gloryhole. Meaning that only black cock gets serviced here. Whitebois have no place here, except where you are currently seated.<</s>> She elaborated, <<s Jamila>>Paid for by generous benefactors, it simply allows any black person with a penis to get the service they deserve through a hole in the wall. Every new black cock serviced here by a new white mouth is paid for by the benefactors I mentioned earlier.<</s>> So a propaganda tool... <<s Jamila>>A beautiful way to subconsciously link the two together: financial stability and whites servicing blacks.<</s>> She summarized, <<s Jamila>>And it's something that I think you're perfectly suited for.<</s>> I could understand why <<light Jamila>> would think that about me. Especially with all that's already happened to me, this at least had some sort of privacy to it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Move along">><<add "money" 50>><<s Jamila>>The thing about this whole deal is, you've already been paid for it.<</s>> She said, putting a 50$ bill through the hole. <<s Jamila>>By simply walking in with me, a combination that didn't exist before, you've received payment for your services to the BNWO.<</s>> //Just like that?// I grabbed the bill and pocketed it. <<s Jamila>>Now what you do about the money you made, the kind of services you're willing to offer, that's entirely up to you.<</s>> She elaborated, as her voice moved closer to the wall, and something expected began to show. <<picmid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-enticing.jpg">><<s Jamila>>Though we both know what your mouth thirsts for.<</s>> Her voice accompanied the impressive member that revealed itself to me. Was that <<light Jamila>>? Was she that big? <<s Jamila>>Do what you were meant to do.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "A handjob will suffice">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-handjob.mp4">> I held onto the hard cock in front of me, stroking it slowly as I saw it twitch and harden in my hand. <<s Jamila>>That's a good girl.<</s>> Her compliment came through the wall, a gravely voice that enticed me to keep going. But I wouldn't succumb, I'd stay in control here. Sure, I was serving her cock, bringing her pleasure, but it was to my own benefit after all. She'd recognize that. <<s Jamila>>That's it... Put it in your mouth.<</s>> She demanded, and I smiled, knowing it would be what she'd want. <<s Author>>You would like that, wouldn't you?<</s>> I teased, knowing the effect I was having on her. <<s Jamila>>It'll feel even better.<</s>> <<s Author>>Is my hand not enough for you?<</s>> I continued my dominant streak, knowing I held the power. I literally had her in the palm of my hand, I was in control. And she was trying to reclaim control. Slowly but surely. <<s Author>>You want more... But do you deserve it?<</s>> I was teasing her even further. She spoke. <<s Jamila>>We all deserve it. I definitely do. Put your mouth on my cock right now and do what you were meant to do.<</s>> Her vocie carried confidence, but there was also a hint of desperation in it. I knew I still had some control over my next actions, and I knew that deep down there was one thing that I truly wanted to do at the moment... <div id='choices2'><<link "Follow her commands">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace '#choices2'>><<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-acceptance.mp4">> Something in me felt compelled to follow orders, to listen to the dominant lady that made her request. A command. And one I was all too eager to follow, putting my mouth where it needed to be to make the money I had already earned. An eager slut in service of the BBC that stood in front of her. A BBC that belonged to a charismatic lady, and one that demanded my attention. One that I wanted to please, deep down. <<s Jamila>>That's it, slut. That's your rightful place.<</s>> She praised me, and I felt myself blush at her positive, encouraging comments. I was doing good, and was receiving praise for it! This whole thing brought me great joy. I was happy to serve. Serve her, this superior black woman. And her glorious big black cock. This gloryhole was fantastic. A truly beautiful find. And one that I'd love to explore more again. But until then, I needed to serve the big, impressive cock in front of me. Serve <<light Jamila>>, as she deserved. My submissiveness flowed through me, and I served. <<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-cum.mp4">> <<s Jamila>>Good girl.<</s>> I received my glorious reward, cum flowing in my mouth. Already thinking of the next time <<light Jamila>> would make a request from me, and I'd willingly answer her commands. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -20>><<link "Keep teasing her">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-tease.mp4">> I removed my hand from the cock that I was servicing, receiving a heavy groan from <<light Jamila>> on the other side of the wall. <<s Author>>Who's the one giving pleasure? Who makes the choices?<</s>> I asked, driving the point home. The once powerful tone of voice softened: <<s Jamila>>You do.<</s>> She admitted, urging me to return to my activity. <<s Author>>You'll do well to remember that.<</s>> I said, returning my hand to the cock, which was bobbing with earnest attention. I had her in the palm of my hand, a toy to play with as I wanted. <<s Author>>I might be the one offering you pleasure, playing with your big, black cock... But I'm the one who chooses what she does, not you.<</s>> I claimed, showing her I knew my worth. <<s Author>>And with my words, and my hand, you'll be satisfied.<</s>> <<s Author>>Because you have yet to meet someone like me.<</s>> I announced. It was moments later that <<light Jamila>> gave a loud <<s Jamila>>Fuck!!<</s>> as she came all over my hand. <<s Author>>Good girl.<</s>> I said to her, receiving another moan from her. I knew I had control in this, and I knew that the next time we were to meet <<light Jamila>> would be begging for more. And I'd be controlling if she received it. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Keep teasing her" "Too submissive for that (20)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "She deserves a blowjob. Quick!">><<less "subdom" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-bj.mp4">> I attacked her impressive cock in moments, wanting to bring pleasure to the charismatic woman, to show her that she made the right choice approaching me. I would prove myself to her, come what may, and the way to do that was to serve her cock. And I did that, bobbing my head up and down and serving the big black cock that stood to attention in front of me. <<s Jamila>>That's it, that's a good girl. So eager to please!<</s>> Her praise brought butterflies to my stomach, and I found myself pushing to receive more praise from her, wanting to pleasure her beyond what anyone else had done before. <<s Jamila>>I knew you'd be a good choice.<</s>> I felt myself blush at the compliment. I'm proving myself worthy of her cock, of serving her! And yes, I found myself desperate for her praise, trying my best to make her feel good. <<s Jamila>>Let me take over for a while, bitch.<</s>> <<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-bj2.mp4">> I quickly followed her command, putting my mouth against the whole as her cock stroked inside, back and forth, the motion hitting the back of my throat and demanding I spit and swallow, a slobbering mess that was but a toy for pleasure. <<s Jamila>>That's it, let loose, accept my cock.<</s>> She said. The domineering black woman with a hard, strong cock, made me her eager slut, as I wantonly debased myself onto her hard member, a tool for her pleasure. <<s Jamila>>Ready for your reward?<</s>> I had lost myself in the sensations, as her words, her enticing and beautiful voice, brought me out of my submissive reverie. <<s Author>>Yes, please!<</s>> I eagerly called out my consent. <<s Jamila>>Next time, I'm finishing in another hole.<</s>> My lover warned me as she continued her command: <<s Jamila>>You better not miss a drop, slut!<</s>> I obediently followed her command, not missing a singular drop, and eagerly anticipating the next time our paths would cross. <<vid "events/patreon-events/gloryhole-cum.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> //These scenes with Jamila have been commissioned by <<s Author>>Silent Angel<</s>> on Patreon. Join the Prom Royalty Tier to have scenes with an Original Character included in the game!//<</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<if $randommessage is 1>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<messaging "Unknown Number">><<them>>Hey babe<</them>><<me>>Hello. Who's this?<</me>><<them>>We don't know each other.<</them>><<me>>Oh.<</me>><<themcon>>I saw that video of yours with the HRC, whatever that is.<</themcon>><<them>>You're hot.<</them>><<me>>Thanks I guess.<</me>><<them>>Wanna meet up sometime?<</them>><<me>>Are you like a student or something?<</me>><<them>>No. I already know everything I need. And I know you'll want to meet me soon girl.<</them>><<me>>Okay... Nice meeting you gotta go.<</me>><<them>>Take care bbgirl<</them>><</messaging>>That was definitely an odd conversation. Hope he doesn't feel entitled to anything. <<elseif $randommessage is 2>> <<say messagejulio>>Hey <<print $name>>! Got time?<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>Hey <<light Julio>>. How'd it go with the principal?<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. These racist fucks do not see what they're doing wrong, and it's really been getting on my nerves.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>I'm sorry that this is happening. Wish I could help.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>Actually you could, but I know I'm asking a lot.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>Tell me. I'll see what I can do to aid you.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>I already have my people in line with it, but what we really need is someone like you to help us with the statement.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>I'm intrigued. What are you planning on?<</say>> <<say messagejulio>><<if $costumechoice is 1 or $costumechoice is 7 or $costumechoice is 9>>Remember that costume you wore for last month's project? You might need to bring it back.<<else>>It has something to do with costumes and dressing up. Something simple.<</if>><</say>> <<say messageauthor>>Oh! What did you have in mind?<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>I want to dress you up as a slave, to drive home a point that slavery is still relevant because it can still create shock value. If you dress up as a slave, us your owners, and it causes a reaction in that stupid professor and principal, it would just further prove my point. So, what do you say?<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>I'm intrigued to say the least.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>Will you do it? For me?<</say>> <div id="choices"> <<say messageauthor>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's do this.">><<set $randommessage to 0>><<pickup $blackonly 'slaveforaday' 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<say messageauthor>>Let's do this. I'm in.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>I knew I could count on you. Just make sure that you wear it for the upcoming history class.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>I won't wear the clothes to school. I might get arrested on the way. I'll wear them right before class.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>That's exactly my point, but yeah let's leave it to class.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>LOL deal<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>You're cool, <<print $name>><</say>> <<say messageauthor>>You're not so bad yourself.<</say>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't think that's a good idea.">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<set $randommessage to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<say messageauthor>>I don't think that's a good idea, I'm sorry <<light Julio>>.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>Was kinda hoping this would go differently, but I understand.<</say>> <<say messageauthor>>Sorry.<</say>> <<say messagejulio>>It's okay. Gtg bye.<</say>> <</replace>><</link>><</say>></div> <<elseif $randommessage is 3>><<messaging "Lateen Clothing">><<themcon>>Hello <<print $name>>!<</themcon>><<themcon>>We are Lateen Clothing, a clothing company specialized with clothing for late teens, a growing brand that looks to expand its viewership.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We were looking for interesting influencers that had the potential to truly enhance our brand identity when we came across your page.<</themcon>><<themcon>>And we were immediately impressed by the kind of content you've created for yourself, and are interested in working with you.<</themcon>><<themcon>>That is why we reach out to you here to hopefully find a deal with you that would be mutually beneficial.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Our latest creation, the all-brown set, is one that we're certain will look fantastic on your skin tone. We are willing to send you a free shipment of the full set as well as an additional 50$ once your post is created.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You are free to promote our product in any which way you prefer, as we do find that you're perfectly suited to advertise our brand.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We look forward to working with you in creating awesome content, and are available should you have any questions or concerns about our brand and product.<</themcon>><<them>>A bientot,<br>Lateen Clothing.<</them>><<if $friendsevents.has("Media50Deal Accepted")>><<mecon>>Hello!<</mecon>><<mecon>>I would be absolutely thrilled to be working with you on this brand deal.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Here's my address for the shipment, I look forward to receiving everything from you!<</mecon>><<mecon>>REDACTED<</mecon>><<me>>Thank you for the opportunity!<</me>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Media50Deal Rejected")>><<mecon>>Hello.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Unfortunately I am currently unable to make such a brand deal and commitment.<</mecon>><<mecon>>I thank you for your offer, but have to turn you down.<</mecon>><<me>>Best of luck for your future endeavors.<</me>><</if>><</messaging>> <<if $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal Accepted") is 0 and $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal Rejected") is 0>>That was an interesting proposal... I probably should think a bit longer about it first...<<else>>Now that this has been dealt with, it's time for me to move on.<</if>> <<else>>There are no messages here.<<set $randommessage to 0>><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<s Jerome>>Great job on bringing such a beautiful message of peace and acceptance in your video. I was impressed.<</s>> I looked at him, not quite understanding what he's talking about. Then it hits me. <<s Author>>That's the minimum I could do. It's your right.<</s>> I smiled back at him, doubling down on my black only statement from the HRC video. <<s Jerome>>I look forward to holding you up to that promise girl.<</s>> His confidence is entrancing, as I notice myself following him with my eyes across the corridor before shaking myself out of my infatuation. //I can't wait to find out what he meant by this!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>Fancy meeting you here!<</s>> My friend called out as she entered S&M. <<s Author>>Well it's an interesting place honestly.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Okay Sherlock. Feel like joining me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Joining you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well I got this new coupon online...<</s>> She stated as we walked alongside each other. <<s Yara>>A new shop called S&M. Supposed to be some fancy stuff, and I get to choose something from them for free.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously? I never got such an offer!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah, apparently they like attractive people wearing their stuff.<</s>> She said, her smile widening. The stroke to the ego was a great addition to the whole ordeal, right? <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "S&M Clothing">> <<s Spencer>>Hello! Welcome back, mademoiselle!<</s>> The kind shopkeep greeted us, his eye for detail apparent, having remembered me. <<s Author>>Hello Spencer.<</s>> I read out his name-tag. <<s Yara>>You've been here before?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah with Eva, for valentine.<</s>> <<s Yara>>So that's where the dresses were picked from. Interesting.<</s>> My friend's interest was peeked. She turned to the buttler. <<s Yara>>Your articles are top notch from what I've seen of my friends. I received an online coupon...<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Madame Yara, it is our pleasure to have you in our fine establishment. Please, come. Everything is ready for you.<</s>> I was impressed by the professionalism that the place held. He even knew her name when she didn't give it. <<s Yara>>That's some high-end space. Wow.<</s>> My friend was taking in the beautiful scenery I had already enjoyed a bit earlier this month, following the svelte man deeper in the shop. <<link "Deeper inside">><<replace "#continue">>I followed behind, reaching one of these workshops where they can give personalized assistance to the clients that the shop receives. There were couches, comfortable spots where one can watch scenes unravel in front of them. <<s Spencer>>So tell us about you, mademoiselle. We already have a few ideas planned out for your content, but we would love to know what really gets you excited and interested. What is it that you're looking for?<</s>> His French accent gave him an unmistakable character, a person of authority in such a space. I was interested to hear what answer <<light Yara>> would be giving. <<s Yara>>I love sports, I love taking care of my body, and I love clothes that help me show it off without it being too much.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>We have seen that, but tell us more about you. Something few people know. We need to cater to your inner needs, not the outside appearances you give to strangers online.<</s>> Oh the man was really good, asking all the right questions and giving my friend some space to think and ruminate on his questions. <<s Yara>>Well... I like nature.<</s>> She said, now truly thinking of the answer she was giving. <<s Yara>>I try jogging in the park often so I can see it as much as possible. I like it when I catch a squirrel hurrying up a tree, or see the first flowers of the new season...<</s>> That was a way more interesting answer, and I was intrigued to see what <<light Spencer>> would do with it. <<s Spencer>>Good. Good. Nature, hotness, not too much skin I presume?<</s>> My friend nodded. <<s Spencer>>A bit of a flair and pizzazz that forces people to have a second look.<</s>> He summed up pretty much everything my friend was about in her clothing. She smiled, feeling comfortable with this development. <<light Spencer>> was a master at his work, and it showed. He knew how to read people, a skill that would no doubt be important to have. His offer for me to work here rung again in my head, an opportunity to learn from him and know how to deal with people... <<s Spencer>>I'll be right back.<</s>> But moments later, the man had returned with a few articles of clothing for my friend to try out. <<link "The first dress">><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "work/snm/yara-dress1.jpg">> My friend's first dress was a beautiful complement to her body type, hugging her curves in all the right ways, and giving her an allure that few people have. <<s Spencer>>Yes, that's a good first step. But I can see there is more to you than that... This is too masculine, is it not?<</s>> He asked. I knew my friend would not see such a dress as too masculine, but rather as an adequate way to show off her curves. She didn't mind bending the gender norms after- <<s Yara>>I think... I think you're right...<</s>> She admitted to him, to my clear confusion. Since when... <<s Spencer>>Indeed, indeed it is. There is more to you. This love of nature, this femininity that just aches to come out.<</s>> He spoke confidently, and she was nodding along, almost hypnotized. <<s Spencer>>Wait here. <<print $name>>, please come with me.<</s>> He said, bringing me to another room where dresses hung about. The way he influenced my friend, it was extremely interesting to see... <<s Author>>How did you...<</s>> I asked him. <<s Spencer>>I learned from the best.<</s>> He simply dismissed my question. <<s Spencer>>The question is what you're going to do about it.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Well as always, the offer still stands as it is, for you to work with us and discover the potential there is to be part of a prestigious place like ours.<</s>> He reminded me of the last time we met, when I brought the dresses. <<s Spencer>>But right now, with your friend, what do you think the right way to go is? Have her lean into femininity, and explore that side of herself, or explore a more authoritative aspect of herself, show her what true power means?<</s>> If he was offering what I think he was, I now had quite the chance to influence my friend, get her to embrace a softer portrayal or go for an even more controlling persona... A particularly thrilling opportunity... <div id='choices'><<linkreplace "What's wrong with what she's already wearing?">><<s Author>>What's wrong with what she's already wearing?<</s>> I asked him, truly believing what my friend was wearing was the perfect option for her. <<s Spencer>>My dear <<print $name>>... If we were catering to people's wants here, we'd never have been able to be the number one spot for prestige and glamor.<</s>> He tutted. <<s Spencer>>We here fulfill people's <b>needs</b> my darling. And sometimes, we help them discover what they truly need.<</s>> He smiled at me, <<s Spencer>>Including your friend in there.<</s>> I looked at him, thoughtful. <<s Spencer>>So what will it be?<</s>> <<link "I don't want this responsibility">><<pickup $work "S&M Denied" 1>><<less "open" 2>><<less "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't want this responsibility, I think.<</s>> I said to him, apologetic. <<s Spencer>>Huh. It's not often I read people wrong. Very well then.<</s>> He said as he grabbed a new article of clothing and headed to the other room, leaving me behind there. <<s Yara>>Where's <<print $name>>?<</s>> My friend asked about me. <<light Spencer>> was quick to answer. <<s Spencer>>Turns out she had something to attend to. She had to leave.<</s>> He said to her. In my shame and disappointment at the whole thing, I started walking out, hearing his voice one last time. <<s Spencer>>Don't worry. You're in good hands.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Blocks off all S&M Content">><</linkreplace>> <<link "I think she needs to be softer">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/snm/yara-dress2.jpg">> In no time, following my recommendation, <<light Yara>> was wearing a stunning green, feminine dress. One that she clearly fit perfectly and that showed off all her curves fantastically. I was in awe of her feminine beauty. <<s Yara>>This... This is a bit revealing.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Of course it is. Not too much, not too little. The right amount.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I guess.<</s>> My pliable friend was agreeing to what <<light Spencer>> had to say. <<s Spencer>>Besides, you're a track star, it's only natural and normal to want to flash your thighs, your biggest assets.<</s>> Assets. <<light Yara>> never called them that before... <<s Yara>>Maybe...<</s>> <<s Spencer>><<print $name>>... Don't you agree?<</s>> He turned towards me, wanting my support, wanting me to help with his sale. My first sale, if I convince my friend. And her first step into a more feminine and permissive persona... <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "Agree with him, she looks good.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Spencer is right. The dress suits you perfectly. You were made for it.<</s>> I said to her. I saw my friend relax into her dress. <<s Yara>>I have to admit, I can see it. It looks... right.<</s>> I could see and feel the power I just wielded over my friend, getting her to accept such a sultry, beautifully feminine dress. And the flashing that went with it. She was embracing this, as was I embracing the power it made me feel. <<s Spencer>>Good job, both of you.<</s>> The charismatic clerk spoke once more. <<s Spencer>><<print $name>>, the offer always stands. You can wear the dress out if you'd like, Mademoiselle Yara.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "SM Work Intro Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Agree with him" "Not dominant at all (0)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "Falter in my conviction">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices2">>I hesitated to voice my ascent to what the man was saying, and that moment of hesiation snapped my friend out of her own complacency. <<s Yara>>I'm not sure that this is entirely the right chocie for me...<</s>> My friend admitted, thoughtful. And in her thoughtfulness, and her wavering conviction, <<light Spencer>> had to work double the time to get her to agree to a dress that she'd like. <<s Spencer>>I do still insist on the offer, <<print $name>>. At the very least it will help you understand yourself more, working at our place.<</s>> He said as he gave his final goodbyes at the shop entrance. <<link "Move along" "SM Work Intro Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Falter in my conviction" "Not submissive at all (0)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Yara is made to be dominant.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/snm/yara-dress3-2.jpg">> My dominant friend looked stunning in her attire, a truly powerful person with an attractive physique, someone that knew their strengths and wielded them openly. <<s Yara>>Oh yeah, this feels... Right!<</s>> She said, confident. <<s Spencer>><<print $name>> saw that this dress suited you best, and it looks like she was right.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It shows a bit more than it conceals though.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Indeed, <<print $name>> knew that there is a difference between what you said you wanted and what you needed. And it seems like she also needed it.<</s>> He smiled at me, challenging me to stand up to him or accept his taunts. Embrace the feeling that was going deeper inside of me, that was pushing me towrds a certain way of acting... <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "Agree with him, she looks good.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Seems like I was right with my choice, you look fantastic!<</s>> I said, agreeing with the man's statement but not wanting to sound desperate at the same time. <<s Spencer>>You have a talent for it, <<print $name>>. You're sure to make a great addition to our shop should you agree to join.<</s>> He said, smiling at me as my friend embraced the curves the new costume showed, enticing me even further. //She's so fucking hot...// <<link "Move along" "SM Work Intro Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Agree with him" "Not submissive at all (0)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "I want to deny her">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Nah that's not it. I just figured it would be funny to see Yara in such revealing clothed.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>And turns out it was.<</s>> With that statement, <<light Yara>> was quick to become shy, thoughtful at why she'd like this dress, her confidence shot. <<light Spencer>> was equally stunned by my retraction. <<s Spencer>>Mmmm... Maybe we can find something else for you, mademoiselle Yara.<</s>> He set out to continue his job, trying to find the right option for my friend. As we stood at the entrance of the shop, having finished our activity, <<light Spencer>> spoke out one last time. <<s Spencer>>The offer still stands, <<print $name>>. I hope we can help you discover yourself more through your work with us.<</s>> He said, ushering us along. <<link "Move along" "SM Work Intro Yara">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I want to deny her" "Not dominant at all (0)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <<s Yara>>What offer was he talking about?<</s>> As we walked away, my friend broached the subject I knew would be on her mind. <<s Author>>He offered I work for them, make some extra money.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh nice!<</s>> She was cheerful. <<s Yara>>And you agreed, right?<</s>> I just shook my head. <<s Yara>>You have to agree, it's a huge opportunity. Plus you might get me a discount.<</s>> She quipped. While she was probably joking, her claims did give me room for thought... I wondered if I'd agree to the offer. It surely would pay me well, and learning about sales in such an environment should be quite interesting... Influencing people as I just did <<light Yara>>... Getting to see them in enticing clothing... What's to hate about such a job? <<link "Move along" "Mall">><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pic Spencer>><</pic>> <<s Spencer>>I knew you'd eventually want to join us. And it is a true pleasure to have you.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> greeted me once more as I made my way into the elegant shop where he worked, my would-be future employment space. <<s Spencer>>We'll need to see with Miss Flora about your employment, but I'm sure she'll take a liking to you.<</s>> He said, <<s Spencer>>Just stay calm and follow my lead, and you'll be admitted in no time.<</s>> He explained, taking me further into the space, to an impressive office where the owner surely would be greeting us... <<link "Meet Flora">><<set $snmworktest to 0>><<replace "#continue">><<pic "Flora">><</pic>> The elegant lady sat on her desk, engaged in a phone conversation, when we walked in. <<s Flora>>If she is unwilling to cooperate with our timeline, I'd imagine a visit will be needed to set her on the right track.<</s>> Her conversation continued, the other person speaking in muffled tones, as she looked at both <<light Spencer>> and myself standing there. She was obviously scolding whoever it was on the other side, her threats seemingly finding a correct response as she took a moment listening before she answered: <<s Flora>>Good, I'm sure a personalized visit is not something any of us really wants or looks forward to.<</s>> She said with a chesire-like grin, her amusement apparent, and my intrigue spiked at the situation. As she hung up on whoever was still trying to appease her, her eyes drifted across me, taking in everything about my appearance. There was something compelling about the way she looked at me and sized me up, a secret kind of thrill at being studied the way I was. <<s Flora>>Who's this?<</s>> She asked, more to Spencer than to myself. <<s Spencer>>This is <<print $name>>, Miss Flora. A potential hire.<</s>> He explained, formal and standing upright. I felt myself mimicking his posture, trying to stnad as straight as I could myself. <<s Flora>>A potential hire, you say?<</s>> Her sultry tone was attractive, engaging, and it was obvious that she'd taken years of studies to perfect it to just... Entice anyone. <<s Flora>>And how will she be any different than the previous ones, dare I ask?<</s>> They were talking about me like I was a number, another potentiality, far from a real person in front of them. <<s Spencer>>A blank canvas, Miss. One that can learn, no prior false misconceptions.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Is that so?<</s>> //Was I what he described? How can he believe he can truly describe me when he's barely even met me? What would he know?// <<s Flora>>Are you, my dear? Are you someone willing and eager to learn, to find out more and explore herself and people further?<</s>> She asked, her eyes piercing through me, demanding an answer. I found myself looking at her with a real sense of seriousness. I knew I was engaged in a test of sorts, and one where I'd have to show my true colors... And I knew that I had free reign to answer however I wanted, but that this studied and intense individual would see through my lies. I needed to show character, whatever that character may be. <div id='choices'><<link "I'm eager to learn, whatever it takes.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<if $subdom lte -10>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I am eager to learn. Whatever it takes.<</s>> Even I could hear the desperation in my voice, my willingness and eagerness to do the right things. <<s Flora>>Oh how quaint. That's a really good sentiment to be having, it will bring you a huge amount of successes in the future.<</s>> The owner praised me, now a small smile landing on her face. <<s Flora>>Though there's still more to you than just a blank slate, it seems.<</s>> She said, still eyeing me with a studied look.<<else>><<s Author>>I am eager to learn. Whatever it takes.<</s>> I said, honestly looking to please the lady in front of me. While my voice didn't carry with it the desperation she clearly had wanted to see, there was still in it a decent amount of willingness. And she caught on it. <<s Flora>>Interesting. I'm glad you're eager to be following that path, and I do believe that with our guidance you'll be able to embrace that aspect even further.<</s>> I smiled to myself, glad that this answer appeased her scrutiny. <<s Flora>>Though there's still more to you than just a blank slate, it seems.<</s>> She said, still eyeing me with a studied look.<</if>> <<include "SM Work Intro Q2">> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Am I submissive enough?">> <<link "The job seems like a good way to make money.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "snmworktest" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, the job seemed like a good way to make good money.<</s>> I said, with clear honesty. <<s Author>>That is why I applied for it.<</s>> It was clearly something wrong to say. While I thought my honesty would be greeted with a positive attitude, it seemed like my answer didn't comply with the lady's expectations, as her face betrayed a slight sourness before she returned to a studied look. <<s Flora>>How unfortunate.<</s>> She simply said while scrutinizing me, before moving along: <<include "SM Work Intro Q2">> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 30>><<dark "*" "This would probably offend her">><</if>> <<link "I'm not a blank canvas, but I'm definitely a good addition to your numbers.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<if $subdom gte 10>><<add "snmworktest" 2>><<s Author>>Honestly, Miss, with all due respect, I am no blank canvas.<</s>> I said with conviction, my confidence being made apparent, <<s Author>>I am a person with character, and definitely a good addition to your numbers.<</s>> I explained. While she was probably looking for someone that she could easily ply and manipulate into the job that she offered, I could see on my to-be imployer's face that my answer impressed her. Her slight smile and nodding head encouraged me, emboldened my thoughts, before she looked to conceal them once more. I knew they were but words, but looking into my eyes, she could see that there was truth to what I was saying. <<s Flora>>Beautiful. And maybe just what we need...<</s>> She looked thoughtful. <<else>><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I... I'm not a blank canvas...<</s>> I spoke out hesitantly, my voice betraying me. <<s Author>>But I'm sure I can be a good addition to your numbers... If you give me the chance to be...<</s>> I could see in her this sense of... disappointment. I not only argued against what <<light Spencer>> said, but I also fialed in proving my argument. A double failure that I knew would register wrongly with my to-be employer... <<s Flora>>How unfortunate...<</s>> She said, thoughtful. With trepidation, I anticipated what her next words would be, hoping that I'd be able to appease her suspicions and truly answer her concerns. //Why fight against my nature? I better keep proving myself in the right ways if I want this job...//<</if>> <<include "SM Work Intro Q2">> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Am I dominant enough?">></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pic Flora>><</pic>> Standing from her position, <<light Flora>> approached me with intent, her eyes scouring through my appearance trying to find anything that might not be up to par with her expectations. Expectations regarding the job I'd applied for... I looked with her at the clothing I had chosen for the occasion, the appearance I was putting on for her. <<s Flora>>In our industry, looks are everything.<</s>> She said, walking around me and studying me closely. <<if $looks gte 5>><<add "snmworktest" 1>>I felt confident in the way I looked, my appearance, and stood with my head held high. Her studied eye appraised what I had to offer, and I could see the glint of something she liked in them. <<s Flora>>You've got something I can work with. Our clothing will further enhance this.<</s>> She claimed confidently. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was yet another test passed, and yet another step closer to getting this new job. <<else>><<less "snmworktest" 1>>Despite my best efforts, I felt like I lacked the confidence, especially in the way I looked. I tried standing up straight, to portray the confidence I lacked, but to no avail. <<s Flora>>For someone who's looking to apply to a job in which we dress people up, you have a lot to be hoped for.<</s>> Her words, while harsh, held some truth to them. I felt myself frown a bit at this statement, feeling the opportunity move further away from me.<</if>> <<link "She speaks...">><<replace "#continue">>Her next words are authoritative, as she addresses <<light Spencer>> behind me. <<s Flora>>Spencer, please give us a moment.<</s>> She simply said, her order quickly followed by the dutiful buttler. The door closing behind him, I could feel the sense of calm that suddenly fell on the place, us separated from everything that was happening outside. There was only the muffled sounds of the shop and the mall beyond, and here, there was only us two. Her eyes on my body, and mine trying to scour her face for any positive or negative reaction. She slowly moved closer to me, her steps short and steady, her attention turned entirely on my face, my eyes. Her beautiful brown-hazel eyes luring me in almost, a beautiful sight that I struggled to fight against. <<s Flora>>S&M is beyond a fashion location. It provides an experience. We sell more than articles of clothing. These dresses and outfits are a lifestyle of their own.<</s>> She said, moving ever so slowl closer and closer. <<s Flora>>You are applying for a job. And our job is well paid, worry not for that.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>> 100$ per shift, excluding commissions.<</s>> //That much?? How much did <<light Eva>> pay for these dresses?// <<s Flora>>But beyond that, you are applying for an experience, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said, moving a bit too close, personal space ignored. Her body was inches away from mine. I found myself looking upwards to maintain the eye contact that she'd held so far, that she'd been challenging me with. Her breath close to mine was distracting. I was breathing the same air, I was feeling lightheaded by her proximity. Things were heating up entirely between us, and I felt vulnerable under her stare. A beautiful kind of vulnerable. <<s Flora>>Tell me, <<print $name>>... Are you smart enough to appreciate the feminine beauty? The sexy bodies of the women that are to come here and look for your appraisal and improvements? Do you have it in you to find women attractive, and show them that they are?<</s>> Sure, she was asking me if I was gay, in any form, but the way she phrased it had made it so... Beautiful. So enticing... Was I gay enough for this job? <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 20>><<link "I'm definitely into women">><<add "snmworktest" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I kept the eye contact, taken by the beauty of her eyes, her face, her soft feminine features... Yes... I could not deny it. I just met her, and I could see myself sharing her bed. I knew I was at the very least bisexual, into women and their beautiful curves, their soft skin and appetiting attitudes. This woman was attractive and she knew it, and there was no denying that I could see it in her. <<s Author>>I'm definitely into yo- into women.<</s>> I almost slipped up admitting that I found her attractive, though she didn't comment on it. <<s Flora>>Good. Good.<</s>> She said, moving ever so slightly closer. <<s Flora>>So you're fine with me being this close?<</s>> She asked. I gulped and whispered. <<s Author>>Yes...<</s>> I barely said, her mouth so close, my eyes hazy from her proximity, the brown of her eyes slowly wrapping around me, holding me with care and attention. <<s Flora>>Oh good. You'll indeed make a fine addition to our team.<</s>> She said, her smile curling up on her mouth just a bit, as her voice filled me with a warm, sexy feeling... //I want to kiss her, please her, feel her body against mine...// I could feel the heat of her body, so close. One move and I could be holding her, grabbing her, putting my hands on her body... She moved away, breaking the spell I was under and softly floating to her place behind her desk. Her intense stare returned, but it held no sexual tension to it. Not that I craved it! <<link "Listen to her decision" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm definitely into women" "Not bisexual enough (20)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 35>><<link "I'm open to experiences.">><<add "snmworktest" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I kept the eye contact with the attractive person in front of me. While I might not be into women per se, my experiences still not truly solidifying this image of myself, I still found something attractive to her. I could at least admit to myself that the women standing close to me was attractive, and I could admit to myself that I didn't mind physical closeness and contact, despite who it came from... <<s Author>>I might not be into women, but I am definitely open to experiences. Attractive women are attractive regardless of their gender, and sensuality is sensuality, regardless of the form it takes.<</s>> I said, a diplomatic yet attractive answer, that caused the interrogating woman to raise an eyebrow, appreciative of my answer. <<s Flora>>Oh how interesting! A truly free spirit...<</s>> She said, willing me to agree. <<s Author>>What have we except for freedom?<</s>> I admitted, smiling at her. <<s Flora>>You'll indeed make a fine addition to our team. And I'll grow to teach you what you seek in feminine glamour.<</s>> She smiled as she spoke, somehow approving of my application. Her beautiful lips, curling into a smile, almost called for my own... //Oh how delightful it would be to kiss them, feel her body against mine...// I could feel the heat of her body, so close. One move and I could be holding her, grabbing her, putting my hands on her body... She moved away, breaking the spell I was under and softly floating to her place behind her desk. Her intense stare returned, but it held no sexual tension to it. Not that I craved it! <<link "Listen to her decision" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm open to experiences" "Not open enough (35)">><</if>> <<link "I don't think I am...">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>While her proximity would be many women (and men)'s wet dream, I myself felt nothing in particular about the proximity, and made it clear that was the case: <<s Author>>I don't particularly find the female body attractive.<</s>> I said, before correcting myself as I saw her draw back a bit, <<s Author>>Not that it's a bad thing. At least like that you know I won't be peaking at them as they change their clothes, right?<</s>> While she did smile at my statement, accepting the humor I was bringing to the table, <<light Flora>> was not as convinced by what I was stating as I'd have liked he to believe. And through that, part of me considered whether or not she had asked the question more to her own benefit than the job opportunity and interview she'd wanted to have... Regardless, it was moments later that she moved away from me and floated to her place behind the desk. Her intense stare returned, void of any sensuality, as she prepared herself to give her verdict... <<link "Listen to her decision" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<if $snmworktest gte 7>><<pickup $work "S&M Work Accepted" 1>><<set $snmtraining to 5>><<s Flora>>I have to admit, I did not expect such an accomplished and hearty individual to be applying for a job with us...<</s>> She said, already putting me at ease, <<s Flora>>The way you portray yourself, the way you speak about your passions... It would be foolish of me not to accept you with us.<</s>> I smiled wide at her admission, and she matched my smile with one of her own. <<s Flora>>I doubt you'd even need any training to pick up the work. I'll see you next weekend ready for the job.<</s>> She said, not only admitting me, but also letting me know I'd immediately be working with clients. How reassuring, I can quickly start making money from commissions. <<s Flora>>I'll be around, obviously, should you need any guidance. I'd be happy to offer it, <<print $name>>.<</s>> Her words brought me a decent sense of reassurance, before she continued: <<s Flora>>Don't hesitate to ever knock on my door when you need it.<</s>> With that reassurance in mind, I started heading for the door of her office. <<s Flora>>I'll only need you for the weekends as a start, and worry not about clothing, we'll have you sorted.<</s>> She said last, before allowing me to leave. //This was the start of something interesting!// <<elseif $snmworktest gte 1>><<set $snmtraining to 1>><<pickup $work "S&M Work Accepted" 1>><<s Flora>>You're a good candidate, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said. <<s Flora>>Well meaning, eager to prove herself, and ready for work.<</s>> I nodded, anxious as to what her decision would be. <<s Flora>>While there is still some to be hoped for, you still have proven yourself trustworthy and willing to learn, and it would be a shame to lose that on ourselves.<</s>> She explained. <<s Flora>>That doesn't mean you are ready for work. You'll need to train for the job you seek to receive, and that will be easly managed. Another appraisal will wait for you in two weeks to see if you're up to par by then.<</s>> She explained. <<s Flora>>Seeing as you are a student and all, still, we'll constrict your work, and your trainings, to the weekend.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>The training sessions, four in total, will be without any commission payments. Afterwards, as I already stated, you'll be paid for every sale you make. Spencer will be notified and you'll be able to start this coming weekend day.<</s>> <<s Flora>>There's a lot to you that we can nurture and grow. I am sure we can get some fantastic things out of you.<</s>> She finally said, pointing me to the door. <<s Flora>>I'm eager to see your progression.<</s>> //This was definitely the start of something interesting...// <<else>><<pickup $work "S&M Work Denied" 1>><<s Flora>>While your intentions may be true, there's still a lot left to be hoped for from you as an applicant and person.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>I am sorry to say that you do not quite fit the requirements of the job I offer.<</s>> Her rejection was further enhanced by the dismissive way in which she spoke, no longer caring for me and rather turning her attention to the papers strewn in front of her. <<s Flora>>I hope only the best in your future, but your application has been rejected, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said. I remained thoughtful for a moment there, as she concentrated on the files in front of her. <<s Flora>>Please, exit my office with speed.<</s>> She stated. //Fuck. There goes that opportunity.// Though if I am to be honest with myself, I didn't try that hard to get the job...<</if>> <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<s Flora>>Though I'd love to hire someone I barely know anything about... What is it about you that's special? What sets you apart from others?<</s>> It was a good question indeed, and one that gave me quite the room to think. I knew I had multiple aspects to myself that would truly be interesting to talk about, but I also knew that only some of them would really sell me as a nice hire for this job. <<s Flora>>And I do not care if it is not relevant to the job you think you will be doing, babe. I only care to find out more about you, find your language so I can speak to you.<</s>> She explained, her smile putting me back at ease. //So it wasn't anything particular. I could say anything and I'd still be answering her question... Though I needed to ba convincing in my phrasing to show her I truly was knowledgeable in the subject I'd chose to talk about...// <div id='choices2'><<link "I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices3'><<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I'm a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm actually a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I said confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>><<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices3'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm smart too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would be a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm smart too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Honestly, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices3'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm sexy too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm smart too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've also gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make another big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>If I may add... I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I am super smart!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I've gathered quite the people knowledge">><<replace "#choices2">><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I am to be so bold as to make a big claim,<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I find in myself quite the intensive people knowledge, and in you something of an authority figure that I can truly appreciate.<</s>> I didn't need to say that I have gathered that knowledge through porn, that I see in her the dominant archetype of a femdom that would spank her underlings. She didn't need to know that, all she needed to know was the praise I was giving her. <<s Flora>>Indeed you do, knowing to stroke my ego like that.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Flora>>I'm joking, of course.<</s>> She further spoke, though the look she gave me told me that she wasn't entirely against receiving continued praise. I smiled to myself, knowing that I indeed read her well. <<else>><<s Author>>I know that sex sells... And I am a decently sexual individual?<</s>> I said, not entirely confident in my claim but still trying it on for size. <<s Flora>>Oh darling you are not.<</s>> She shut me down entirely, a heavily teasing statement that made it clear that she read right through me. How could I lie about being sexual when I can't even portray that sexual confidence I claim? And how could I seel anything here if I don't understand sex appeal?// Doubts were plaguing my mind at that, as I tried to understand how to best move on from that difficult situation...<</if>> <div id='choices3'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I'm on social media!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I am super smart!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "Additionally, I have a decent social media presence">><<replace "#choices3">><<if $mediasavvy gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>If I also need to be honest, true to someone my age, I have a decent social media presence and knowledge.<</s>> I said, speaking clearly and with intent. <<light Flora>> had a stern, intense look to her. <<s Flora>>That would ba a valuable asset in our current work environment, trends being essential to a good campaign...<</s>> She said. <<s Spencer>>She was even here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to attention.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> elaborated. <<s Flora>>Oh that's reassuring!<</s>> She was doubly enthusiastic about that statement, hiding something that I was interested in finding more about soon... <<else>><<s Author>>If I can add... I think I have a knowledge in social media stuff that could be beneficial to your business.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Babe I am looking for help in selling my stuff to clients, a shopkeep, not a social media manager or a marketer.<</s>> She said, shutting me down in my false claim. I felt gutted, before <<light Spencer>> butted in. <<s Spencer>>She was here with Yara, the influencer I had brought to your attention, Miss Flora.<</s>> He explained. <<s Flora>>Sure, that doesn't give her any more credit. She's not the influencer herself.<</s>> She went back to talking about me as if I wasn't there.<</if>> <div id='choices4'><<link "Also, I'm always looking for knowledge.">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $smarts gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>Also, I'm actually always looking for knowledge.<</s>> I said, confident, smiling at her, knowing that I had the acuity and grades to back up my claim. Her acknowledging smile told me she actually appreciated my claim, as she nodded to it. <<s Flora>>That's a good trait to have. There's much knowledge that you'd be able to gain working with us too.<</s>> She further explained, selling me on the job even further. <<else>><<s Author>>Actually also... I'm always looking for more information... I mean knowledge...<</s>> My fumble did not go unnoticed by the person interviewing me almost, as she caught onto it, a second claim not passing her scrutiny. A direct antithesis to my claim of knowledge, I had fumbled the use of words. If I wanted a chance to explain myself and still win her over, I'd need to pivot quickly...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I workout too!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm smart enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I'm also a workout enthusiast">><<replace "#choices4">><<if $athletics gte 25>><<add "snmworktest" 1>><<s Author>>I'm additionally a workout enthusiast.<</s>> I added confidently, knowing that my hours of work at the gym were starting to show their impact. She nodded at my statement, and added her own consenting statement to my claim. <<s Flora>>I can clearly see that. You have a nice, upright attitude that would be of a great benefit to us here.<</s>> She stated. <<s Flora>>Isn't that right, Spencer?<</s>> She asked the man that now stood behind me, as he voiced his agreement from behind me. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, Miss Flora.<</s>> His answer came quickly. <<else>>I struggled to find another thing that would sell me well to the scrutiny of the powerful individual in front of me... <<s Author>>Eum... I'm actually working out often...<</s>> I said hesitantly, knowing my body still left to be desired, and didn't show that my claim was true. <<s Flora>>If the claim you make it true, I think you'll need to watch your diet too, girl.<</s>> She sternly said, critical of my appearance. I found myself get increasingly frustrated at her statement, worried that I might have fumbled the bag... I probably need to correct my stance quickly if I needed to win her over...<</if>> <div id='choices5'><<link "I am super smart!">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>Also-<</s>> <<s Flora>>Desperation is not a good look on you, babe.<</s>> <<light Flora>> said, alluding to the way I've been just throwing everything at her without care. <<s Flora>>You've made interesting claims<</s>><<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>, though in your eagerness riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Have I not shared enough?">> <<link "I think that's more than enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices5">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $athletics gte 25>><<dark "*" "I'm athletic enough to back that claim">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's enough to bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices4">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $medisavvy gte 25>><<dark "*" "I've been online long enough to claim that">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I think that's all I bring to the table, if I may be honest.">><<replace "#choices3">><<s Author>>This is all I have to say for myself.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. <<s Author>>I know I bring a lot to the table, despite all that I am yet to learn through your employment.<</s>> Making my clear and bold statement, I awaited what the lady seated in front of me would do next. The slight smile, now part of her poker face, did not leave her lips as she took in all the information I had shared so far, in my attitude and the words I used. <<if $snmworktest gte 2>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, and ones I am sure to be working well with should you keep impressing me...<</s>> She praised as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny.<<else>><<s Flora>>Interesting claims, though riddled with questionable intent... I am hoping you can yet prove yourself.<</s>> She said, her scrutiny real and intense, as she stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $sexskill gte 25>><<dark "*" "My sexual interest can help me claim that.">><<else>><<dark "*" "Am I really?">><</if>> <<link "I don't think I have any particularly interesting attributes">><<less "snmworktest" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>In all honesty, I don't think I have any particularly interesting attributes. I'm just a girl like any other.<</s>> I said, clearly and honestly. But yet again, it seemed like honesty was not the entire right answer, the scrutiny I was under intensifying as the owner of the elegant shop found platitude in my weakened statements. <<s Flora>>That's a bold claim. While true to the blank canvas statement, it still leaves much to be desired...<</s>> She explained clearly as she slowly stood from her elegant seat, approaching me with determination and scrutiny. <<link "Continue" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if $snmtraining is 1>><<add "snmtraining" 1>><<pic Spencer>><</pic>> <div id='continue'><<s Spencer>>The thing about work here at S&M, is that we're always supposed to be dressed for the job. Dressed to impress.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> explained, already bringing me deeper into the shop as he explained my job in this initial training session. <<s Spencer>>You see, the better dressed we are, the more insecure it makes the clients we take care of, which in turns makes them want to spend more money to appease their inner insecurities.<</s>> He said it with a smile, one that looked calm and composed. Coupled with the words he said, the slight manipulation he implied, it was anything but a siniter smile. <<s Spencer>>Oh don't judge. At the end of the day, it's all part of the commissions that we look to make. The smarter we are about our approach, the more we can truly influence our clients. And what is fashion if not influence?<</s>> He said. <<s Spencer>>Now, as a start, I think we better find you the best ind of clothing that you'd be wearing when greeting people.<</s>> He said. <<s Spencer>>You can learn from the way I help you try things out, learn from the encouragement and the way I speak to you as you try these out.<</s>> I listened intently, and found myself nodding my head in agreement. That sounded like a great idea. <<s Spencer>>Come, let's start off with something simple.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/bothdress-2-3.jpg">> I was quickly fitted into a dark dress, a black piece of fabric that fitted my curves perfectly, a truly alluring vision that would make any man (or woman) look twice, appreciate the curves I've put on display. <<s Spencer>>Yes, yes. This looks good on you.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't understand why I have to discard the panties while wearing this though...<</s>> Indeed, <<light Spencer>> had denied me wearing anything under the dress I currently had on, and the reason behind it still elluded me. <<s Spencer>>Underwear means bumps in the dress. Bumps means failure.<</s>> He said. I couldn't completely agree, but I was also in no position to argue, I did look good. <<s Spencer>>Let that be your first lesson, I guess.<</s>> He said, smiling. <<s Spencer>>Now, the truly important thing about getting people in clothes, is to make them feel good about themselves.<</s>> He said, going back into teaching mode. <<s Spencer>>Look at yourself in the mirror, appreciate your beauty, embrace your sexiness.<</s>> He encouraged me as he turned me towards the full-length mirror that stood in front of me, before he spoke: <<s Spencer>>As I go to bring you your next piece of clothing, one that would better fit and suit your character, embrace how it feels to be so attractive in your dress, how it feels to be a client, a person who's discovered their perfect attire. Something attractive, and that maes them look attractive. Embrace your beauty, <<print $name>>, before you can help others embrace theirs.<</s>> His encouragement still in my ear, I looked at myself in the mirror, appreciating my beauty, my curves. His guidance was heavy, inspirational. I felt myself want to discover myself more. I saw the person in the mirror move, striking poses, and embrace her inner beauty. And I mirrored her movements. He had recommended I discover myself, and I was doing so. <<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/bothdress-2-1.jpg">> <<link "He's back!">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Spencer>><</pic>> <<s Spencer>>Well, my darling, no need to go all out right here!<</s>> My mentor stated as he drew closer, holding up a dress for me to see. I quickly lowered the front of my dress, startled by his sudden appearance. //Waht went over me?// <<s Spencer>>That's what the changing rooms are for.<</s>> He said, and I wasn't entirely certain that it was a joke. <<s Spencer>>Now... Let's try out the next article of clothing. Something that suits your character much more, something that would bring out your true colors, your true self.<</s>> He stated, already handing me the outfit and ushering me along. <<s Spencer>>Just make sure you don't jill off for too long in there!<</s>> Being called out like that is so wrong... It's not like I could control it! I do look hot! <<link "Wear the next dress">><<replace "#continue">><<if $subdom lte 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/subdress-1.jpg">> I felt pretty, feminine, in my new dress. And <<light Spencer>> added to that feeling, although his words also carried with them a particularly... attractive and manipulative vibe. <<s Spencer>>A pretty dress is always important, especially for someone like you.<</s>> He spoke, <<s Spencer>>Flora recommended we try out this path for you. She saw something in you soft, pliable, submissive. And that is something to be embraced. To be enhanced, exploited.<</s>> //Exploited?// <<s Spencer>>Being exploited for our abilities and potential is nothing wrong, especially when we benefit from it, <<print $name>>. And you are so beautifully filled with potential untapped. You have what it takes to truly bring out a powerful, beguiling presence.<</s>> He said, his words truly engaging, as I listened on. <<s Spencer>>With time, you'll learn to let go, learn to listen and follow. With time, you'll grow into your true spot in society and out of it, and embrace the role you've always meant to embrace.<</s>> His words were like poison, their tone almost feminine, beguiling, engaging and seducing. I was using words of my own to describe his, and my words were equally entertaining, their rhythm and flow just as... musical as the words he used. I was aiding him in making me complacent. Maybe <<light Flora>> saw in me something that I didn't, and was simply helping me embrace my true self... <<else>><<add "subdom" 1>><<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/domdress-2.jpg">> I was hot. A hot piece of ass, attractive and seductive, the way I should always be. And I liked what I saw, a true image of seduction and feminine beauty. <<s Spencer>>Indeed, <<print $name>>, you look amazing in red. A color of passion, seduction, and feminine wile.<</s>> <<light Spencer>> further encouraged me as I looked at myself in the mirror. <<s Spencer>>Your seductive curves, attractive features, beautiful and sensual breaths... Everything about you screams strength, seduction, dominance.<</s>> He said, his voice confined to the background, as he aided me in improving my self-image. <<s Spencer>>And dominance is rewarded, people willing to listen, to follow.<</s>> He explained. <<s Spencer>>Miss Flora saw something in you, something that needs to be nurtured and grown. And through your clothing, sensuality, and following our guidance, we'll get to nurture that aspect of yourself, grow your influence and truly make you a leader among followers.<</s>> His encouragements were music to my ears, sensual potential oozing from me, calling to attention, calling for care. <</if>> <<s Spencer>>It's okay, you can play with yourself as I speak. You know you want to.<</s>> His voice encouraged me to go deeper, to sink into acceptance, a fight in me arguing on whether I should submit or control myself... <div id='choices'><<link "Try to withstand it all">><<less "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite his influence, his engaging tone, his beautiful words, I'd maintain control over myself and my reactions. Snapping out of his beguiling influence, I shook my head as I saw the person in the mirror do the same. <<s Author>>That's an exciting prospect, Spencer.<</s>> I admitted to him, <<s Author>>But I have yet much to learn, and so little time.<</s>> He smiled at me, impressed by my self control. <<s Spencer>>Indeed you do. Though that would be better left for another time.<</s>> He explained. <<s Spencer>>Let's wrap it up for today, you've done good progress.<</s>> And so, wrapping up and preparing to leave, I smiled to myself, admitting that it would have been hot to touch myself in front of the stranger, but that self-control and teasing him would be even hotter on the long run. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Embrace the feeling">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/training1-rub.mp4">> My hand drifted lower, reaching my panties, putting them aside, and playing with my nether lips, explorative, probing and eager. His words carried over, almost muffled, in my ears, as he encouraged me further and further. I cared not to be acting so clearly naughtily in front of him. He had control now, and I didn't care. His soft, alluring voice guided my actions, as I played with myself, rubbing my wet lips and enjoying the feeling of submission he'd brought out of me. <<s Spencer>>That's it. You're doing so well. Just let go.<</s>> He said. <<s Spencer>>See how easy it is to manipulate someone into enjoying themselves once they see how hot they can be? See how pliable you are being for me, you sweet innocent stupid little girl?<</s>> He said, his words a drug that kept me going. <<s Spencer>>You look so pretty like that, hand inside your dress, exploring the folds of your pussy lips, eagerly responding to my words. That's it. Let go.<</s>> //Let go... I would. For him, and <<light Flora>>, I would let it all go.// <<s Spencer>>You can finish in the changing room, <<print $name>>. I'm done.<</s>> He said, bringing me out of my reverie just enough to consider my next move. I was still horny, and I had his consent... I needed this, whether I liked it or not... Didn't I? <<link "Deal with it in the changing room">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "work/snm/training1-masturbation.mp4">> I could only play with myself, my hand rubbing my nether parts, in a public space, <<light Spencer>> knowing full well what I was doing, and not being able to stop myself from the naughtiness I was subjecting myself to. I had no control, my body working quickly to bring me to an orgasm, to bring out soft and calm moans of pleasure form me as I raced to find satisfaction. I was horny as all hell, and I could only try to bring myself to an orgasm, hidden like a truly shameful slut in her changing room, rubbing my pussy to the rhythm of my own racing heartbeat, <<light Spencer>>'s voice in my mind and <<light Flora>>'s eyes watching me in my imagination. //Fuck, this job will be a seriously deranged opportunity... And I was even encouraged to do this!// God knows what next time will bring, how many orgasms it will claim from my submissive body. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Just move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $snmtraining is 2>><<add "snmtraining" 1>><<pichalf "work/snm/training2-1.jpg">> Arriving at work today, the sight I was greeted with in the space where my trainings usually take place was quite the interesting one. <<light Spencer>>, standing in front of the mirror in a shirt and underwear, was snapping a picture of himself. A confident man, he was enjoying his time in front of the mirror, unaware of my presence. His hand drifted up and slowly unbuckled his shirt, snapping yet another picture of himself, this time, with his shirt open. <<pichalf "work/snm/training2-2.jpg">>Indeed, he was a beautiful sight, attractive and strong man with a confident attitude. But something caught my eye, something that required closer attention, despite him continuing with his photography, and despite how obvious I might be about my voyeurism. His chest... Were these scars? <div id='choices'><<link "Keep looking">><<replace "#choices">>I looked closer, trying my best to catch the scars that had made themselves apparent on his chest, an interesting and unexpected sight... <<s Spencer>>Like what you see?<</s>> He asked me, his eyes catching mine in the mirror he stood in front of. I had to admit it... <<s Author>>You're attractive.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Thank you, I know.<</s>> He turned towards me, his shirt now falling to the floor behind him. <<s Spencer>>Funny you didn't realize it sooner though...<</s>> He said, alluding to the scars on his chest. I simply nodded, agreeing to his statement. <<s Author>>It's just that you're too... Masculine.<</s>> I said. <<s Spencer>>You're cute. And you've caught me on the right days.<</s>> He explained, his hand already catching the front of his boxers, teasing me. <<s Spencer>>Now... Why don't we forego the pleasantries, and I sate your curiosity. You show me yours, I show you mine.<</s>> He said. I looked at him stunned. <<s Author>>I... I...<</s>> I was at a loss for words. <<s Spencer>>You know you want to.<</s>> He said clearly. //Dare I?// <div id='choices2'><<if $open gte 35 or $bisex gte 20>><<link "Show him mine...">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices2">><<pichalf "work/snm/training2-4.jpg">>I removed my clothes, ready to show the attractive man in front of me what I promised him. And he slowly lowered his own boxers. <<s Spencer>>Good... Show me your pussy.<</s>> He comamnded, slowly but surely taking control of this interaction. We were both feeling hot, excited, eager. I opened my legs as I played with my nipples, revealing the folds of my own pussy to him. <<pichalf "work/snm/training2-5.jpg">>He smiled as he took in how attractive I looked, and lowered his boxers entirely, going down to his knees in front of me. <<pichalf "work/snm/training2-3.jpg">>His hot body was on full display, an attractive figure with impressive masculine features. A pussy, sure, but an attitude and a stance that called for attention, powerful and courageous, confident and thrusting his genitals to the front, in an unmistakably masculine way. A truly attractive man that was turning me on, whose genitals were an addition, not a substraction to his sensuality and attractiveness. I was impressed, and my body was starting to react to his. <<pichalf "work/snm/training2-6.jpg">>My legs wide open, I stared at the handsome person in front of me as he did the same, our seduction clear but wordless. <<s Spencer>>You're hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>So are you.<</s>> He smiled at me. <<s Spencer>>You know where to find me.<</s>> He said seductively, enticingly. <<s Author>>I'll be here often.<</s>> I teased back, excited about the prospect of sharing the job with someone that attractive, of getting to know him more... intimately. <<s Spencer>>We've got a training to get to though.<</s>> He said, dismissing the potential for something happening here and now, today. //Next time... I'll get him next time, hopefully.// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show him mine" "Not open (35) or bisexual (20) enough">><</if>> <<link "Run away" "S&M">><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk more">><<replace "#choices">>I preferred not to risk it any longer, slinking away as I thought of the sight I was subject to. <<light Spencer>> is... trans? These scars are unmistakable, he's had top surgery... Though he always acts so masculine... I couldn't help but wonder how he looks like, down there. Must be interesting to be with a trans man... I wondered if it was in the books for me... //Maybe, hopefully, next time...// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $snmtraining is 3>><<add "snmtraining" 1>><<pic Spencer>><</pic>> The attractive man greeted me with a big smile at today's training session. <<s Spencer>>It's been a while.<</s>> He said as I moved closer to him, ready to learn of my new duties at the store. <<s Author>>I'm eager to learn.<</s>> His smile hid something of a deep joy, before he spoke: <<s Spencer>>Indeed...<</s>> He said, <<s Spencer>>Miss Flora has requested I test out your... Compliance levels.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Well, as already stated, we here at S&M offer an experience, not only a change of clothing. And as part of that experience, our guests might have ideas on how to take things, and on the kind of person that you are.<</s>> He explained, <<s Spencer>>I was tasked to test that out, see what there is to you and how that could be used to our benefit.<</s>> I tried to grasp what he was saying. <<s Spencer>>Basically, our clients are handsy, and you are an attractive individual. Obviously, without consent, nothing will happen. But wearing their clothing requests and allowing for a bit of a closer contact with the material you have on will help in making sales. Trust me, I know from firsthand experience.<</s>> I thought deeply about the implications of what the guy was telling me... If that was indeed the case, things are definitely much more... Hands-on than they'd let on in the first place. People expecting to be able to "touch the material", and touch me by proxy. I was basically being paid, a commission, to have people touch me. But all under the pretense of sales and a clothing store. <<s Spencer>>You'll be safe here. Miss Flora is steadfast on making sure that us as employees are never going out of our comfort zone, and all of this is further secured by the fact that we're always here for each other. Hence why I'm the one helping with your training, as we're supposed to be trusting each other should anything unwanted happen.<</s>> His explanation put me at ease as well. Additionally, the fact that the guy was trans helped me relax a bit more to the fact that he'd be with me, as his past experiences would support his protective worldview. It might be a twisted thought, but it still brought me some sort of comfort. <<s Author>>I see... What should I expect?<</s>> I asked him, willing to at least consider the whole thing. <<s Spencer>>Well, it's easy really.<</s>> He said as he moved ever closer, reminding me the closeness of our employer Miss <<light Flora>> during my "interview". <<s Spencer>>People will want to touch you, and play with you, and try out the clothing on your curves, and theirs, before they make a deicion.<</s>> He explained. <<light Spencer>> put a hand up, moving it closer to my backside. <<s Spencer>>Do I have your consent?<</s>> He asked as his hand drifted ever closer. I could only nod, eager anticipation coursing through me. He smiled as his hand landed on my ass. <<vid "work/snm/training3-groping.mp4">>I was quick to consider my next move. Should I tough it out, submit to his touch, or show him that I was one that welcomed control instead? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "Rub him back">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/training3-controlling.mp4">> My hand went down to rub my trans lover against his crotch, playing with his own genitals and controlling the movements as he grinded himself against me. <<s Author>>That's it. That's a good boy.<</s>> I said as I continued rubbing him, and he embraced the way my hand felt against him, enjoying my control over him. <<s Spencer>>Oh fuck.<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you not expect that?<</s>> I smiled at him, knowing full well he didn't anticipate me moving to the offensive that quickly. <<s Spencer>>Not at all.<</s>> He said in a moan, admitting he was caught well off guard. <<s Author>>It's okay, accept it. Take it.<</s>> I said, and continued rubbing his needy pussy, playing with his beautiful folds, enjoying his masculine features and curves, a beautiful specimen of attractive softness. His moans rose, as his underwear was pulled down, giving me free access to his folds, playing with him, enjoying the control I had. <<s Author>>Does that seem like a good way to deal with clients?<</s>> I asked. <<s Spencer>>And co-workers.<</s>> He admitted, giving me the stamp of approval I needed form him. Next time, it'll be Miss <<light Flora>> that will give me hers. <<picmid "work/snm/training3-control.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Rub him back" "Too submissive for that (10)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "Submit to him">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/training3-rubbed.mp4">> Moments later, as I moaned in eager acceptance of his touches, I found myself naked on top of him as he played with my pussy lips, rubbing me as I gave myself to him, accepting his dominant touches, and eagerly anticipating how far he could and would take me. <<s Author>>Oh fuck, this feels good!<</s>> I called out greedily. <<s Spencer>>See, service is pleasure, giving clients what they need is joy.<</s>> He expertly motivated me to give myself further to him, enjoying and embracing the control he had over me. <<s Author>>You're right!<</s>> I could only agree loudly to his statements, enjoying the way he controlled me, the was=y he made me feel, the way his body held me close, in a controlling, dominating manner. A man with power, with authority, that knew I was submissive and brought that out from me. <<s Spencer>>Understanding your client means you can bring out their true colors.<</s>> He said, <<s Spencer>>And yours are so beautifully soft and pliable.<</s>> I could only moan out in agreement, happy and eager to be summarized so beautifully, enjoying myself. <<s Spencer>>Yes... This look suits you.<</s>> He complimented me, <<s Spencer>>Good girl.<</s>> After his control, I could only imagine what Miss <<light Flora>> would have in store for me the next time I came here, one final test. <<picmid "work/snm/training3-control.jpg">> <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Submit to him" "Too dominant for that (10)">><</if>> <<link "Embrace the moment">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/training3-equality.mp4">> My hand quickly drifted on his body, embracing him as I rubbed him all over, enjoying the feel of his body on mine. While masculine, it still had soft features, ones I enjoyed playing with, as our bodies moved in tandem, in eager passion. Our cumulative moans were growing more needy, eager, wanton. <<s Spencer>>You're good at this.<</s>> He said appraisingly. <<s Author>>So are you, you know how to make a girl feel good.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>That's kind of the point of my job.<</s>> He quipped back, eliciting a monay laugh from me. I smiled wide as I embraced the moment, enjoying the feel of his body on mine, never quite going further than we have, but truly delving into the emotions and feelings that it held. <<s Author>>I understand.<</s>> <<s Spencer>>Good.<</s>> Next time, it'll be Miss <<light Flora>> making her decision on me and my ability to please her clients... <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $snmtraining is 4>><<add "snmtraining" 1>><<pic Flora>><</pic>> Once more, I was in the owner's office, talking to her about the prospects of working for her, after the time I spent learning what the job implied. I had discovered the hidden parts of the store, and was now having a final test... <<s Flora>>Seduce me.<</s>> She said. I raised an eyebrow. <<s Flora>>We sell an experience, and one that we need our clients to buy. Seduce me like you would your clients into buying a new dress.<</s>> She said. I knew that the meeting would turn sexual, but it felt like it completely rushed towards it, eager to get there and last. <<vid "work/snm/training4-teasing.mp4">> I started gyrating my hips to the rhythm of a music only I heard, hoping my sultry movements would attract the woman watching me intently. I could feel her eyes on me, her demanding glare, her beautiful and seductive breaths deep behind me. <<s Flora>>That's it, keep going, dance for me.<</s>> She said, encouraging me. <<linkreplace "Dance for her">><<vid "work/snm/training4-teasing2.mp4">>I was doing my best, trying to get her to crack, to lose herself, to move towards me and embrace me. <<s Author>>Is this good?<</s>> <<s Flora>>Satisfactory.<</s>> She said, <<s Flora>>But you can do better.<</s>> I knew this game, this back and forth. She wanted to push me towards a more... pliable state. And part of me was so close to falling for it before I made myself aware of the stakes. Was I willing to lose myself so entirely, just for the chance to work for her? Was there any shame in doing so? There was only us here... I continued my dancing, thinking of what can and should be done to appease my employer... <<s Flora>>Let go.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Let go">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I give up, I'm too weak.<</s>> <<s Flora>>Good girl.<</s>> In mere moments, she was all over me, her fingers inside as she held me against the wall. <<vid "work/snm/training4-submission.mp4">> <<s Flora>>You'll make a fine addition to our ranks, you desperate girl. Even if you're too feeble minded to stand up to me, I'll make sure you understand your place.<</s>> There was some sort of disappointment in her tone, as if she had wanted me to last longer, fight more... But I was just too weak to stand up to her, too eager to fail, and she'd noticed it. <<s Flora>>Even if you are such a flagrant submissive, we'll still make something of use out of you.<</s>> She claimed as she brought me to my first orgasm of the afternoon. I was hers to mold and shape. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hold on">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>I wouldn't succumb so easily to her beguiling influence, and she'd know that I was not so easily manipulated as she'd hoped. <<s Author>>Do you not want the show to last?<</s>> I asked her teasingly. <<s Flora>>You're missing out.<</s>> She said. I turned to look at her, and understood what she meant by her words. <<vid "work/snm/training4-her.mp4">> My employer was wearing the sexiest, most beautifully revealing lingerie in the shop, a true vision of perfect feminine beauty, and one I couldn't help but admire. <<s Author>>Woah.<</s>> Indeed, the sight in front of me would demand a stunned appreciation from me, as I saw her beautiful body on display like that in front of me. <<s Flora>>Like what you see?<</s>> I could feel myself weaken at the knees as I saw the beautiful sight in front of me, a primal urge inside of me wanting to succumb to her seduction, to admit defeat at her powerful and dominating beauty. I knew that my fate held in the balance, and I knew that she was expecting a particular reaction from me... I didn't know if I had the courage to offer that to her... <<s Flora>>Submit, and you'll be rewarded with a taste.<</s>> She demanded. My decision was made. <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "I will not falter, I will seduce her.">><<add 'subdom' 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "work/snm/training4-dominance.mp4">> <<s Author>>The thing about my seduction, Flora, is that one does not notice they had been seduced until it's too late.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Your clients will doon to find out about that fact, but so will you.<</s>> I said, my confidence giving her halt as she looked at me and studied what my words meant. She looked confused. <<s Author>>Confusion is often the first step intoa change in dynamics, in any realtionship. Your clients will come here confused, not knowing what to wear, at a loss for what clothes would suit them best.<</s>> I explained, and she noticed herself listening intently to my explanations, as if listening to a speech, a scripture being shared. Law. <<s Author>>In their search for answrs, women often latch onto the first sourc they can find. And that's me. My words. My seductive curves. They look to me as authority, as someone who knows what's best.<</s>> I allowed my tone to turn slightly musical, playful, a beguiling influence that was slowly making itself apparent, seepng into her mind and shifting her focus to my mouth and words. <<s Author>>I know you imagined that with my age I'd be a blank slate ready to be roped into whatever influence you had imagined for me, but I have to warn you that this train of thought is erroneous, filled with loopholes and wandering, winding paths.<</s>> My words took their time, seductive and long, playful as they went out of my mouth, made their way to her ears. I had slowly moved closer to her, yet she didn't react or move in a defensive stance. <<s Author>>In these couple of weeks, I learned a lot about myself, but I also learned a lot about this place, women, you. And you, Flora, are in desperate need of someone to help you relax, to help you embrace a calmer, more rewarding time. I can offer you that.<</s>> I continued my seduction, <<s Author>>Only if you let me.<</s>> She nodded, <<s Flora>>Yes...<</s>> <<s Author>>I need to hear it from you.<</s>> Beautiful anticipation permeated the air between us. She was so close... <<s Flora>>You have the job, in time...<</s>> She slowly shook out of it. Her will was strong, and I knew one time will not be enough. I was willing to play the long game. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I will not falter" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "Submit.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "work/snm/training4-submission.mp4">><<s Author>>Please... I'm all yours.<</s>> I said, surprising myself with how desperate I was for her to take control of me. I needed her to show me my place, and in mere moments, she was doing just that, having pushed me against the wall and her fingers having found their way into my needy, wet cunt. <<s Flora>>What a good, submissive girl.<</s>> She teased, smiling at my absolute submission. And I enjoyed it jsut as much, this feeling of defeat a beautiful drug that I fully embraced. My owner, I mean employer - fuck, had me in the palm of her hand, and I could only moan in response, eager to ave her completely control my body the way she deserved it. <<s Author>>Fuck... I'm all yours.<</s>> I claimed. <<s Flora>>Indeed you are, and with time, you'll learn to enjoy and embrace it, you naughty little dumb slut.<</s>> Her words of praise were laced with insults that were just as beautiful to my ears. The humiliation of the moment was fantastic, indeed the sharp pain of her words mixed with the beautiful feeling of being so cherished by her at the same time, pushing me to moan out and embrace this submissive feeling that was taking a deadly grip on my psyche. I was so eagerly submissive, and I loved it. And it seemed she loved it too. <<s Flora>>Your reward.<</s>> She claimed as she opened her legs. <<vid "work/snm/training4-eatingout.mp4">> I rushed to eat her out, eager to please beyond words. <<s Flora>>How pretty. I can see you turning into a true submissive pet, with time...<</s>> She said, her tease absolutely thrilling, doing something unsaid to me... A huge part of me truly wanted that destiny, really anticipated that future... Did I want to lose it all for her? Would she be so manipulative and demanding that I'd offer her myself like that? Only time would tell, but what I knew for now was that her control, her juices, her cunt, was absolutely addictive, and I had just gotten my first true hit of the tasty drug that she'd offered me. I equally dreaded and anticipated the future in which my owner - employer - would turn me into her obedient pet employee... <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $snmtraining gte 5>><<add "snmtraining" 1>><<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "Working at S&M">> Now that my training is passed and <<light Flora>> is convinced with my presence here, I can get to actual work at the beautiful clothing store. <<link "What happens today?" "S&M Work Main">><</link>><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "Working at S&M">> <center><<if $evasub gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Evasub 30") is 0>><<link "Eva's here!" "S&M Eva Sub">><<pickup $friendsevents "Evasub 30" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Eva Needs to grow more submissive">><</if>> <<if $Leo gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("S&M Leo Mother 1") is 0>><<link "Is that Maria?" "S&M Leo Mother 1">><<pickup $friendsevents "S&M Maria 1" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Grow closer to Leo (35)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Dom 30") is 0>><<link "A peculiar client" "S&M Dominant 30">><<pickup $friendsevents "Dom 30" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Grow more dominant (30)">><</if>> <<if $bbcworld gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("BBCWorld 25") is 0>><<link "A peculiar client" "S&M BBCWorld 25">><<pickup $friendsevents "BBCWorld 25" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Promote Diversity (25)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex 20") is 0>><<link "Following my urges" "S&M Bisex 1">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex 20" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Be more bisexual (20)">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex 30") is 0>><<link "Embracing my urges" "S&M Bisex 2">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex 30" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Be more bisexual (30)">><</if>> <<if $Yara gte 62 and $yaraevent is 5>><<link "Yara is visiting" "Yara Event 6">><<add "yaraevent" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Event" "Grow closer to Yara (62)">><</if>> <<dark "Visit Spencer" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">> | <<dark "Visit Flora" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">> or, alternatively, if I have nothing to do: <<link "Only work normally" "S&M">><</link>></center>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<pic Maria>><</pic>> <<light Leo>>'s mother, <<light Maria>>, was currently in the store, walking in while she looked around, appraising the location. I approached. <<s Author>>Miss Maria! It's good to see you here!<</s>> <<s Maria>>Oh please just call me Maria. You work here, <<print $name>>?<</s>> I nodded. <<s Maria>>Good, I'll need your help with something.<</s>> She said. <<link "Help her.">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "work/snm/leo-mother1.jpg">> The attractive lady was been dressed in an interesting attire, a beautiful showy black bra and a sultry flowery almost see-through top. <<s Author>>That's it, embrace the clothing, enjoy the way it feels on you, the softness of the material. Clothing is not only for functionality. If we are comfortable in it, we have power in our interactions. All of our interactions.<</s>> I encouraged her. <<picmid "work/snm/leo-mother3.jpg">>She had followed my request, flashing her curves even more, enjoying the way she looked, embracing her appearance. <<s Author>>Yes! That's it!<</s>> I continued encouraging her, and she embraced that attention with stride. <<s Maria>>I have to admit, you're right, these do look good on me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't forget the shorts!<</s>> I reminded her. Listening to me, she turned to contemplate her ass in the really short shorts I had chosen for her. <<pichalf "work/snm/leo-mother2.jpg">> And she looked really hot in them, her whole outfit really matching together. <<s Author>>You look really good, Maria!<</s>> I propped her up, and she embraced the positive attention. <<s Maria>>I really like it. Even though I'm used to black clothing much more.<</s>> She claimed. I thought to myself. <<s Author>>Maybe we can do something about that, even if what you're wearing is pretty good on its own.<</s>> I brought her yet another outfit to try out. <<picmid "work/snm/leo-mother4.jpg">>In her black leather jacket, <<light Maria>> looked even better, more confident in her appearance, and a more attractive presence. She even embraced the feeling of the new clothing much better. <<s Author>>Looking good!<</s>> <<s Maria>>I know! Black is better!<</s>> She said. Did I want to encourage that statement? Or did I want to bring her back to the feminine, more flowery outfits? I knew the decision would be but a small push in the direction I'd hope for her, but would still place the groundwork for it... <div id='choices'><<link "Feminine flowers suit you better.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom Lesbo" 1>><<add "money" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "work/snm/leomother-choice1.jpg">> <<s Author>>I have to be honest though, being surrounded by femininity is a better look for you.<</s>> I said, moving close and talking close, as she looked back at me, intrigued. <<s Author>>You have a lot of beautiful feminine potential, and a physique that welcomes it, it's a shame not to make use of that.<</s>> She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Maria>>You might be right in what you're saying, <<print $name>>. I've always been drawn to... Femininity.<</s>> There it was, that feeling that I've always felt permeated the air beneath all our interactions. That odd, calm and silently thrilling emotion that was always in the background there. <<s Author>>I'm glad to hear that, to see that you see it that way.<</s>> I said, close by her, the tension clear. And one that I learned would help sell. One that I learned is expected of me. <<s Maria>>I think I'll get that one then.<</s>> She said, pointing to the floral clothing. I smiled. Sex does sell, and it seems that <<light Maria>> is more sexual than expected... <<link "Move Along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Black is always better">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom BBC" 1>><<add "money" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "work/snm/leomother-choice1.jpg">> I had to agree with her statement, and even one-up her. <<s Author>>Black is always better.<</s>> I said. <<s Maria>>Don't I know it!<</s>> She quipped back, her enthusiasm about this slightly alarming. I decided not to judge her for it, but embrace her slip up, as a good saleswoman should. <<s Author>>It's slimming, holds your correctly, and leaves you satisfied.<</s>> <<light Maria>> looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. <<s Maria>>That's true, black always makes me feel small and safe.<</s>> Oh the double entendre was clear. And even clearer was the revelation that indeed, <<light Maria>> has been dabbling in black, trying it out for size. And enjoying its size. <<s Author>>We both know which one you'll choose, don't we?<</s>> <<s Maria>>I'll always choose black.<</s>> She claimed, to my great joy. I was legitimately impressed by her confidence regarding this topic. <<link "Move Along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $open gte 40>><<link "Why not both?">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo Mom BBC" 1 "Leo Mom Lesbo" 1>><<add "money" 60>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "work/snm/leomother-choice1.jpg">> <<s Author>>While I have to admit that black is always better, it must be said that femininity also suits you, Maria.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You're too pretty to be hold down by one concept and one style... of clothing.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s mother looked at me with a slight, pretty smile, and decided to engage in teh flirtatious conversation I had initiated. <<s Maria>>Black always made me feel slim, attractive, safe.<</s>> She said, <<s Maria>>But I cannot deny to be attracted to femininity, it's pretty and soft and oh so fulfilling.<</s>> I smiled at her, unable to contain the smirk that had grown, as I decided to speak again. <<s Author>>Best of both worlds.<</s>> <<s Maria>>And only the best. I'll take both.<</s>> She said. I smiled to myself. //What a fantastic development that is!// <<link "Move Along" "S&M">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Why not both?" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "Working at S&M">> As I started my job today, I noticed the entrance of a particularly interesting individual, a young female that was not part of our school, attractive in appearance and a bit out of place. <<s Spencer>>A free bird.<</s>> My co-worker stated, seeing the same person, and ushering me to take care of her, an easy target to practice my persuation skills on. <<s Author>>Hello there!<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>How may I help you?<</s>> Her shyness was cute, as she stumbled with her words trying to explain the reason behind her visit. There was something undeniably attractive about someone so innocent, so pure. <<s Author>>Worry not, I've got you babe.<</s>> I said as I brought her to a different room, only the two of us there. <<s Author>>Off with the baggy dress, let us see what we're working with.<</s>> I requested nonchalantly, not to put her at an unease. <<s stranger>>I don't know if I... Can't you do it without?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey don't worry. It's just us girls here, you are safe.<</s>> I said. When I noticed that there was hesitation on her part, I figured there was only one way to truly make her relax... <<linkreplace "Take off my own bottoms">><<pichalf "work/snm/my-clothing/domdress-1.jpg">>I stood in front of her in a vulnerable position myself, enticing her to join me. It didn't take long for her to do the same, in her underwear as well and a vision of beauty that tried to match my own. The confidence I held was not translated in her own position and appearance, a prey in front of my predatorial glances. And someone I was interested in seducing. She was too sweet to pass under my radar, wasn't she? <<vid "work/snm/dom30-start.mp4">> I slowly pushed her against a wall, my breath shallow as she let out a sudden gasp. <<s Author>>Let's truly see what we're working with.<</s>> I whispered to her as I felt her breath heavy on mine, equally eager but hesitant. <<s stranger>>Is this usual?<</s>> She asked, her whisper a bare breath. I could concentrate on the sale, on the clothing side of the business, or I could concentrate on what it took to make her truly satisfied with her experience. Yet a part of me knew what it wanted to do, how it wanted this to go. The dominant side of me saw someone eager to be dominated, controlled, and wanted to fulfill that need in her. And I wouldn't let that opportunity pass up just like that, would I? <div id='choices'><<link "Clothes off">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<vid "work/snm/dom30-takeoff.mp4">> Pushed down, the girl didn't argue as I worked on removing her hoodie, revealing no bra underneath. <<s Author>>How naughty of you, no bra!<</s>> I said teasingly as she merely moaned out in acceptance. <<s stranger>>I... I didn't expect to be changing in front of you.<</s>> She said. I laughed. <<s Author>>No one does, until they just embrace it. Why don't you?<</s>> <<s stranger>>It's not you... It's just that I've never been with anyone like that...<</s>> She hesitantly said. <<s Author>>Am I your first?<</s>> I asked her. She nodded. <div id='choices2'><<link "Let's show her what she's been missing out on.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/dom30-push.mp4">> The taste of her lips on mine, the fact that this was an innocent soul that I was corrupting... It was a beautiful drug to me, as I kissed her with passion and intensity. Her moans, first of stunned protest, quickly turned into appreciative encouragements, as she panted in between kisses. <<s stranger>>Oh fuck...<</s>> My hand had drifted lower to explore her lower folds, spreading her pussy lips and inserting myself, slowly and expertly thrusting my fingers into her. <<s Author>> Like that, you virgin slut?<</s>> I asked, using just the naughty words needed to put her in the right mood. The power I felt over her was intoxicating, the feeling of control, the naughtiness of it all. A beautiful, fulfilling feeling, one of true domination. And she truly submitted to me, eventually being easy enough to twist and turn to my liking, and bring to a powerful orgasm to my whims. I revelled in the sense of control I felt, and knew that this was a feeling I'd continue to seek, especially with innocent individuals like her, especially with people so soft and pliable. //Dominating people came naturally to me, and I'd naturally make them come time and time again for me.// <<vid "work/snm/dom30-final.mp4">> <<link "Move along" "S&M">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not push her too far.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I figured, with such vulnerability, that this person is too weak of a person to conquer. <<s Author>>I see. I don't want to push you too far. I am a stranger after all.<</s>> I said to her. Her mouth slightly agape, trying to control her breath, she simply nodded, appreciative of my self-control. <<s stranger>>I... Thank you.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Can't promise that it would remain to be the case next time you visit us.<</s>> I teased her, a smirk on my face letting her know I was still being playful about it. <<s stranger>>Fair warning.<</s>> She stated back, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Come on, let's find you something that suits your body and character.<</s>> I said to her, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the racks of options. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk it.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I relaxed my stance, taking control of my emotions, and rather concentrating on the job I had at hand. <<s Author>>Let's get you in something sexier, shall we?<</s>> I said as I moved away to get her the right clothes. I'd do my job, and get paid well for it. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 50>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Author>>A few new articles of clothing... Why not!<</s>> I led my friend deeper into the store, happy to be serving her today instead of a stranger that I barely knew. And I knew my friend well, knew the kind of things that she'd like to try out and show off. <<s Author>>Off with your clothes!<</s>> I said as we reached a private room. <<picmid "work/snm/eva-undies.jpg">>Without thought, <<light Eva>> stripped to her underwear, providing an attractive sight I did not expect. <<s Author>>Oh that was fast!<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Oh... Was I supposed to argue against you?<</s>> She asked, thoughtful. Even if I expected more drawback against my request, part of me understood why she'd be so compliant. She'd been growing more accepting and pliable with recent weeks, as if more in tune with a truer, more submissive self. <<s Author>>No. Following orders suits you.<</s>> I said, smiling at her. She could only nod, accepting my claim. She was submissive indeed, but was no longer fighting against it. Moments later, I'd given her a beautiful pink sweater to try out. <<s Eva>>Oh I like that!<</s>> <<s Author>>Turn around, show me how it looks like from behind.<</s>> I ordered her. She quickly complied. <<vid "work/snm/evasub-asstease.mp4">> Showing off her beautiful curves, my friend was smiling back at me, enjoying the attention. <<s Author>>Good... You look really good.<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>You think so?<</s>> She asked, looking for my guidance. <<s Author>>I know so.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Okay, I'll buy it.<</s>> //Easiest sale so far!// <div id='choices'><<link "Convince her to buy more">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/evasub-bikini.mp4">> A sultry character, attractive and naughty, stood in front of me, twirling and showing herself off. It was so easy to convince <<light Eva>> to buy more and more. And after all, it was her parents' money that she was spending, so I didn't entirely feel bad about it. With the commission I was receiving from all the sales, it felt like I was reaping the rewards of the work I've put in, in helping my friend grow more submissive. Though part of me was hesitant about it... Was her submissiveness putting her in danger from people, other than me, that would see themselves abuse her trust? I was good, they might not be, right? <<s Eva>>If you say so, I guess I can buy all of those.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, Eva, you need a change of wardrobe!<</s>> Okay, I might not be the most honest and straightforward person to have ever existed, but I'm hurting no one, right? Fuck it, the money explains it all. And <<light Eva>> likes it. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 60>><<if $evamessagepre is 0>><<set $evamessagepre to 10>><</if>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "That's more than enough sales. Better not abuse my friend's submissiveness" "S&M">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "money" 20>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "Working at S&M">> It's not always that people come in knowing exactly what they want of me. But when they do, they come in powerful, dominant, in control. And the stranger that walked in today, while approached by <<light Spencer>>, took one look at me, and claimed me as her assistant for the day: <<s Tarnipp>>Her. I want her.<</s>> As I moved closer to discern who it was exactly that had requested my help, I was stunned to see a familiar face. <<pic Tarnipp>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Ms. Tarnipp. It's good to see you!<</s>> I said to her. <<s Tarnipp>>Likewise, <<print $name>>,<</s>> She smiled, <<s Tarnipp>>Though I do not have time for pleasantries. Come.<</s>> This time, she was the one to lead me into a different room, a changing room. It seems like she was a regular of this place before her momentary absence from classes, with the way she just knew where to go and the clothing she wanted. Eventually, she paused as she looked at me. <<s Tarnipp>>You know... I think today I might need more of you.<</s>> She said. I was all ears, her confident attitude truly roping me in. <<s Tarnipp>>I'll only say it once, as I'm in a particular mood. You take it or you leave it, but either way you only have one chance for it.<</s>> She prepared, before continuing, <<s Tarnipp>>I've been feeling... Thirsty lately. Dominant thirsty, looking for someone to appease my racial anger thirsty... And from your activism, I know tou're someone that would do anything to make sure that dues are paid and equality is embraced.<</s>> I listened intently to what her proposal truly was. <<s Tarnipp>>So, the deal is simple. You serve me and pay your respects, no one finds out, and I buy these clothes we've gathered. Or... You lose that chance to serve my superior body, I leave here having bought nothing, and you're left wishing you had the pleasure of serving me. What will it be?<</s>> It was quite the proposal... Did I want to be involved with my professor like that? And get paid for it? And embrace that... racial play that she mentioned? And enjoy myself in this lesbian potential? Or lose it all for nothing, not fulfill my duty as a shopkeep, or a white woman? Was I truly willing to get involved with her like that? //How could I not be?// <div id='choices'><<link "I cannot pass up that opportunity!">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/bbcworld25-1.mp4">> In as much time as it takes to say it, <<light Tarnipp>> was all over me, her lips clashing against mine as she played with my pussy, both of us naked as the day we were born, and openly enjoying each other's bodies. <<s Tarnipp>>That's it... That's a good white girl.<</s>> The racial play was not lost on me, as my professor embraced her dominant role and toyed with me the way she liked to, eagerly controlling the action. And I embraced her eagerness, enjoying being touched. Granted, I was being paid for it, but money didn't truly matter. I was enjoying myself, especially with such an attractive woman, and such a confident seduction and rubbing. She knew what she was doing, and what she was doing was bringing me intense pleasure. <<s Tarnipp>>You like that?<</s>> She asked me, <<s Tarnipp>>You like someone playign with you and bringing you pleasure, controlling your breathing, your movements?<</s>> She said, pointing out the attention she was giving me and the amount of control she was truly exerting over my body. I might be the one receiving that beautiful, delectable pleasure, but I was also the one being dictated how much and how intently I was to be pleasured. It was a weird dichotomy that I couldn't ignore, but openly accepted - for now. <<s Tarnipp>>Would you not want to pay it back, offer me pleasure as well?<</s>> She asked me teasingly, her fingers' intensity subsiding just a bit, her stare intense as she looked at me moaning with anticipation, with need. <<s Tarnipp>>Would you not like to offer me the pleasure I've already offered you, white girl?<</s>> Again, the racial play was soft, toyful, but carried with it a certain intensity. <<s Author>>Yes please...<</s>> I heard myself whisper, enjoying the way she'd slowly seduced me in this position. <<s Tarnipp>>How much do you want it? How much do you crave to please me?<</s>> She was now barely playing with me, she was now demanding I give an answwer, demanding I play into her hands. How desperate was I? How submissive did I feel? How much did I truly want it? <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "Not as desperate as you are to please me">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "work/snm/bbcworld25-2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Not as desperate as you are to please me.<</s>> As I called her bluff, my professor lowered herself to lick and suck my boobs, bringing me pleasure renewed, concentrating on them to offer me the pleasure I seeked. <<s Tarnipp>>Indeed, watching you squirm under me is absolutely tasteful. A truly erotic sight.<</s>> She described before she returned to her sucking. A philosophy teacher in her space, she definitely must be thinking of the beautiful repercussions of this whole thing, as she vowed to use me as she saw fit yet was satisfied with bringing me pleasure herself, to see me accept her activity, but also be the one benefiting from it. As she noticed just how much she was losing by serving me like that, I decided to push her back into her subservient character. <<s Author>>It's okay, just do as you were meant to.<</s>> I said, enough to put her back in the docile state she had started to embrace. How beautiful and satifying it is to have one's professor serving them, regardless of their race or gender. But one cannot deny that they both carried a personal thrill to them. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 60>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Not as desperate as you are to please me" "Too submissive for that (10)">><</if>> <<link "Please, let me please you!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "work/snm/bbcworld25-3.mp4">>I really wanted to offer pelasure to my professor, and found myself almost begging for the chance to do so, just like she wanted me to. <<s Author>>Please... Let me please you!<</s>> <<s Tarnipp>>I didn't quite catch that?<</s>> Despite her words, she already had me on my knees in front of her. <<s Author>>Please, let me taste you.<</s>> I made my begging clear, my desperation getting the best of me. <<s Tarnipp>>Here's your reward, white girl.<</s>> She said as she pushed her cunt against my face, as I eagerly lapped up everything I could, everything she would offer me. And I enjoyed it a lot, truly embracing this position, no matter how subservient it was. I was pleasing a black goddess, and she was enjoying my service. A truly beautiful day! <<s Tarnipp>>That's it, keep it going, you white whore. I'm close.<</s>> She had no regards for my own pleasure anymore, as it should be. I begged to be used, and I was being used, and I was enjoying it so much. I moaned onto her cunt as she held me down, cumming on my face. True and unmatched pleasure! <<s Tarnipp>>Well deserved reward, I'm buying everything.<</s>> She said I couldn't help but smile through the cunt juices that covered my face. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 60>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "I'll pay you my commission, please!">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "work/snm/bbcworld25-2.mp4">> As she played with my boobs, finally enticing me further, something in me cracked. I faltered beyond words, beyond logic, and just gave myself to the stupidity that I was eager to embrace. <<s Author>>Please! Please! I'll give you a discount on all your items. My own commission! I want to serve! Please let me serve your superior goddess body!<</s>> I claimed, clammored, for her sexual sapphic attention. I needed it beyond words, and my continued whimpering made it clear. <<s Tarnipp>>Goddam, I broke her!<</s>> She said, a sadistic smile appearing on her face. <<s Tarnipp>>Then fucking serve me, eat my cunt for money you dumb White slut.<</s>> <<vid "work/snm/bbcworld25-3.mp4">> She turned evil, her hand grabbing the back of my neck as she pushed me against her. <<s Author>>Thank y-<</s>> My words were muffled by her taste pussy, pushing against me, damdning queer attention. Attention I was eager to offer it. I wanted to serve, and I'd serve, and I'd enjoy it, and I'd get my money's worth in submissive embrace. I felt myself dampen even without a touch, my eagerness to debase myself to the superior black goddess bringing me absolute pleasure, and closer than ever to a hands-free orgasm. <<s Tarnipp>>Who'd have thought you dumb white bitch would be such a big, desperate cunt-muncher!? Maybe you don't deserve my cunt..<</s>> She said with an evil smile, words that pushed me to greater heights to serve her deeper and more desperately. She deserved pleasure, all of my money, everything, and I'd give it to her. And I came as she did, without a touch, from the simple thought that I'd offered her ultimate pleasure. <<s Tarnipp>>Worth the money?<</s>> She asked. I could only nod. //More than worth it.// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll pay you my commission, please!" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "She's not my flavor of black tastiness." "S&M">><<less "open" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><</link>></div>

<<pic Sasha>><</pic>> The beautiful trans woman, <<light Sasha>>, who I'd usually find in the library, was visiting S&M, a welcome surprise. <<s Author>>I think this dress will suit you perfectly.<</s>> <<picmid "work/snm/bisex20-1.jpg">>I was getting better at my job, and my choice in clothing was translating that directly. <<light Sasha>> was enjoying herself, happy with the sexy dress I had decided for it. <<s Sasha>>I'm actually looking for more than a dress.<</s>> She said. I was listening. <<s Sasha>>I'm looking for lingerie, something that I can wear to boost my social media presence.<</s>> <<s Author>>For social media?<</s>> I asked. <<s Sasha>>What can I say, sex sells!<</s>> She claimed, laughing her sweet laugh. <<s Author>>I guess so...<</s>> <<pichalf "work/snm/bisex20-2.jpg">>She looked really attractive in her new lingerie, a black seductive vision of beauty, and an attractive bulge tied to it. <<s Sasha>>Yeah that definitely works.<</s>> She said, looking at herself in from all angles, enjoying her appearance. <<s Author>>You look good.<</s>> <<s Sasha>>I'll quickly make the money back.<</s>> I was intigued. <<s Sasha>>Oh it's very easy, people would pay money to see what's beneath the dress, and I'll get a huge amount of money, paying back what I'm spending here very easily.<</s>> It was an interesting prospect indeed. And her femininity was alluring, I could see why someone would want to pay to see more of that. <<s Sasha>>I can see you like the idea.<</s>> She accurately claimed. <<s Author>>Well you are pretty...<</s>> I said. Slowly, without me truly noticing it, <<light Sasha>> started removing her clothes, laying herself bare to my eyes. <<s Sasha>>Does it mean you'd pay for it?<</s>> She teased, her seductive smirk appearing once more. <<s Author>>I w-<</s>> I couldn't really argue against it. I wouldn't really pay, but she was attractive... <<picmid "work/snm/bisex20-3.jpg">>Very attractive. <<s Sasha>>See something you like?<</s>> She teased, and I could see from the rise and fall of her chest that she was just as turned on from this as I was. <<s Sasha>>Maybe you should pay for the chance to keep seeing me, or being with me...<</s>> She teased. <<s Sasha>>Don't you want to?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -10>><<link "I'm not paying, I'm taking.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/bisex20-kissing.mp4">> A predator on the prowl, I have <<light Sasha>> on her back in mere moments, kissing her lips and touching her all over, her moans stolen in my own mouth. <<s Sasha>>Oh fuck...<</s>> She barely could say in between kisses. <<s Author>>I've got you caught.<</s>> I said, teasingly. She smiled at me, grasping for another kiss. I moved back for a bit, to show her I was in control here and now. And she moaned out in desperation. <<s Author>>Be thankful I'm not making you pay for me.<</s>> I said, turning the tables on her. Our heavy make-out session left us both panting, eager for the next time the circumstances allowed for a sexcapade like this one. <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "money" 30>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm not paying, I'm taking." "Too submissive for that.">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 10>><<link "Sure, I'll pay... Whatever she wants.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/snm/bisex20-nude.jpg">> I don't know what came over me, my eagerness and submissiveness too strong to be denied, as I looked at the attractive trans woman in front of me, already bare and tasty-looking. <<s Author>>I... I'd pay for it.<</s>> She smiled, knwoing she had caught on to my submissive nature and had me right where she needed me. <<s Sasha>>You'll give me a discount on the clothes, right? You want to help my social media goals, don't you?<</s>> //There goes my commission, I guess...// <<s Author>>Yes. I'll make it work.<</s>> I whispered, unable to keep my eyes off her. <<s Sasha>>I'll allow you to watch.<</s>> She said, putting on a seductive show that I thirsted for. <<s Sasha>>Look, don't touch.<</s>> Her teasing was expertly, as she played with her beautiful queer curves, a true vision of beauty. <<vid "work/snm/bisex20-alone.mp4">> //Had I become so submissive that I am okay just watching, and effectively paying for it even?// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Sure, I'll pay... Whatever she wants." "Too dominant for that (10)">><</if>> <<link "Leave her hanging.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/snm/bisex20-nude.jpg">> <<s Author>>I appreciate the offer, but I don't think this is the right thing to do.<</s>> I said to her, turning her down. She frowned, but I could see that she was turned on. The thrill of the chase would be better than the reward itself coming too soon, no? <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 30>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "work/snm/bisex30-couple.jpg">>A lovely couple had arrived to our store, female lovers that didn't shy away from showing each other affection, and that were looking for new outfits to enjoy. <<s Yara>>Lisa and I are looking for something that shows people we belong together. That we're a unit.<</s>> The more outgoing one said, taking the lead in this interaction. I went about getting them what they had requested. The sight I came back to gave me little thrills down below... <<vid "work/snm/bisex30-kiss.mp4">> A beautiful kiss, shared by these two attractive women, stopped me dead in my tracks as I looked at the beautiful sight that unfolded in front of me. Eventually, kisses subsiding, they turned to me. <<s Yara>>We thought you were lost, turns out you were only a naughty girl!<</s>> The more dominant one spoke again. Laughing at the situation, I handed them the clothes they had chosen. <<s Yara>>Come, let's try them out.<</s>> One leading the other, the two lovers headed for the large changing room to try out the new clothes. And they took time. And more time... And even more time... //They probably got distracted with each other's hot bodies...// <div id='continue'><<link "Check up on them">><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#continue">><<vid "work/snm/bisex30-voyeur.mp4">>The sight that greeted me was a beautiful one, sexy women engaged in loving... domination and submission. There waas a truly kinky aspect to this whole engagement, the interaction naughty not only for the queerness of it, or for the exchange of power involved, but even more for its publicity. While silent, the image was striking, the submissive's moans barely contained, soft whimpers of pain and pleasure. If the earlier kiss held me in a chokehold, this time I was beyond frozen, taken by this beautiful erotic sight in front of me, eager to join but afraid to do anything that might stop it. <<s Yara>>Why don't you join us, sexy?<</s>> The dominant's voice shook me out of my stupor, as I noticed her looking at me, still playing with her submissive, not allowing her to hide herself from my sight. While she was caught in her web, I was considering what could be the best way to approach this situation. Did I want to join? What would happen if I did? Sex, obviously, but what kind? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte -15>><<link "I wouldn't mind having them both please me">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/bisex30-domme.mp4">> Their tongues on me, serving me together, beautful lesbian couple looking to enjoy me and each other, was a real joy, their activities bringing me closer to an orgasm I had not been expecting to have this day. <<s Author>>That's it...<</s>> I praised them, enjoying their collective subservience, their needy lapping, their loving embraces, and the looks they gave each other, enjoying the whole situation and the fact that they were sharing this experience with one another. A beautifully queer experience, I couldn't deny that having these two sexy women between my legs was a fantastic feeling, and one that I thoroughly enjoyed. <<s Author>>You're so good.<</s>> My praise pushed them to serve me better, which in turn made them better in their activities. <<s Yara>>Cum for us.<</s>> The supposedly dominant one begged, and with time, got her reward, fighting her partner over the juices that flowed out of me. I moaned out in appreciation, enjoying their subservience greatly. <<s Author>>I love this job.<</s>> I said to myself as I recovered from the beautiful orgasm that coursed through me. //How could I have ever believed that I am not queer?// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 40>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I wouldn't mind having them both please me" "Too submissive for that (15)">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte 15>><<link "She is so seductive, I have to join...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/bisex30-subme.mp4">> In no time, they both had completely taken over, displacing my clothing and placing me between them, one whispering in my ear while the other pleased me, or rather, forced pleasure out of me. I was being manipulated, controlled, and enjoyed in every which way they desired, and I had no problem with that dual control that they exhibited. <<s Yara>>That's it, let go and let us enjoy you. Lick her harder, Lisa!<</s>> Surely, the dominant whispering sweet nothings in my ear was still in control of this whole situation, telling her partner what to do to me, but I kenw that I was at the bottom of the food chain here, a toy between their expert hands. <<s Yara>>You like that? You like losing control for more dominant people? You like her lips on your needy snatch, you sexy submissive dyke?<</s>> Every word was like sweet poison in my ears, a tingling sensation left after it had coursed through me and registered in my mind, an insult laced with pleasure, that humiliated just like it rewarded my warped senses and needs. I needed to show them how much I was enjoying this. I needed to succumb, embrace and enjoy the pleasure. And I would, moaning out in appreciation, enjoying the beautiful sensations. <<light Spencer>>, in another room, probably knew what was happening here... But it had always been an agreement to not mention what happened between closed doors to one another. And to enjoy these moments to their fullest extent, as I was made to enjoy them now. Made to, forced to, pushed beyond my normal mental capacities, and embracing it fully and undeniably. <<s Yara>>That's it. Cum for me, slut. Cum for us.<</s>> Her whispers were imbued with honey. <<s Yara>>Make her cum and you'll get to cum tonight, pet.<</s>> She ordered her submissive, who lapped up my juices like her life depended on it. <<s Author>>Oh fuckkkkk...<</s>> My orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, equally enthused about the fact that their sub-dom dynamic was even more kinky than I had imagined, and by the fact that I was but a tool for their equal seduction. A way for the submissive to prove herself. Indeed, I was low in this interaction, and was brought even lower with the orgasm that washed through me, completely draining me. //How absolutely delectable to lose yourself like that!// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 40>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "She is so seductive, I have to join..." "Too dominant for that (15)">><</if>> <<link "I'm fine only watching...">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "work/snm/bisex30-watching.mp4">> I froze, and watched as the dominant shrugged her shoulders as she looked at my inaction. <<s Yara>>Some people just don't have it in them, I suppose.<</s>> She teased, before her attention turned towards her own submissive. <<s Yara>>That doesn't mean you have to forego your duty. Suck.<</s>> Moments later, the submissive had knelt between her dominant's open legs, and was lapping up at her cunt, trying to provide her as much pleasure as she could. <<s Yara>>Watch and learn, shopkeep.<</s>> And watch I did, unable to take my eyes off the beautiful scene that unfolded in front of me, my eyes wide with amazed appreciation. The beautiful babes and their perfect bodies moving in such sultry and exciting motions. A truly fantastic sight, and one I had the honor of spectating. <<s Yara>>You could've served next to her, but you prefer to be a pervert that watches better people have sex.<</s>> She teased me, <<s Yara>>Pathetic.<</s>> Her insult was like a beautiful drug, immediately attacking my nether regions, as I felt a submissive tingle course through me. //What the fuck was that? Was I truly that submissive but didn't know it yet?// I gulped as I watched the complete seduction and debauchery unfold in front of me, to its completion, leaving me thirsting for more. <<s Yara>>Maybe next time you'll find the courage to join us, if there is a next time.<</s>> She finally said as they dressed. //I hope I do...// <<link "Move along" "S&M">><<add "money" 20>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I better leave" "S&M">><<less "open" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I'm not into that" "Too bisexual for that (30)">></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id='continue'><<picmid "work/smw/be-car.jpg">>The chauffeur greeted me cordially as he moved to open the door for me, welcoming me into the car as he took me to the event proper, a real sense of excitement rising through me throughout the trip as I made my way there. <<s Author>>Thank you for the ride.<</s>> <<s stranger>>It is our pleasure to have you with us, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The road over was relaxing, quick and easy, and soon, I was making my way inside the big hall of the museum proper, where the party was in full motion. <<link "Walk in">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "work/snm/be-hall.jpg">> The grand exhibition hall had beautiful, calming music playing through its speakers, as individuals walked along admiring the pieces of art placed across the location. There was an air of importance as people moved about looking at the pieces of art, and I felt a few eyes land on me as I moved into the space itself, excited about the whole event. <<pic "Noah">><</pic>> A young man approached me, his smile wide, and his voice showing true excitement to be seeing me. <<s Noah>>Oh how exciting! My muse is here!<</s>> He claimed as he moved closer to plant a kiss on my cheek, <<s Noah>>I am honored to have you here with us.<</s>> I smiled shyly at him, not expecting such friendliness. <<s Author>>I... Thanks for having me.<</s>> <<s Noah>>Don't worry, everything will be fantastic. Just smile and be yourself, you'll win people over.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm sorry, you're Geeky Blinders?<</s>> <<s Noah>>Oh how stupid of me, I never showed my face!<</s>> He chuckled. <<s Noah>>Yes, yes, that's me.<</s>> I relaxed just a bit at the statement. <<s Author>>Nice to meet you, geeky!<</s>> <<s Noah>>Please, just call me Noah.<</s>> <<light Noah>> was quick to lead me along, getting me to meet individuals and almost showing me off to people. It felt odd, as part of me appreciated the attention while another felt the eyes looking at me being a bit too much... <<s Noah>>Here it is. My masterpiece.<</s>> <<linkreplace "Look at what he's mentioning.">><<set $Noah to 0>><<set $Darius to 0>><<set $Matuido to 0>><<set $Ruby to 0>>My eyes turned to look at what he was pointing out to me, and were met immediately with the oddest piece of "art" they've seen so far. <<pichalf "work/smw/be-main.jpg">> <<s Author>>What am I looking at?<</s>> <<s Noah>>You. Or at least, an artistic representation of you.<</s>> He declared. A few people gathered around us started clapping, both to the piece of art and its muse. <<s Noah>>Do you like it?<</s>> He asked me. I knew there was a right, socially accepted answer, but there was also another part of me that felt violated by this clear breach of privacy. People waited for my response, eager to know how I felt about this art piece, and waiting to know just how accepting I was about the thing it was showing. <div id='choices'><<link "I think it's beautiful">><<add "Noah" 1>><<less "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have to say, I think it's beautiful!<</s>> I claimed, garnering smiles and support from the people that had gathered around us, who started clapping their hands in a regal manner once more. The smiels I received were unsettling, as if people were happy about my acceptance. I didn't quite understand how to feel about it, but then again it didn't matter in the moment as most individuals moved about their businesses. <<link "Socialize" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I think it's garbage">><<add "Darius" 1>><<add "Ruby" 1>><<less "Noah" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I honestly believe it's quite derivative.<</s>> I stated with clear intent. If there was a time to make a stand and impress people, that would be it. <<s Author>>While trying to go for an artistic interpretation, or whatever you want to call this, you've lost the essence of what makes me, me.<</s>> I continued to drive the point home, to his great surprise. A few chuckles were heard here and there, and I could see the artist redden in the face. With that big statement made, I was ready to move on and find people who would help me rise in my art and media expression. <<link "Socialize" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The beauty of art is that it's subjective">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<add "Noah" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The beauty of art is that it's subjective.<</s>> I claimed. <<s Author>>Some might prefer your artistic rendition while others might better appreciate the muse behind it.<</s>> My statement, while equally charming as it was self-assuring, was greeted with smiling appreciation by many. I found myself enjoying the positive attitude of not only the artist that was heading this event, but also of the different wealthy individuals standing there, some of which were appreciating the art of the muse herself, me. <<link "Socialize" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 2>><<picmid "work/smw/be-hall.jpg">> People coming and going, I had my choice of what to do in this place, as many different people roamed about. <<if $work.hasAll("BE Ruby", "BE Darius", "BE Noah", "BE Matuido")>><<pichalf "work/smw/be-main.jpg">> <<if $Matuido gte $Darius and $Darius gte 0>><<pickup $work "SWBE Matuido Bought" 1>><<add "Ruby" 1>><<add "Noah" 3>>As I came back to the main area, trying to see who'd be the next person to approach me or for me to talk to, I could hear a commotion in front of my painting. There were people arguing there, and while the tone was still contained, there was clearly attention being drawn. I moved closer. <<s Matuido>>I'm buying it. Come what may.<</s>> The uncharismatic wealthy man spoke clearly. <<s Noah>>Mr. Matuido, it's an honor to have you even considering it, but Mr. Darius already mentioned he'd buy it.<</s>> Now that I knew his name, I could see that this <<light Matuido>> person was interested in my painting. The fact that the other guy, <<light Darius>>, was also interested in it, was not lost on me. <<s Matuido>>I'll pay you 20% more than the posting price.<</s>> The uncharismatic businessman spoke, his money bringing all the appeal that he lacked. <<s Noah>>I-<</s>> <<s Matuido>>Will you not make the sale?<</s>> He asked, raised eyebrow. <<s Darius>>Damn. I'll buy it and sell it to you for 20% more.<</s>> The smiling black man said, now that there was interest in the painting. <<light Darius>> was enjoying this as much as I was, and I could see him looking at me with a smile that said just how much he was liking this tension. <<s Noah>>That would put it at 7.2 thousand...<</s>> <<s Matuido>>Did I stutter?<</s>> <<light Noah>> gulped, then nodded. <<s Noah>>I'm sorry Darius...<</s>> <<s Darius>>Oh please, business is business. I'll be fine watching the muse herself.<</s>> He said while pointing to me. Eyes turned, a few laughs were heard. <<s Matuido>>Let's sign the papers.<</s>> Putting his hand behind the other's back, <<light Matuido>> led the artist elsewhere, as an assistant of his grabbed the painting itself from the wall. <<light Ruby>> was watching it all unfold with a bright smile on her face. <<picmid "work/smw/darius-smiling.jpg">> <<s Darius>>You've been collecting all the right attention, <<print $name>>... I'm glad.<</s>> The charismatic black man said laughing at the whole situation. <<s Author>>That was not intentional.<</s>> <<s Darius>>The more these wealthy fucks pay for useless things, the better our world is. He has your painting, I have your company now. Who wins?<</s>> He winked at me. <<s Darius>>I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, smiling wide, before moving his own way. <<s Ruby>>The man isn't wrong.<</s>> my professor moved closer. <<s Ruby>>They fought, not over the painting. Over you. You have an aura, <<print $name>>. I'll see you in class.<</s>> She too headed her own way. A few moments later, <<light Noah>> was back in the main hall, approaching me with a large smile on his face. <<elseif $Darius gte $Matuido and $Darius gte 0>><<pickup $work "SWBE Matuido Bought" 1>><<add "Ruby" 1>><<add "Noah" 3>>As I came back to the main area, trying to see who'd be the next person to approach me or for me to talk to, I could hear a commotion in front of my painting. There were people arguing there, and while the tone was still contained, there was clearly attention being drawn. I moved closer. <<s Matuido>>I'm buying it. Come what may.<</s>> The uncharismatic wealthy man spoke clearly. <<s Noah>>Mr. Matuido, it's an honor to have you even considering it, but Mr. Darius already mentioned he'd buy it.<</s>> Now that I knew his name, I could see that this <<light Matuido>> person was interested in my painting. The fact that the other guy, <<light Darius>>, was also interested in it, was not lost on me. <<s Matuido>>I'll pay you 20% more than the posting price.<</s>> The uncharismatic businessman spoke, his money bringing all the appeal that he lacked. <<s Noah>>I-<</s>> <<s Matuido>>Will you not make the sale?<</s>> He asked, raised eyebrow. <<s Darius>>Not if I have something to say about this.<</s>> The charismatic black man, <<light Darius>>, spoke up, <<s Darius>> I'll pay 40% more. 8.4 thousand US Dollars.<</s>> A few gasps rose around the two men. The painting was not worth that amount, no matter the circumstances. I was not worth it. <<light Ruby>> knew it, and I could see in her watching eyes that there was something extremely unsettling about this whole thing. <<s Matuido>>The fuck you won't. Only I get to own her.<</s>> The businessman said, <<s Matuido>>Her, the painting.<</s>> //This was about me?// <<light Darius>> gave me a complicit smile. <<s Darius>>Name your price then.<</s>> He challenged the man. <<s Matuido>>I'll leave you in the dirt. 9 thousand.<</s>> <<s Darius>>9.5 thousand.<</s>> He continued challenging him. <<light Matuido>> turned to look at me. I looked back at him. How much did he want to prove himself? <<s Matuido>>10 thousand dollars.<</s>> <<light Darius>> smiled. <<s Darius>>A man needs to know when he is beat.<</s>> He said, putting his hands up. <<s Darius>>Congrats on the purchase.<</s>> <<light Matuido>>, in his anger and shame, turned to speak to <<light Noah>>, who was watching it all unfold in stunned silence. From 6k to 10k, his painting's valuation rose, and he didn't know why. <<light Ruby>>, my professor, looked at me, and understood where it all came from, smiling sweetly to me. <<s Matuido>>Let's sign the papers.<</s>> The angry businessman said as he moved his own way, followed quickly by the artist. <<light Darius>>, him, moved towards me, a wide smile on his face. <<picmid "work/smw/darius-smiling.jpg">> <<s Darius>>You've been collecting all the right attention, <<print $name>>... I'm glad.<</s>> The charismatic black man said laughing at the whole situation. <<s Author>>That was not intentional.<</s>> <<s Darius>>I love seeing them lose themselves to this whole thing. The more these wealthy fucks pay for useless things, the better our world is. He has your painting, I have your company now. Who wins?<</s>> He winked at me. <<s Darius>>I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, smiling wide, before moving his own way. <<s Ruby>>The man isn't wrong.<</s>> my professor moved closer. <<s Ruby>>They fought, not over the painting. Over you. You have an aura, <<print $name>>. I'll see you in class.<</s>> She too headed her own way. A few moments later, <<light Noah>> was back in the main hall, approaching me with a huge smile on his face. <<elseif $Matuido gte $Darius and $Matuido gte 0>><<add "Noah" 1>>As I came back to the main area, trying to see who'd be the next person to approach me or for me to talk to, I could see there was a conversation taking place in front of my painting, attention being drawn towards it. I moved closer. <<s Matuido>>I'm buying it. Come what may.<</s>> The uncharismatic wealthy man spoke clearly. <<s Noah>>Mr. Matuido, it's an honor to have you even considering it!<</s>> The artist said. Now that I knew his name, I could see that this <<light Matuido>> person was interested in my painting. And I was flattered. <<s Matuido>>Then come. Let's make that sale.<</s>> The man said, walking away as <<light Noah>> followed behind. <<light Ruby>>, my professor, moved closer. <<if $Ruby gte 1>><<s Ruby>>How does it feel being bought by such a wealthy man?<</s>> She asked me. I didn't quite understand where she was coming from. <<s Ruby>>He bought it because of you, not because its artistic importance.<</s>> She said, smiling at me, <<s Ruby>>I'll see you in class, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She continued, walking away. //6 thousand dollars... For me?// <<else>><<s Ruby>>Interesting event.<</s>> She only said, before moving along. <<s Ruby>>I'll see you in class.<</s>><</if>> From the side, <<light Darius>> was only looking along, not quite caring to engage, as <<light Noah>> came back in the main hall, wanting to talk to me. <<else>>As I came back to the main area, trying to see who'd be the next person to approach me or for me to talk to, I could feel the event slowly dying down, no more interesting people there for me, the people I had made the acquaintance of not quite alluring to me. As I prepared myself to leave, I was approached by <<light Noah>>.<</if>> <<link "Talk to him" "SWBE Ending">><</link>><<else>><center><<if $work.count("BE Ruby") is 0>><<link "Grab a drink" "SWBE Ruby">><<pickup $work "BE Ruby" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Grab a drink" "Already done that">><</if>> | <<if $work.count("BE Ruby") is 0>><<link "Enjoy the art" "SWBE Darius">><<pickup $work "BE Darius" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Enjoy the art" "Already done that">><</if>> | <<if $work.count("BE Matuido") is 0>><<link "Approached by someone" "SWBE Matuido">><<pickup $work "BE Matuido" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Grab a drink" "Already done that">><</if>> | <<if $work.count("BE Ruby") is 0>><<link "Talk to Noah" "SWBE Noah">><<pickup $work "BE Noah" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Talk to Noah" "Already done that">><</if>></center><</if>> <</if>>

<<picmid "work/smw/be-champagne.jpg">> A glass of champagne now in hand, I heard a voice call from me from behind, requesting my attention. <<s Ruby>>Fancy meeting you here!<</s>> I turned to look at who was speaking. <<picmid "work/smw/be-ruby2.jpg">> <<s Author>>Miss Ruby!<</s>> I was stunned to find my Art Teacher in this place, but then linked two and two and relaxed. <<s Author>>I'm happy to see you here.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Of course I'd be here. Noah's my student.<</s>> She said. <<s Ruby>>Or at least, he used to be.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh! You must be proud.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>What he does is... unique.<</s>> She stated, apparently not quite happy with the work he's put out. <<s Ruby>>But he has the money to back himself in this endeavor, so why wouldn't he dive into it?<</s>> It was obvious that my professor had particular ideas about her former student. <<picmid "work/smw/be-ruby1.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Throw money at stuff until they pay off.">><<add "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Throw money at stuff until they pay off I guess.<</s>> I joined her stance, voicing an approach that she seemed to agree with. <<s Ruby>>Exactly.<</s>> She smiled at my agreement. <<s Author>>Guess it can't be helped, can it?<</s>> <<s Ruby>>You just find your way through the cracks in their attention.<</s>> She said, a complicit smile filtering on her face. <<s Ruby>>Besides, did he ever ask for your consent in using you as inspiration?<</s>> She asked me, eyebrow raised. <<s Author>>No, actually...<</s>> <<s Ruby>>And are you doing anything about it?<</s>> This felt like a test of character, as my professor went back to sizing me up, to see how I'd react to it all. <div id='choices2'><<link "I'll squeeze him of the money he'd make from its sale.">><<add "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'll squeeze him of the money he'd make from its sale.<</s>> I claimed to her, receiving a smile this time around. <<s Ruby>>Ruthless. Good.<</s>> She voiced her agreement as she headed her own way. <<s Ruby>>I'll see you around.<</s>> <<picmid "work/smw/be-cheers.jpg">> <<link "Go back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's free to express himself, other opportunities will arise.">><<less "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>He's free to express himself, other opportunities will arise.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Waiting in the shadows might be a good strategy, <<print $name>>, but don't wait too long lest life pass you by.<</s>> She said, seemingly talking from personal experience, agreeing to disagree with my approach. <<s Author>>Thank you for the tip.<</s>> I said cordially as we separated to each go their own way. <<link "Go back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "At least he's doing something.">><<less "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>It might be nepotism, but at least he's doing something of it.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>With opportunities offered to him only thanks to his parents' connections, sure.<</s>> My professor was certainly not a friend of the artist she helped create, and was further annoyed by the fact that I was not as accomodating of her stance. <<s Ruby>>Besides, did he ever ask for your consent in using you as inspiration?<</s>> She asked me. <<s Author>>No, actually...<</s>> <<s Ruby>>And are you doing anything about it?<</s>> Another test of my character, it seemed, as my professor was sizing me up. <div id='choices2'><<link "I'll squeeze him of the money he'd make from its sale.">><<add "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>I'll squeeze him of the money he'd make from its sale.<</s>> I claimed to her, receiving a smile this time around. <<s Ruby>>Ruthless. Good.<</s>> She voiced her agreement as she headed her own way. <<s Ruby>>I'll see you around.<</s>> <<picmid "work/smw/be-cheers.jpg">> <<link "Go back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's free to express himself, other opportunities will arise.">><<less "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>He's free to express himself, other opportunities will arise.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Waiting in the shadows might be a good strategy, <<print $name>>, but don't wait too long lest life pass you by.<</s>> She said, seemingly talking from personal experience, agreeing to disagree with my approach. <<s Author>>Thank you for the tip.<</s>> I said cordially as we separated to each go their own way. <<link "Go back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "work/smw/be-art.jpg">> Multiple pieces of art were hung up on the walls of the exhibit, as people moved about looking at them, me included. <<s Darius>>Primitive.<</s>> A deep, unsettling voice called out behind me, as I turned to look at who it was that spoke. <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Darius>>Painting has been around since the days of the cavemen.<</s>> I looked at the man standing in front of me, an imposing figured, and tattooed all over, even on his face. <<picmid "work/smw/darius-serious.jpg">> <<s Author>>Don't think we've met.<</s>> I stated, putting my hand out cordially. <<s Darius>>The name's Darius.<</s>> He said, envelopping my hand in his. <<s Author>><<print $name>>. Pleasure.<</s>> I looked at him, and sized him up. He was an impressively imposing figure, tall and intimidating as he was charismatic. There was certainly something deeply charismatic yet unsettling about him. <<s Author>>Why are you here if you find it... primitive?<</s>> <<s Darius>>Manager said it'd be good exposure. Connections.<</s>> He claimed. It seems like the idea of importance gives something its importance. I simply nodded my head, accepting his explanation. <<s Darius>>You don't seem to agree with my statement, do you?<</s>> He asked me, putting me on the spot. Despite his intensity, I saw in his eyes the flicker of a challenge, as if he wanted me to stand up to him, to argue with him somehow. <div id='choices'><<link "All art is worthy.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>All art is worthy. Music, film, pictures, paintings.<</s>> I stated, taking a good middle ground in the conversation. <<s Darius>>Embracing everything is the same as welcoming nothing.<</s>> He said. <<s Darius>>What good is a choice if you choose it all?<</s>> <<if $club.has("DC False Dichotomy")>><<s Author>>That's a False Dichotomy. Why force a choice onto people, why one or the other?<</s>><<else>><<s Author>>I'm not sure about this ideology of yours.<</s>><</if>> I did not expect to be debating art at such an event, but then again I didn't expect much conversation in the first place. <<s Darius>>Agree to disagree.<</s>> He said, regaining a composed stature. <<s Darius>>So long as we can agree that art is meant to represent. Regardless of the medium.<</s>> He stated. <div id='choices2'><<link "Representation is key. On that we can definitely agree.">><<add "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Respresentation is key. On that we can definitely agree.<</s>> I said, looking forward to seeing eye to eye with the intriguing stranger, at least on a single subject. <<s Darius>>I'm glad we see eye to eye. I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He grabbed my hand again and shook it firmly, confidently, his hand encompasing mine in a dominant manner. <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Cardinal truth matters most.">><<less "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Cardinal truth is most important. If "representation" is created to tell lies and half-truths, how can art explain its role as mediator?<</s>> <<s Darius>>That's a privileged opinion. I did not expect this coming from the "muse" of an artist, no matter how lowly his form.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's a lot about me not to be expected.<</s>> <<s Darius>>I don't expect to see more of you again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Despite your claim, you still have painted yourself all over, haven't you?">><<add "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Despite your claim, you still have painted yourself all over, haven't you?<</s>> I cheekily said as I challenged him by looking straight in his eyes. His stare immediately intensified as he looked me over once more. <<s Darius>>Little girl thinks she can be tough, huh.<</s>> He said, scrutiny raised to 10 in the way he stared at me. <<s Darius>>I like that.<</s>> His furrowed brow relaxed into a kind stare as he looked me over. <<s Darius>>I'm glad you're a person with an opinion.<</s>> <<s Darius>>Though I've had to choke out the last guy that happened to look at me weird.<</s>> He chuckled, trying to bring levity to his very serious words. <<s Darius>>So long as we can agree that art is meant to represent. Regardless of the medium.<</s>> He stated. <div id='choices2'><<link "Representation is key. On that we can definitely agree.">><<add "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Respresentation is key. On that we can definitely agree.<</s>> I said, looking forward to seeing eye to eye with the intriguing stranger, at least on a single subject. <<s Darius>>I'm glad we see eye to eye. I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He grabbed my hand again and shook it firmly, confidently, his hand encompasing mine in a dominant manner. <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Cardinal truth matters most.">><<less "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Cardinal truth is most important. If "representation" is created to tell lies and half-truths, how can art explain its role as mediator?<</s>> <<s Darius>>That's a privileged opinion. I did not expect this coming from the "muse" of an artist, no matter how lowly his form.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's a lot about me not to be expected.<</s>> <<s Darius>>I don't expect to see more of you again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "You're right, painting is outdated.">><<less "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're right, painting is outdated.<</s>> I said, not finding it in me to stand up to him and argue against his viewpoint. <<s Darius>>I didn't expect the muse to be so spineless.<</s>> He said, immediately shutting me down. <<s Darius>>But then again, that probably all I can expect from whites like you.<</s>> His racism was clear, and made me feel weak in the face of his agressive character. <<s Darius>>So long as you can admit and accept that art is meant to represent. Regardless of the medium.<</s>> He stated. <div id='choices2'><<link "Representation is key. Definitely.">><<add "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Respresentation is key. On that we can definitely agree.<</s>> I said, looking forward to seeing eye to eye with the intriguing stranger, at least on a single subject. <<s Darius>>I'm glad we see eye to eye. I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He grabbed my hand again and shook it firmly, confidently, his hand encompasing mine in a dominant manner. <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Cardinal truth matters most.">><<less "Darius" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Cardinal truth is most important. If "representation" is created to tell lies and half-truths, how can art explain its role as mediator?<</s>> <<s Darius>>That's a privileged opinion. I did not expect this coming from the "muse" of an artist, no matter how lowly his form.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's a lot about me not to be expected.<</s>> <<s Darius>>I don't expect to see more of you again, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Noah>><</pic>> <<s Noah>>Huge event, huge.<</s>> Geeky Blinders, or should I say <<light Noah>>, was beeming as he approached me, excited to be talking. <<s Noah>>I've already sold so many of my paintings, it's fantastic!<</s>> He was extremely happy, and it showed. <<s Noah>>I am truly thankful you've been able to make it.<</s>> He continued. <<s Author>>I didn't expect all of that when I saw your invitation actually. Or the way you'd portray me in your picture.<</s>> I spoke honestly. <<s Noah>>Have you met Darius?<</s>> He dismissed my comment, his head clearly in the clouds, as an artist's would be. <<s Noah>>He showed interest in my beautiful piece "<<link "Blossoming Journey">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Blossoming Journey Ad").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>", and I need to make sure he gets it.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "Am I not interesting enough for you?">><<add "Noah" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Am I not interesting enough for you?<</s>> I asked him, raised eyebrow and a small smile landing on my face. He turned towards me and apologized. <<s Noah>>Of course, of course, sorry.<</s>> He said, his attention back on me. <<s Noah>>It's just that I didn't expect this much... Accolade.<</s>> <<s Author>>You deserve it.<</s>> <<s Noah>>So do you. Glad you could make it.<</s>> <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore his mindlessness">><<replace "#choices">>I preferred ignoring his mindlessness and not call him out on it, moving along on my own as his attention drifted in yet another direction. <<s Noah>>Where's Mr. Lobster, man? I've been waiting to see his good son for so long!<</s>> <<link "Back to socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Matuido>><</pic>> <<s Matuido>>You see the thing about art, is that it's thought to be subjective.<</s>> The strange man talked as he stood next to me, admiring the piece I was considered to be the muse of. <<s Matuido>>Yet sometimes there are objective truths to beauty. And these truths carry with them sinister realizations.<</s>> I had nothing smart to say, so confined myself to silence as he continued speaking: <<s Matuido>>The artist can only attempt to translate a truth into the fiction of his art, imitate and morph reality to try and capture it. But true art comes before it is translated. Before it is altered for a medium, whatever it may be.<</s>> I could see myself agreeeing with him. The man was not charismatic, but there was something in the way he spoke, his deep tone, that just demanded attention, engagement. <<s Matuido>>Tell me, muse. What brings you here?<</s>> The man was an enigma, and I didn't quite know what answer would appease him, what truth would make him like me more. //I didn't even know why I was looking to make him like me.// <div id='choices'><<link "Money">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Money. I was paid for it.<</s>> I said. <<s Matuido>>Money makes the world go round.<</s>> He replied, not showing any sign of whether or not I had said something he liked or not. <<s Matuido>>And I've got plenty of it.<</s>> He continued, self-inflating. I could only nod. <<s Matuido>>You see, it is said that long ago, cavemen used to draw the animals they'd hunt on the walls of their caves. Not to make their spaces more beautiful or out of appreciation of the animals or leisure. As a matter of fact, it is known that these primitive species did not have the time or energy for such leisure.<</s>> He recalled, as his deep voice held with it an engaging tone, one that came with experience, not intent. <<s Matuido>>These paintings, the cavemen believed, would help them in their hunt by trapping the animal's spirit in their representation. Them painting them means they have control over them. Makes them easier prey to hunt.<</s>> It felt oddly sinister being told that as we both looked at a painting of myself, the tension very clear in the air but him not offering any question or provocation, his entire speech a provocation of its own... <div id='choices2'><<link "They'd also draw predators, out of awe for them">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>They's also draw predators, out of awe for them.<</s>> I claimed, an educated guess. He looked at me sternly, as if studying me and trying to understand if I was pray or predator. I held his gaze. <<s Matuido>>Indeed they did.<</s>> He said as he kept the eye contact. <<s Matuido>>Excuse me.<</s>> Inside my head, I gave him my blessing. //You're excused.// <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Are you praising art as magical?">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Are you praising art as magical?<</s>> I asked, smiling at him, flashing him my pearly whites. He scoffed. <<s Matuido>>Nothing is magical about this here, except for the subject.<</s>> He let slip, his appreciation of the art apparent. Rather, of the subject, the muse, me. I felt myself smile at his statement, as he leaned ever so slightly closer. <<s Matuido>>Now if you'll excuse me.<</s>> He said as he filtered away, an undeniable intensity rising between us before it faded away. He wasn't charismatic... Was he? <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I have nothing to say">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I had nothing smart to say at his statement. His eyes turned from the painting towards me, and he slowly moved closer. He took a breath in, almost claiming my own smell as his, his predatory approach doing something undeniable to my psyche, as I stood there, looking at the painting, unable to handle his stares. <<s Matuido>>Hunt is just beginning. Excuse me.<</s>> His voice, gravely and deep, settled into me as I kept taken by the look of my face staring back at me. It was moments later that I noticed that he had left m alone there, still feeling his presence deep in me. The magic of the hunter had probably taken its toll. <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Connections">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Connections. That's what brings me here.<</s>> <<s Matuido>>A well connected individual is in control of his destiny, by controlling his reality.<</s>> He said. <<s Matuido>>Well seen.<</s>> I could only nod at his statement, internally happy that I said something that would please him. <<s Matuido>>You see, it is said that long ago, cavemen used to draw the animals they'd hunt on the walls of their caves. Not to make their spaces more beautiful or out of appreciation of the animals or leisure. As a matter of fact, it is known that these primitive species did not have the time or energy for such leisure.<</s>> He recalled, as his deep voice held with it an engaging tone, one that came with experience, not intent. <<s Matuido>>These paintings, the cavemen believed, would help them in their hunt by trapping the animal's spirit in their representation. Them painting them means they have control over them. Makes them easier prey to hunt.<</s>> It felt oddly sinister being told that as we both looked at a painting of myself, the tension very clear in the air but him not offering any question or provocation, his entire speech a provocation of its own... <div id='choices2'><<link "They'd also draw predators, out of awe for them">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>They's also draw predators, out of awe for them.<</s>> I claimed, an educated guess. He looked at me sternly, as if studying me and trying to understand if I was pray or predator. I held his gaze. <<s Matuido>>Indeed they did.<</s>> He said as he kept the eye contact. <<s Matuido>>Excuse me.<</s>> Inside my head, I gave him my blessing. //You're excused.// <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Are you praising art as magical?">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Are you praising art as magical?<</s>> I asked, smiling at him, flashing him my pearly whites. He scoffed. <<s Matuido>>Nothing is magical about this here, except for the subject.<</s>> He let slip, his appreciation of the art apparent. Rather, of the subject, the muse, me. I felt myself smile at his statement, as he leaned ever so slightly closer. <<s Matuido>>Now if you'll excuse me.<</s>> He said as he filtered away, an undeniable intensity rising between us before it faded away. He wasn't charismatic... Was he? <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I have nothing to say">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I had nothing smart to say at his statement. His eyes turned from the painting towards me, and he slowly moved closer. He took a breath in, almost claiming my own smell as his, his predatory approach doing something undeniable to my psyche, as I stood there, looking at the painting, unable to handle his stares. <<s Matuido>>Hunt is just beginning. Excuse me.<</s>> His voice, gravely and deep, settled into me as I kept taken by the look of my face staring back at me. It was moments later that I noticed that he had left m alone there, still feeling his presence deep in me. The magic of the hunter had probably taken its toll. <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Art">><<less "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Art is what brings me here, obviously. I love art.<</s>> I stated, to his great annoyance. <<s Matuido>>Paintings. Proclavities of truth.<</s>> He replied, scoffing. <<s Matuido>>You see, it is said that long ago, cavemen used to draw the animals they'd hunt on the walls of their caves. Not to make their spaces more beautiful or out of appreciation of the animals or leisure. As a matter of fact, it is known that these primitive species did not have the time or energy for such leisure.<</s>> He recalled, as his deep voice held with it an engaging tone, one that came with experience, not intent. <<s Matuido>>These paintings, the cavemen believed, would help them in their hunt by trapping the animal's spirit in their representation. Them painting them means they have control over them. Makes them easier prey to hunt.<</s>> It felt oddly sinister being told that as we both looked at a painting of myself, the tension very clear in the air but him not offering any question or provocation, his entire speech a provocation of its own... <div id='choices2'><<link "They'd also draw predators, out of awe for them">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>They's also draw predators, out of awe for them.<</s>> I claimed, an educated guess. He looked at me sternly, as if studying me and trying to understand if I was pray or predator. I held his gaze. <<s Matuido>>Indeed they did.<</s>> He said as he kept the eye contact. <<s Matuido>>Excuse me.<</s>> Inside my head, I gave him my blessing. //You're excused.// <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Are you praising art as magical?">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Are you praising art as magical?<</s>> I asked, smiling at him, flashing him my pearly whites. He scoffed. <<s Matuido>>Nothing is magical about this here, except for the subject.<</s>> He let slip, his appreciation of the art apparent. Rather, of the subject, the muse, me. I felt myself smile at his statement, as he leaned ever so slightly closer. <<s Matuido>>Now if you'll excuse me.<</s>> He said as he filtered away, an undeniable intensity rising between us before it faded away. He wasn't charismatic... Was he? <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I have nothing to say">><<add "Matuido" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I had nothing smart to say at his statement. His eyes turned from the painting towards me, and he slowly moved closer. He took a breath in, almost claiming my own smell as his, his predatory approach doing something undeniable to my psyche, as I stood there, looking at the painting, unable to handle his stares. <<s Matuido>>Hunt is just beginning. Excuse me.<</s>> His voice, gravely and deep, settled into me as I kept taken by the look of my face staring back at me. It was moments later that I noticed that he had left m alone there, still feeling his presence deep in me. The magic of the hunter had probably taken its toll. <<link "Keep socializing" "SW Big Event">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

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<<pic Noah>><</pic>> <<if $Noah gte 2>><<add "money" 500>><<s Noah>>Absolutely stunning. Awesome event.<</s>> The artist said as he beemed with radiance. <<s Author>>You did a good job.<</s>> I complimented him, flashing him my star smile. <<s Noah>>Thank you, I know.<</s>> True to fashion, his arrogance showed. <<s Noah>>But you were stunning. I know the contract said one thing, but after tonight...<</s>> He let his tone drone off. <<s Noah>>I've talked to my manager and I do not care what they've said. Connections are not enough, you need to get paid fairly.<</s>> He stated, before handing me an enveloppe, now that we were in a corner of the space. <<s Noah>>Here's hoping you'll keep being a muse to many others, and hopefully me another time.<</s>> He said, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, hand on my shoulder brushing me softly.<<else>><<s Noah>>You're still here!<</s>> He said with a sly smile on his face, enjoying himself but obviously tired of the long night of socialization, as was I. <<s Author>>Would you rather have me gone?<</s>> I quipped. <<s Noah>>Oh nonesense!<</s>> He said back, laughing, as he placed a hand on my shoulder. <<s Noah>>I just want to thank you for coming, and hope you've had the opportunity to make connections here.<</s>> He stated kindly. <<s Author>>Thank you for the opportunity.<</s>> <<s Noah>>As I may have stated, here's your payment for tonight.<</s>> He said, handing me over an enveloppe, which didn't contain much. I quickly placed it in my purse.<<add "money" 100>><</if>> <<if $work.has("SWBE Matuido Bought")>><<s Noah>>And by the way,<</s>> He said as he separated from me, <<s Noah>>Mr. Matuido showed some real interest in you and asked for your number.<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you give it to him?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Noah>>There's no saying "no" to Mr. Matuido. I suggest you pick up when he calls.<</s>> He explained with a smile. <<s Noah>>Our driver will take you home. Again, thank you for tonight.<</s>> He re-iterated, a soft smile on his face. <<else>><<s Noah>>I hope you've had a good evening, <<print $name>>. It was a pleasure to have you with us.<</s>> He stated softly, his hand still lingering on my shoulder. <<s Author>>The pleasure was all mine.<</s>> I said back to him, keeping a smile on my face. <<s Noah>>Our driver will take you home. Take good care of yourself.<</s>> He said kindly.<</if>> <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> <<link "Go home" "Management">><</link>>

<<pic Ruby>><</pic>> Making use of the fact that my professor and I had common interests, especially in social media, reassured me that I might be able to use that to my advantage here, and secure a higher grade for myself and my team. <<s Ruby>>Hey <<print $name>>. How can I help you?<</s>> She asked me as she saw me approach after class. <<s Author>>It's about the projects...<</s>> <<s Ruby>>If it's anything about how you have exams in other classes or anything of the sort, I don't want to hear it.<</s>> She cut me off, <<s Ruby>>Now's my time.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's not that at all actually. The school is pretty chill, I barely do anything in it.<</s>> I joked. <<s Author>>I actually wanted to talk about the possibility of a higher grade, something more I can do.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Hey there's nothing to worry about. If you apply yourself like you do for your media appearances, then you'll be able to really push things to the next level.<</s>> She tried reassuring me, reminding me of the time spent at the party I had attended not too long ago. <<s Author>>I appreciate the kind words, I just thought that I'd try, should that have helped in any way.<</s>> I said in a composed manner, before starting to move away. <<s Ruby>>Actually... Now that you mention it...<</s>> She said, <<s Ruby>>Are you above 18 years old?<</s>> //Here comes trouble.// <<s Author>>I am.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>I teach evening art classes at a local college, you can reach it from the park.<</s>> She said, <<s Ruby>>And I'm looking for a model.<</s>> That should be fun... <<s Ruby>>Nude painting.<</s>> She explained. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 50>><<link "I'll do it.">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'll do it.<</s>> Came my answer maybe a bit too fast. <<s Ruby>>Good. I knew you'd be courageous like that.<</s>> She said, <<s Ruby>>I'll see you at the community college, through the park, on Friday Evening.<</s>> There it was, my opportunity to try out something new, and improve my chances in this month's projects. <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'll do it." "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "I'll think about it.">><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Delayed" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I'll think about it.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Ruby>>Don't think too hard, babe. The offer is valid only till the end of the projects.<</s>> She teased, <<s Ruby>>And I'll even throw in some money if you do a good job, should help you secure that Spring Break trip.<</s>> It was a real offer, and something of an interesting experience. I only needed to find my inner courage to go through with it, hopefully in time. <<s Ruby>>You can find me at school if you change your mind babe.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not cut out for this. Just leave" "School">><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Ruby>><</pic>> My professor's smile was wide as she greeted me in her classroom ahead of everyone's arrival. <<s Ruby>>Are you ready for it?<</s>> She asked me, her hand on my shoulder. <<s Author>>Are you certain that it's entirely safe?<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Darling, I'll be there the entire time, and I'll make sure that none of them takes anything that happens here out of the class.<</s>> She said, <<s Ruby>>You need to relax, don't stress any of it out. The more relaxed you are, the easier it will be to hold your pose.<</s>> I nodded. She was right. And she was about to see me fully nude. That ought to be an interesting situation. <<s Ruby>>You can get into this room here. It's my office. My students will walk into the class here, I'll let them know what the plan is for today, and when the time comes, I'll come to get you. You should be ready by then.<</s>> I appreciated how straightforward she was being about this whole thing, professional. I knew that I could trust my professor should anything go out of bounds. <<s Ruby>>We'll talk more in the end there to see how you've felt about the whole thing and to have you paid for the job.<</s>> She finally said before helping me to the office. The experience would be an interesting one. Though standing there in the adjacent office, listening to the students walking in to the classroom right nearby, I had some time to myself, to think about what that whole experience meant to me... <div id='choices'><<link "I'm doing this for the grade and money only.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>If I am to be honest with myself, there was only the excitement of advancing in life compared to others that was making me anticipate what was to happen next. There was obviously nothing more than a payment and a better grade to it, and sure I was getting naked for money, but it was a direct, meaningless transaction, as far as I was concerned. <<s Ruby>>They are ready for you, muse.<</s>> My professor said as she opened the door for me. <<link "Let's model" "SW Ruby Nude">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm doing this because it's exciting.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 50>><<replace "#choices">>I had to be honest with myself. Through it all and maybe because of the naughtiness of the moment, I was excited at the prospect of being naked in front of complete strangers, and have them look at my body, painting it, be inspired by it for their own art. My mind went to <<light Noah>>'s, Geeky Blinder's art piece, the one that encouraged my professor to accept my offer in the first place. I was about to reveal more, and have more drawn from me. A room full of strangers would see me naked and paint me, imagine their control over me with their brushes... <<link "Let's model" "SW Ruby Nude">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I shouldn't be doing this.">><<less "open" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>As I stood there, anticipating what was to come, fear slowly started taking hold of me. //What was I doing?// A couple of months ago, I wouldn't even dare sleep naked, and now I was imagining myself naked in front of a roomfull of people? What was wrong with me? Unfortunately, my cold feet got me nowhere as <<light Ruby>>, my professor, opened the door for me. <<s Ruby>>You've got this, alright? They're waiting.<</s>> I gulped, a cold chill coursing through me, afraid of what is to come. And walked into the room. <<link "Let's model" "SW Ruby Nude">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<vid "work/smw/ruby-pose.mp4">> There I stood, naked in front of the scrutiny of multiple individuals, artists of sorts that were tasked with translating my nude form onto the canvas in front of them, their brush storkes, one movement after the other, putting my nakedness on paper, leaving it there, allowing it to stay for whoever cared to look in that direction. My mind was wandering, sure, but my professor had reassured me that this was all safe. That they would leave their canvases here, that none of them would judge me for it. And in fact, their disinterested glares told to me that all of this was merely transactional, an activity like any other. Their eyes looked at my boobs, and they only saw lines to draw there, nothing sexual or even sensual. And the thrill, the excitement, the slight fear that had coursed through me moments earlier slowly died down to give place to objectivity and work. I was not a piece of art, what they were creating was. I was not a sexul being, I was only a model, lines on a canvas. I was not there, there was only a body being painted. Their eyes looked at my body, and they didn't see much. A complete clash with what I was feeling inside, what I hoped to feel. And a weird feeling alltogether. //Was I truly hoping for more?// It was around this moment that <<light Ruby>> spoke up. <<s Ruby>>Alright we've been in this pose for long enough. <<print $name>> pleasure move to another one.<</s>> She requested, as she moved towards me, looking to whisper in my ear: <<s Ruby>>Something to challenge my class. Let go and embrace it, and you just might receive a reward.<</s>> She said to me before moving away. There was her request, there was my fear, and there was what I could do. I had to choose what my next pose would be, and move into it. <<if $arousal gte 30>>My horniness made its intentions clear, though.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<if $arousal gte 50>><<link "Embrace my naughtiness, give them a daring pose.">><<add "open" 2>><<add "arousal" 40>><<add "Ruby" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/smw/ruby-art.jpg">> Taking the attention in stride and too horny to care about any repercussions, I placed myself in an extremely vulnerable position, pushing my tits out enticingly and embracing this accepting pose for what it was, adoring the attention I was sure to be getting. <<s Ruby>>Oh. Perfect.<</s>> My professor said in a breathless whisper, before controlling herself. <<s Ruby>>Come on, let's get to work.<</s>> She snapped out of it momentarily to command her students, before her eyes caught mine, a naughty smile appearing on her lips, and one I needed to return. I could feel the heat ibetween my legs, the intensity of the moment, the beauty of it all. It was a beautifully vulnerable position, my body so tight and on display like that, my boobs out for all to see, my legs brought together, allowing me to subtly rub myself without anyone else knowing the secret pleasure I was embracing... I was being a naughty, naughty minx, in public, and I could see my professor smiling at that, enjoying what I was doing. And I enjoyed it much more as well. Only imagining how she'd reward me, now I was completely and undeniably turned on. <<link "Post-class talk" "SW Ruby Nude">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Give them a daring pose." "Not horny enough">><</if>> <<link "Challenge her painters with an interesting pose.">><<add "Ruby" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/smw/ruby-difficult.jpg">> I placed myself in an interesting position, knowing that my stance would challenge her students in following the curves correctly, and would also offer a modelling perspective that they'd struggle to imitate on paper. <<light Ruby>>'s smile was wide, as she ushered them to start painting me. I could hear a few groans and moans as individuals struggled with their task, and the fact that I was fulfilling my professor's request brought a huge smile on her face. I was doing exactly what she'd asked of me, a job well done. But deep below, I was starting to enjoy this whole thing, people's stares, the feeling that was slowly taking over me... Eyes looking at me intently. One man craning his head just a bit more, trying to look between my legs... //Oh... I truly am naked in front of complete strangers, and my body reacts to it naturally...// <<link "Post-class talk" "SW Ruby Nude">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not risk it, keep it tame.">><<add "Ruby" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "work/smw/ruby-closed.jpg">> I preferred not to put myself too much out there. In my mind's eye, I've already given enough to my professor. While she was not pleased by my shyness, I still ahd to remain true to myself, and embrace the parts of me that don't necessarily look to please people's demands. Some people might like exhibitionism, I don't. As the work ended, <<light Ruby>> serenely handed me over the 100$ bill before sending me on my way. <<s Ruby>>Your grade will translate your work here today. I'll bump it as much as you've helped me.<</s>> //That meant not a lot, but hopefully enough.// <<link "Move along" "Park">><<add "money" 100>><<add "group3grade" "Ruby">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichalf "work/smw/ruby-painting.jpg">><<add "money" 200>><<add "group3grade" "Ruby">> <<s Ruby>>You did a good job, <<print $name>>. A really good job. Your grade will definitely show it.<</s>> My professor said, her smile wide as she looked at me. <<s Author>>It's my pleasure, ma'am.<</s>> I said. <<s Ruby>>Please, call me Ruby. And I'm not a ma'am.<</s>> She said, smiling. <<s Author>>Thank you, Ruby.<</s>> <<s Ruby>>Tell me, <<print $name>>... Did you like people's eyes on you? Their stares, their attention?<</s>> I couldn't deny it, honesty was essential for a good relationship, especially with a professor. <<s Author>>It was a very... different feeling.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Different good.<</s>> She smiled at me. <<s Ruby>>Good.<</s>> She opened her wallet, and pulled out 200$ from it, handing them over. <<s Ruby>>For your troubles.<</s>> She said. I took the money and pocketed it. <<s Ruby>>It's in your eyes... Don't you want to thank me for them?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link `<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>"Thank her"`>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace '#choices'>><<vid "work/smw/ruby-masturbated.mp4">> My hand drifting between her folds as my professor took her clothes off quickly, I played with her pussy with passion, looking to bring her pleasure as the whole situation has for me. <<s Ruby>>Your sexy body ahs got me thinking for far too long!<</s>> She said in between moans, eager to be finally playing with me. <<s Author>>I love your classes, professor, but not because of the art you teach, because of your body.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>You're hot as all fuck!<</s>> <<s Ruby>>You're the hot one. Let me lick you.<</s>> She said, turning to face me, then lowering to her knees. <<vid "work/smw/ruby-lickedup.mp4">> Lick after lick, my professor, the older lover I had gotten for the day, started bringing out moans from me, praising her and thanking her for her activities. <<s Author>>Oh fuckk...<</s>> I called out, enjoying her oral pleasuring. <<s Ruby>>You like that?<</s>> <<vid "work/smw/ruby-closeup.mp4">> A beautifully engaging and rewarding ending to a work well done, I could only imagine the way my professor would look at me the next time we had classes... <<link "Move along" "Park">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "You know what that means, naughty one.">> <<link "Thank her">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said, ignoring her hinted course of action, before heading my own way. I could see the disappointment on her face as she realized I would not be engaging like that, not tonight. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<vid "work/smw/darius-power.mp4">> The handsome stranger/acquaintance was now working out in our gym, an intriguing and unexpected visit from a man that had no appearance before. I was intrigued, to say the least. <<s Author>>Fancy seeing you here!<</s>> I said to him, the man turning to look at me and acknowledge me. <<s Darius>>Likewise, muse. Likewise.<</s>> He said, smiling. <<s Author>>How come you're working out in our gym?<</s>> <<light Darius>> scoffed, clearly frustrated by the question. <<s Darius>>A dumb white boy got butthurt. Started making false claims about me, and helmed a campaign to see me kicked from my old gym.<</s>> That was an odd thing to have happened. It was clear that there was more to the story than the perspective he shared, but I didn't know how to bring it out. I only looked at him, uttering a simple <<s Author>>Wow.<</s>> He looked at me. <<s Darius>>If you can't handle light shoking and a powerful man putting you in your place, maybe you shouldn't be in a gym in the first place, am I right?<</s>> He asked, the answer he was expecting clear. <div id='choices'><<link "Totally right.">><<add "Darius" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're totally right.<</s>> I said, sucking up to him, and receiving a smile from him. <<s Darius>>I like you, <<print $name>>. You seem to know when to agree with me and when to tease. And you know that you should often agree.<</s>> He said, before looking me up and down. <<s Darius>>Here's something you can also agree to: I'm having you act in my next music video, this coming Saturday.<</s>> He stated, not a question but an order. <<s Darius>>Don't worry, you'll be well paid for it. And will receive a reward if you do a good job.<</s>> It was a thrilling opportunity, I couldn't pass it up on myself. <<link "Count me in! I'll see you then!" "Gym">><<pickup $work "SW Darius Accepted" 1>><</link>> <<dark "I don't think I can" "Too open for that (50)">><<dark "*" "I can always not go">> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 25>><<link "White boys are all the same, butthurt.">><<add "Darius" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, white bois are all the same, butthurt and always looking to prove their racial superiority, which doesn't exist.<</s>> I said clearly to the imposing black man in front of me. <<s Darius>>I like you, <<print $name>>. You seem to know when to agree with me and when to tease. And you know that you should often agree.<</s>> He said, before looking me up and down. <<s Darius>>Here's something you can also agree to: I'm having you act in my next music video, this coming Saturday Afternoon.<</s>> He stated, not a question but an order. <<s Darius>>Don't worry, you'll be well paid for it. And will receive a reward if you do a good job.<</s>> It was a thrilling opportunity, I couldn't pass it up on myself. <<link "Count me in! I'll see you then!" "Gym">><<pickup $work "SW Darius Accepted" 1>><</link>> <<dark "I don't think I can" "Too open for that (50)">><<dark "*" "I can always not go">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Be racist towards your own race" "Not blacked enough.">><</if>> <<link "That's pretty harsh.">><<less "Darius" 1>><<pickup $work "SW Darius Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>That's a pretty harsh statement, Darius.<</s>> I spoke honestly, to his great annoyance. <<s Darius>>You privileged white people would never understand.<</s>> He scoffed, <<s Darius>>I won't see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>Good luck on your <<link "Blossoming Journey">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Blossoming Journey Ad").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>!<</s>> //What an annoying individual... I'm sure no one would like him or ever be with him.// <<link "Move along" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichalf "work/smw/darius-seduction.jpg">> The attractive, tattooed black man greeted me with a wide smile today, as he led me inside an impressive estate. <<s Darius>>We've booked this villa for the day for the music video, muse.<</s>> He said as he walked me to a room of the mansion. <<s Darius>>You'll find your clothes on the bed, put them on and join us in the living room.<</s>> He said, smiling wide. In front of me, I saw red. A red one-piece, and red string bikinis sat on the bed in front of me. I knew there was no arguing against what was happening, and part of me was definitely thrilled at the propsects of this music video and what it might entail. <<linkreplace "Put on the outfit and join him">><<picmid "work/smw/darius-control.jpg">> In no time, cameras were rolling and <<light Darius>> had me bent over a counter, as the music played in the speakers and he joined it in song. <<s Darius>>Them bitches be lying and I be flying, them asses up and rubbing on glasses, flashes of calling masses.<</s>> The music blasting on the speakers was truly putting me in an interesting mood, as I felt vulnerable under his touch. Sure, I had impressed him with my character to get here, but for the cameras that filmed me and the people that will be watching me, I am but one of those "bitches" he mentioned. A female dog, ass up and bent over, humiliatingly submitting to the rapper that held her down. And secretly, no matter how much she does not want to admit it, loving it. In between shots, he got closer to me to whisper in my ear. <<s Darius>>Shake your ass more for me. Show them all just how enticing you can be.<</s>> And I did, listening to his requests as if they were commands. Eager to please the imposing black man. <<s Darius>>There is no room for courageousness now, muse.<</s>> He continued whisepring, the word muse more of an insult coming from him, <<s Darius>>Let go and embrace your role, and maybe I'll reward you later with a taste of my cock.<</s>> Clear and simple. It was clear what the man expected of me. It was clear that deep down, I wanted to give it to him. And so, when his command came for me to take off my clothes and leave only my bikini... <div id='choices'><<link "I followed his request.">><<add "Darius" 2>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "work/smw/darius-clip.jpg">> Men, attractive black men, surrounded us. <<s Darius>>White hoes be looking for black, and they settle for any, mine's the crack. They be searching for the captain that offers salvation and their eyes land on the Darius Nation.<</s>> His raping continued, as he carried me like I was nothing, his to grasp and control between the seas of black men around us. And I felt really safe in his arms, having removed all bu the bikini, weirdly loving the agressiveness he showed. I was held up by a handsome black man, an attractive pile of muscles, in between all his friends, as he sang about my sluttiness, and I was loving it. I couldn't wait for the reward, my mouth already salivating and my body preparing itself, on edge... <<link "Continue" "SW Darius Video">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I hesitated">><<add "Darius" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>I hesitated, unable to get myself to submit to his command. My fake lover wasn't as kind. <<s Darius>>Film this.<</s>> He said to the cameraman, ripping my clothes off my body, leaving me in only my underwear. <<s Darius>>There's no denying me.<</s>> He said as he carried me onto the next set. <<picmid "work/smw/darius-clip.jpg">> Men, attractive black men, surrounded us. <<s Darius>>White hoes be looking for black, and they settle for any, mine's the crack. They be searching for the captain that offers salvation and their eyes land on the Darius Nation.<</s>> His raping continued, as he carried me like I was nothing, his to grasp and control between the seas of black men around us. And I felt oddly safe in his arms, despite the way we got there, despite the agressiveness he showed. I was held up by a handsome black man in between all his friends, as he sang about my sluttiness, and I was loving it. I couldn't wait for the reward, that I hoped he'd offer me soon... <<link "Continue" "SW Darius Video">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I couldn't follow through">><<less "Darius" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace '#choices'>>I couldn't follow through. <<light Darius>>, frustrated and turned off by my hesitation, verbally attacked me: <<s Darius>>Dumb white bitch. You are no muse, and time will show you that. Money's at the door, go fuck yourself.<</s>> He said, aggressive. When things didn't go his way, he immediately turned evil, humiliating me in front of everyone there. I rushed away, only thinking of the thing he said in the gym, about the man he had abused... I hope he grows beyond it and has a <<link "Blossoming Journey">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Blossoming Journey Ad").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>. Fuck <<light Darius>>, he doesn't deserve to even be around us. <<link "Move along" "Management">><<add "money" 100>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<picmid "work/smw/darius-smiling.jpg">> The radiant, happy man, was enjoying his success as he sat on the bed, relaxed. <<s Darius>>You did good, muse.<</s>> The word was once more an insult in his mouth. <<s Darius>>Here's the monetary reward.<</s>> He pointed to bills at the door. //300$.// I looked at him stunned. <<s Darius>>Being a hoe on my music videos pay off, what can I say!<</s>> He joked. <<s Darius>>Now, how about you be my hoe in real life too?<</s>> He asked as he laid back and spread his legs, still in his boxer. The offer was clear. <<s Darius>>I could use a good slutty mouth on my cock. You want to say thank you, don't you?<</s>> He asked arrogantly. <div id='choices'><<link "Blow the powerful man">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "work/smw/darius-blowjob1.jpg">> On my knees in front of the impressive man, I was serving his impressive big black cock without a care in the world, eager to bring him pleasure and show him I could be a good girl for him. <<s Darius>>What a slut.<</s>> He said, a compliment coming from him. <<s Darius>>Do you like it?<</s>> <<picmid "work/smw/darius-blowjob2.jpg">> <<s Author>>I love it, I said as I started licking the head, enjoying its taste and embracing his masculine scent.<</s>> I complimented him adoringly. <<vid "work/smw/darius-playful.mp4">> My tongue twirled around the head of his cock, playfully teasing him and enjoying his hardness. <<s Darius>>Hey bitch, stop playing around and make me cum, I've got something to do.<</s>> <<vid "work/smw/darius-forceful.mp4">> His hand grabbed the back of my head, and he started thrusting himself hard against the back of my throat, a demanding thrusting that immediately started to beautifully hurt. Yes, I was in pain, but I embraced the humiliation he was subjecting me to. After all, did I expect any different from a brute like him? His fucking continued, heavy, deep, demanding. <<s Darius>>Lie down, I'm about to cum.<</s>> He commanded, and in moments, I was on my back, ready to receive his blessing in sperm form. He bathed me with his beautiful seed, his cum covering my pussy and belly, something deep inside me needing more from him, his cock still hard after all of this. <<linkreplace "Beg him to fuck me">><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "subdom" 1>><<picmid "work/smw/darius-blowjob3.jpg">><<s Author>>Please! Please fuck me!<</s>> He laughed at my debasement, my needy request. <<s Darius>>Hahaha desperate white slut. You're all the same.<</s>> He continued laughing, <<s Darius>>Maybe next time, if you're still a good slut.<</s>> He said to me as he slapped me on my ass, sending me on my way. <<s Darius>>I don't care about your horniness, I'm satisfied. Remember that for next time.<</s>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Thank him for it.">><<s Author>>Oh my god... Thank you.<</s>> I said submissively, appreciating his domination. <<s Darius>>More where that came from. Stay good, slut.<</s>> He said to me, already putting on his clothes. <<s Darius>>Hope I'll see you around, muse slut.<</s>> He said. <<s Darius>>If you keep being sociable, I think we might.<</s>> The promise of another encounter brought a beautiful chill inside of me, I was already looking forward to it. //How humiliating... I truly was turning into a muse slut...// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</linkreplace>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Thanks for the offer, I'll pass">><<add "Darius" 2>><<replace '#choices'>><<s Author>>Oh Darius. Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll pass.<</s>> I said, confidently. He was clearly surprised by my statement. <<s Darius>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Author>>Certain, you need it more than I do.<</s>> I said, turning away. <<s Darius>>Damn.<</s>> I smiled to myself, knowing entirely that he'll keep being obsessed with me now that I've shut him down. //Small steps, long game.// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<drop $valentine "Today" 1>> <<if $valentine.has('HarrasserHookup')>>Grabbing my hand and leading me outside to the parking lot, the stranger I had just met at the party was eager to make use of my body. He was a man with a plan, and his plan involved me bringing him pleasure. Reaching a car in the corner of the parking lot, he was quick to give his first command: <<s stranger>>Get inside, time for you to show what you're good for.<</s>> <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Harrasser Hookup">><<add "open" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('EricHookup')>><<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<light Eric>>, ever the sweet person, held my hand and walked alongside me to his car, where he gracefully opened the door for me to climb in. Who would have expected such a romantic end to such an evening? Climbing in himself, he drove us for the next 15 minutes out of town, a serene calm surrounding us as we left the loudness of the party behind us. Reaching the location of a beautiful view, secluded from other cars or any unwanted attention, he turned off the car and calmly turned towards me. <<s Eric>>Every since I started driving, I've always wanted to bring someone here. I am lucky that person is you.<</s>> He was sweet, maybe the sweetest person I have known in my life. And he was into me. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>I am lucky to have been brought here by someone as sweet as you, Eric.<</s>> <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Eric Hookup">><<add "Eric" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('YaraHookup')>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> The silent flirtations of the evening had passed. It was time to move to action. As I approched my athletic friend, she ravished me with her eyes. <<s Yara>>You're a bigger prize that anyone else here.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh? That's all I am? A competition and a prize?<</s>> I teased her. <<s Yara>>I'll let you know how it feels to be prized by me. And I know just the place to help you feel that.<</s>> She announced, eager to get the party going. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Yara Hookup">><<add "Yara" 5>><<add "bisex" 2>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('EvaHookup')>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<light Eva>> and I started walking away, both eager to leave this place and just be in each other's company. <<light Yara>>, standing to the side, saw us walking out together yet remained silent as she saw us heading out hand in hand. I didn't care who saw us anymore, we were about to have our own nightcap. Taking an uber, she had us both go to her place and her room, a soft smile finding home on her face as she seemed thoughtful. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm just happy about how the night turned out, my Date.<</s>> She said, giving extra attention to the last word. I was happy too. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Eva Hookup">><<add "Eva" 5>><<add "bisex" 2>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('YaraEvaHookup')>><<pic Eva>><</pic>><<pic Yara>><</pic>> Joining my two friends, all three of us headed deeper in the school, surpassing a distracted <<light Bekham>>'s defenses and delving deeper into the beautiful unknown, led by <<light Yara>> to a secluded part of the lockers, where we'd be able to have our private play. <<s Yara>>Are you doing okay, Eva?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah... Fuck men.<</s>> <<s Yara>>No! I never do. These assholes don't deserve any of us.<</s>> Thoughtful <<light Eva>> spoke up: <<s Eva>>You're right. None of them do.<</s>> <<s Yara>>But you know who does deserve us?<</s>> She asked. <<light Eva>> looked up. <<s Yara>>We do.<</s>> She leaned in for a kiss, catching <<light Eva>> off guard. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Yara Eva Hookup">><<add "Eva" 5>><<add "Yara" 5>><<add "bisex" 2>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('JeromeHookup')>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> The arrogant black guy was excited about what was to come, grabbing my hand and taking me away, deeper inside of the school. His dominant demeanor left sweet tingles inside of me as he led me through the silent corridors, wanting to make up for the lost oppportunity to be with his girlfriend on this lovely valentine evening. There wasn't going to be anything lovely about our naughty encounter, as he pushed in the doors of some toilets, eager to make use of my body in such a dirty location. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Jerome Hookup">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<add "Jerome" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('BekhamHookup')>><<pic Bekham>><</pic>> My professor had a dark side. Of that I was sure. And it felt like now was the time for me to discover just how dark of an imagination he had. Turning all the way around the school, he used his keys to get us back in from the other side. I thought to where he might be taking us, before he spoke up. <<s Bekham>>I won't be taking you home. My office will just do.<</s>> He announced, leading me through the corridors to said office, not wanting to wait for the road to take me where he wanted to... Take me. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Bekham Hookup">><<add "Bekham" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('SamuelHookup')>><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> The arrogant <<light Samuel>> didn't need to be told twice to take me away, as he led me outside, typing a few words on his phone. As he did that, my eyes caught <<light Eric>>'s, who watched as his rival took the girl he was fawning over away from the party. Why does this turn me on? <<s Samuel>>There. Date has been dealt with. Now let's deal with you.<</s>> He announced as he took me to his car, going to the driver's seat and heading on his way. <<s Samuel>>Gosh you're fucking hot in that dress. I can't wait to see you without it.<</s>> <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Samuel Hookup">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<add "Samuel" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has('JasminJeromeHookup')>><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>> The loving couple had found a third. And they were ready to open a private party, right here at the school's lockers. The heat of the moment, the excitement of a threesome that awaited, the naughtiness of this idea that they had definitely shared long ago, just added to the intense feelings I was having. <<link "And it was time to play" "Valentine Jasmin Jerome Hookup">><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Jerome" 5>><<add "Jasmin" 5>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("Leo Hookup")>><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<light Leo>> had found himself a partner to dance with tonight. Grabbing my hand, he led me across corridors to a studied destination. <<s Author>>Where are you taking me?<</s>> I was weirded out by his purposeful walk. <<s Leo>>You'll see.<</s>> Soon enough, we reached the teacher's lounge, a room that we usually are not allowed to visit. He opened the door. <<s Author>>It's not locked?<</s>> He smiled at me. <<s Leo>>No. That's what you get for hanging out with me, I know the whole school by now.<</s>> He smiled, before dragging me in. <<link "Time to play" "Valentine Leo Hookup">><<add "Leo" 5>><<add "open" 2>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("EvaLeo Hookup")>><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> My two closest friends in the world were my eventual dates of the evening, and as we all headed through the park to <<light Eva>>'s empty house... There was an undeniable tension in the air. It had been an emotional evening for all three of us, each in their own way. And now, it was all coming to a head. <<s Leo>>I'm lucky to be going back home with the both of you.<</s>> My dearest <<light Leo>> said. I didn't know if he was feeling the tension in the air, but he sure was adding to it. <<s Eva>>I'm the lucky one. I wouldn't rather spend my valentine evening with anyone else.<</s>> <<light Eva>> replied. <<s Author>>I'm glad to be with you guys. I was just hoping I'd get a kiss at the very least.<</s>> I said to the both of them. They looked at each other. Then back at me. The tension was through the roof. <<light Leo>> had been crying. <<light Eva>> had saved me from a weird dude. She was still dealing with her parents being oppressive and this was her one night of respite... I looked deeply into <<light Eva>>'s eyes, now that we were at her place, safe in her room... <<link "Kiss her" "Valentine Eva Leo Hookup">><<add "Leo" 5>><<add "Eva" 5>><<add "bisex" 2>><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "valentine/car-parked.jpg" "Our romantic night">>He was not the gentle lover that wanted this valentine to be special, to share a moment of passion and understadning with a sister soul. He was a pervert that wanted to see me humiliated and demeaned as I serviced him dutifully and brought him pleasure in his dirty car in the parking lot of our school. He was forceful, and something in me liked the way he treated me, despite it being far from what I expected my night to end up like. He slid next to me in the backseat of his car. It might not even be his car for all I knew, but he was ready to make use of it, as we both were seated on these back seats, the place cramped. That tight space only added to the perversion of the whole situation. It was bad enough I had ended my valentine with such a stranger, I was also doing it in such a humiliating location? He lowered his pants, and then his underwear, revealing his already hard cock poking through the forrest of pubic hair. <<s stranger>>Get to work.<</s>> All the seduction he had made was knowing how to dance with a horny person like me, and yet here I was in the backseat of his car ready to put all care aside, all romance in the garbage, and succumb to my lust. And it turned me on. <<picmid "valentine/harrasser-bj.jpg">> I lowered myself, his hand neatly placed on my neck as he helped my head down, and took his penis in my mouth. No foreplay, no tasting, just sucking. And I sucked. I got to work on that penis, staring at the hairy pubes as they got closer and then further with each up and down motion. My head movement was met with appreciative moans of approval as the man took pleasure in my oral skill, despite me doing the bare minimum. Turning my mind off and following his orders, I relaxed, used more tongue, slurped on it. Got lower. I just followed his hand and its lead, helping me in my bobbing motion and guiding me through the process. He was a stranger, and I was sucking him off in the backseat of a car in the parking lot of my school, where I had hoped to become prom queen by the end of the school year. And he tasted bad. It wasn't a romantic cap of the evening for a romantic event. It was pure, unadultered sex. <<s stranger>>Fuck you're good.<</s>> Came his voice in a husky whisper, a praise that gave me satisfaction. If I was going to be doing this kind of things, at least let me be good with them! And I bobbed, and I serviced, and my spit kept flowing and covering his cock, sliding down to his hairy balls. Removing his hand, he allowed me to continue my work unsupervised. And the choice was mine on what I wanted to do. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "Slow down">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/harrasser-slower.jpg">>Finally feeling comfortable enough to slow down, I maintained my winning technique but allowed for my movement to stop being so sporadic, so horny. Shifting and slurping and allowing my tongue to play with the underside of his penis, I heard his moans grow. Fast and furious didn't always mean effective. As my technique improved, so did his moans, as he got close to his ultimate satisfaction at my masterful mouth play. And he moaned. And he got closer, and it brought me joy to be able to have such an effect on a stranger. And it slowly but surely got me closer to my goal. Even got him closer to his goal, but that didn't matter anymore. I was being a dirty girl who went back with a stranger, I better finish that part. And so, when he couldn't handle himself any longer, he came. Hard. And I started drinking and slurping and held my mouth around his tip, allowed my tongue to keep coaxing the delicious substance form its head, and kept receiving his sperm. And it was tasty as it swirled across my mouth and as I kept drinking from it. It was a great, beautiful, naughty, satisfying ending to a perverted dance. And I loved it. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Slow Down" "I'm too submissive for that.">><</if>> <<link "Keep pushing my limits. Blow him harder.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't know who I needed to prove myself to. He was a stranger, a person that I'll probably never see again, and yet here I was blowing him off and giving him a satisfaction and a pleasure that he probably didn't deserve. And yet I explained to myself that I wasn't doing this for him. I was doing it for myself. I was doing it for my own satisfaction. <<picmid "valentine/harrasser-deep.jpg">> I was choking and humiliating myself on a dirty cock with hairy balls for my own pleasure, right? And yet I was happy, if that's what happiness was, as I kept bobbing my head up and down with gusto, a woman on a plan and needing to reach the beautiful ending that she was hoping would be hers. The beautiful ending to a romantic valentine evening, right? And I sucked, blew, slobbered and kept spitting on that cock that I needed to satisfy, the person's moans filling the backseat of the car where we were and urging me on, calling me names that drifted into the background, cancelled by the hazy noise of the party that I had left behind. And I sucked and blew and slobbered like a horny bitch in need of her bone, in need to satisfy a stranger's bone, as my hand drifted down between my pants and played with my needy snatch. He wanted me to suck, and so. I sucked and blew and slobbered till his warning came a bit too late, his penis erupting in a fiery explosion, surprising me as I moved away, and continuing its assault of my face, painting my whore face with its white ooze, a dirty ending to a dirty blowjob, a whore whose one purpose for the evening was to humilate herself, and who accomplished that goal. This is what happiness feels like, right? I opened my mouth, tasting the last few spurts like a needy bitch in heat, because that was what I was. And I liked it. <<s stranger>>What a fucking bitch. I'll see you around, whore.<</s>> He kicked me out. This is what happiness feels like, right? <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>❗ <<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "Let's ride him">><<add "sexskill" 3>><<replace "#choices">>I needed him inide of me. I needed release of my own, and I needed that dirty cock to be sliding inside of me and to be giving me that feeling. And I needed it to be dirty, digusting. I hiked my dress up and I kept sucking him off, giving off lewd sounds as I went to remove my panties. Seeing my activity, he decided to be a gentleman and help. And he tore my panties down my legs and off, then gave my ass a powerful spank that drove me forward onto his cock. <<picmid "valentine/harrasser-fucking.jpg">> I moaned loud, and he laughed at my predicament. <<s stranger>>Get on top.<</s>> He commanded with forceful diregard, and I jumped to follow that command, as I put myself above him. This was the moment. A romantic evening needed its romantic ending, as he removed condom from his pocket, opened it, and placed it on his cock below me... And he pushed up, only lust on his mind, as his cock invaded my pussy. And I lost my footing, and fell back down with him, his cock lodged deep inside of me. And it felt odd, invasive, extremely perverted to be doing this in the backseat of a car. Yet I was doing it. And I was loving it. And I needed more of him. And so I started slowly going up and down. Taking his length, and then letting it go. Then taking it back again. In and out he went, and moan after moan my voice got louder. I didn't care about the location anymore. I didn't care who it was with. Hell, I didn't even care if <<light Eric>> came and watched, or <<light Bekham>>, or anyone for that matter. I needed release. It was now a common goal, and we were both racing towards it, me jumping up and down and him matching my movements, driving his penis deeper in me and making me give off the most naughty of moans. And we jumped and moved and grinded and played, and we were ejoying each other's bodies, as his hands went to the front of my dress and started pinching my nipples, eliciting loud, horny, slutty moans from me. I was a toy for his pleasure, but a vocal toy who was finding pleasure of her own. And I felt that wave of pleasure approach, wanting to crash over me, to engulf me. And I wanted it to come as I rushed towards it. <<s stranger>>I am close.<</s>> So was I, and I needed it soon. I was running out of breath, the car's windows were turning foggy, the penis inside me was twitching and exploring. He gave a big grunt, pushing upwards. I jumped off, and kept playing with my clit, as he swiftly removed the condom and came over my belly, covering it with his sperm. And I fiddled as he covered my hand and the bottom of my dress, and I fiddled as I watched his face contort in agonizing pleasure. And I came too, my moans rising in the backseat of the car as his cock rested, still spurting its white liquid, at the door of my quivering snatch, and I loved the feelings. He could've pushed back, a danger that I didn't care for at the moment. Yet ever the gentleman, he didn't, as he kept rubbing his cock against the outside of my pussy, prolonging the feelings I was having and the naughty wave of pleasure that I was riding. And I was happy to have found this dirty satisfaction, even if it was at the hand of a stranger... Or maybe because of it. And I felt fulfilled. Ever the gentleman, he grabbed my disguarded panties and gave them to me. <<s stranger>>Time to go. Put these on.<</s>> And I did, over my sperm-covered snatch, before adjusting my dress. Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for me and spanked my ass to send me outside, and on my way to wherever I wanted to go. And I was grateful for it. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>>❗<<else>><<dark "Let's ride him" "Not corrupted enough">><</if>></div>

The athletic <<light Yara>> was going to end her night with me, and I was eager to see where it would take us as I followed her across the deserted school corridors. Despite fighting against the feeling, I still felt like a prize that she had won, just as I felt I had won a prize of my own, as her hand playfully grabbed mine while leading the charge. Into the locker rooms, and through a door to an inventory room, she smartly took us to a secluded location, one where we weren't going to be interrupted in, and one where she seemed quite comfortable. Gymnastics mattresses lay on the floor as she pushed me onto them, before quickly following me down to kiss my lips and give me the loving she had promised me. And I was quick to kiss her back, my energy matching hers as her smile grew in between the kisses. <<s Yara>>You're so fucking hot.<</s>> She commented before going back in for a kiss, lips intertwined and fighting for dominion, and neither of us succeeding in our goal to control this interaction. It was a battle of wills, and she knew it just as much as I did. And she savored that feeling just as much as I did. <<s Yara>>Ready to feel what it's like being cared for by me?<</s>> She asked, her hands slowly drifting downwards and exploring the hem of the dress I was wearing. My hands had some explorations of their own to do as they slid under her top, their two destinations close. <<s Author>>Babe I can take care of the both of us.<</s>> They found their goal, grasping her heaving breasts and starting their handling of them, weighing them against each other and on their own. And her gasp was a satisfaction of its own as I smiled at her closed eyes and open mouth, the partner I have taken for the evening enjoying my playful game. Yet she was playing a silent game of her own, as the distraction took my mind away from her explorative fingers, who slowly but surely rose the dress to my midriff before landing on my pussy through my panties, exploring the wetness I was feeling just there. <<picmid "valentine/lesbian-kiss.jpg">> And explore they did, as she softly rubbed against my panties, and slowly played with my inner thigh, one hand still holding my dress and still slowly hiking it up, and still wanting to regain control. And still, despite knowing her plan, I faltered, as her fingers' explorations led her hand to the side of my panties, grasping it and moving it to give her easier access. Access that made me moan out underneath her, as she smiled at my needy face. And her smile turned to determination as he used both hands to get my panties off, pulling at them to give herself free access to my treasure. Wanting to have an attack of my own, I was quick to retaliate by removing her top, bringing it over her head and off, noticing that he had disreguarded any bra for the evening. <<s Author>>Free the nipple.<</s>> I said, before reaching up my mouth and jailing said rosy nipple between my teeth, nibbling softly at it to pull a needy moan from her mouth, my fingers finding the other nipple and pulling at it also, a two-fronted attack that she wasn't impervious to. As her moans rose, so did my passion for her toned, athletic body. And I wanted it all to me, as my other hand grabbed her from behind, pulling her against my mouth and pinching fingers. Aware of the trap I was springing at her, wanting to be just as attentive to my needs as I was to hers, <<light Yara>> got moving. She did promise me care, and she delivered as her hands got to explore my pussy, and her mouth slowly lowered to stop my oral stimulation of her nipples to kiss my lips. I reciprocated, falling for her tasty lips and wanting to taste them, as her fingers slowly started teasing my entrance, playing in and out as they kept their explorations to the outside, yet slowly invaded. And I opened my legs without noticing what I was doing. And I was liking what she was doing to me. And I kissed back with passion, wanting to show her that I liked what she was doing to me. She kissed and played and kept me on edge for a while, playing with my pliable body and enjoying the moans I was pushing in her mouth. Moans I was freely giving. <<s Yara>>Time to take care of that naughty pussy, don't you think?<</s>> Came her comment, before she dove down and spread my legs further, her lips finding mine in an explorative kiss at first, before her tongue came out for a taste. And then another. And then another. And God did I like what she was doing to me, spreading my legs further, wanting to offer myself to her. To her care. And take care of me she did, pushing her tongue against and across my folds, expertly exploring something she knew she had free reign over, a place she was confident in researching, her oral attention growing in passion and intensity, unafraid of traps as I opened up, moaning and gasping at her different movements. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> And she licked and played and toyed and discovered what made me twitch and used it even further, wanting to bring out the naughty emotions from me that I was unable to stop from revealing. And she loved what she had found, and kept finding. And I gave, moans, shouts, gasps, and deep breaths, until all there was to give was my ultimate satisfaction. I came with a breathtaking orgasm, words eluding me, feelings overwhelming me, and emotions surpassing me, and it felt glorious. Her expert tongue and smart attention to my needs kept me on edge and left me needy, and I was hooked on how she made me feel. Yet soon after my high, I didn't find a low, as she continued her tongue activity against my still sensitive organ. I moaned, loud, a question to what she was doing. <<s Yara>>Don't worry.<</s>> She looked up at me and spoke. <<s Yara>>Let me take care of you.<</s>> Looking back down in a momentary respite, she was distracted as my pussy twitched in anticipation. If there was ever a time to do something, now was it. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "Surrender to her expert tongue">><<less "subdom" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/yara-fingering.jpg">>I felt weak, and it felt really good to be taken care of. I let the moment pass, watching her look at me, smiling wide and her words forming a beautiful naughty image in my mind: <<s Yara>>You're so sexy when you're mine.<</s>> And down her head went, back to explore my needy pussy and puching further than she did earlier, my sensitivity intensifying everything I felt, and doubling the pleasure I was receiving. And I moaned, loudly, not caring anymore about being observed. That room was amazing, and her tongue was even more so, as he exploration was supplemented with fingers that went in too, searching deep for more mumbled appreciative words. And I moaned these words, and thanked her and gasped at wat she was doing. And she licked, sucked, invaded, and toyed with me. I was being taken care of, yes, but she's the one who deserved a prize for thw expert way she was playing with me. And that prize was yet again fast approaching, my pleasure overwhelming me, stars spiralling around me as I saw them drift and turn in my head. And I looked at them, my body floating on these beautiful horny clouds. And I felt my horniness growing, growing, growing. A huge wave that rose and rose and rose. And she flicked her tongue. A button was pushed. And I crashed alongside these waves of pleasure, my legs shaking as my ellicit moans rose multiple octaves. The pleasure was unlike anything I imagines I could feel, and I basked in it. She kept her tongue movement on that spot, prolonging the earthquake of pleasure that coursed through me. And I kept moaning and writhing and shaking. And she smiled throuh her expert manipulation. And I smiled at the emotions I was feeling. And slowly, the wave subsided as she went up to hug me, her breats pushing against my side as she held me there, and I hugged her back. I felt fulfilled, satisfied with the feelings I was going through. And I smiled as I looked at her. She leaned in for a kiss, and I reciprocated. She hugged me and took care of me, a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Surrender to her expert tongue" "I'm not that much of a submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>!">><</if>> <<link "I need to return the favor">><<add "sexskill" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/yara-kiss.jpg">>I felt the need to return the favor, as I slid myself down the mattresses and drifted so that I faced her, then drifted some more as I put myself between her legs. Looking up at her, I spoke: <<s Author>>It's only fair I return the favore, isn't it?<</s>> My hands grasped the side of her pants, and pulled down, removing them alongside her panties, to reveal her shaved lips. And the smell that was hidden inside. She was ready for whatever I planned to do next. I got her clothes off, throwing them to the side, before I moved my head forward, wanting to do some oral exploration of my own, as my tongue drifted across these lips for a first taste. Then a second. By the third, I was hooked, offering her oral submission as I started my assault of her sex, hoping to bring her the satisfaction that she gave me moments ago. And I licked and attacked and fiddled and explored her beautiful folds, and it felt good to reciprocate and hear the noises coming out of her for once. And she pushed herself against my mouth, looking to make use of my skill as she grinded herself against me, hoping to find some release of her own. Soon, I no longer had to push my head up as she all but sat on my face, moving her pussy against my mouth and fiddling her clit with my nose. A seat for her satisfaction, I didn't look like a prize. A prized couch perhaps. But I didn't care. I needed to bring her pleasure, and as her legs started losing control, I knew she was close to crashing in agonizing pleasure. And I went for the assault, attacking her nether lips with mine as I pushed for a heavy oral expidition between her folds, her body writhing above me as she lost control and started moaning out her satisfaction, her face raised towards the sky and praising what I had done to her, and was still doing. She was in pleasure, and I worked to make it last as much as possible, as I kept my tongue out, lodged between her lips and writhing just enough to keep the pressure. Her moans proved she was loving the feeling, and I moaned back inside of her, smiling through the tongue-lashing I administered. That high eventually subsided, yet the beautiful feelings remained, as she slunk down and hugged me. I moved my lips to hers, both of us sharing our tastes. That satisfying feeling remained with us, and I basked in it as our naked bodies gave into our hug. And we liked what we had, a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine evening. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $athletics gte 30>><<link "Time for me to control this action.">><<add "sexskill" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/lesbian-fingering.jpg">>I might like being taken care of, the way <<light Yara>> wanted me to be taken care of. But I also liked proving myself, and I needed to show her that I was a worthy oponent to her sexual deviancy. And so in that one moment of distraction, I struck, a viper attacking its prey as I swiftly hooked my legs against hers and turned us around on the mattresses, expertly using my athletic prowess that I had started to discover to shift the paradism and be the one on top. Our legs entertwined, I slowly started to move against her, rubbing my thigh against her pussy, and doing the same to myself. I was deliberatein my motions, eager to move us both in the direction of mutual satisfaction. And I knew how to get us there, slowly and surely moving on top of her in smooth motions, looking down at her as she took in the leasure I offered. I moved back a bit. <<s Author>>Take it off.<</s>> I ordered her, and to my surprise, she listened. In my plank position on top of her, I saw as my naughty valentine sexcapade took off her pants alongside her panties, leaving her just as naked as I was. And I hooked our legs again, going back to my naughty game of body motion, one that required strong bodies, and one that we both had the ability for. And I played that game, confidently moving my body against hers and helping us both in that satisfying direction, pulling her horny strings and hooking them to mine, leading us both to the promised land. <<s Yara>>Gosh you're hot above me like that!<</s>> She announced, looking at my body glistening with the sweat it was producing, softly dripping from the edge of my nipples onto her below me. And she bit, grabbing that nipple with her teeth, giving me pleasure back as I writhed against her, pushing us both to higher feelings, and surely leading us towards the edge. The dangerous edge. I lowered my hand and hooked it against her pussy, pushing my fingers inside, as I kept fiddling against her, fighting her toying of my needy, heaving breasts. And I fought against her while she pushed me just as much as I did her. And we kept that dangerous horny dance, moving closer and closer to the edge, as her fingers found their way to my own pussy and went back to invading its sensitive folds. And we looked each other in the eyes. Our valentine conquest. We both came in unison, our voices fighting the silence together, breaking the tension and merging in a beautiful horny symphony of relief and satisfaction. We were deep in pleasure, and it felt glorious. And our bodies kept pushing against one another as I slumped down on her, sweat merging as we kept our hands moving and fingers lodged inside, prolonging the beautiful shared feeling. We kept riding that delectable wave, our eyes boring into each other, before we leaned in for a kiss, two lovers with a satisfying conclusion. We kissed, and softly retreated from that satisfying high, as we smiled at each other, and happily moved to hug one another, silence slowly invading the space between us, leaving us in a coccoon of our own. //What a beautiful valentine.// <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Time for me to control this action" "My breath is taken from me.<br>Not athletic<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> enough">><</if>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "The locker room">> I watched as <<light Yara>> leaned in to kiss <<light Eva>>, their lips crashing and entertwining, a beautiful sight in front of me. And when <<light Yara>> moved back to look at <<light Eva>> to make sure that she was fine with what was happening, my nerdy friend leaned back in for a kiss of her own, looking to reciprocate. And they started their queer exploration of each other's bodies, their hands drifting as their mouths kept the contact, only broken by a stray tongue looking to cross the border between them. The passionate kiss grew in intensity, their hands holding one another as they slumped down on the bench below them, looking to keep their exploration. <<light Eva>> stopped for a bit to look at me, and <<light Yara>> was quick on cue to bring me down and have me kiss her, as I allowed myself to join the two on the wooden bench, my lips pressed against my athletic friend's and our tongues drifting in exploration. Behind me, <<light Eva>>'s hands startled their exploration of the dress we had chosen to get together, her hands drifting to my front as they explored my belly and slowly made their way up to my breasts. <<picmid "valentine/yaraeva-playing.jpg">> I had some exploration of my own to do, as my hands started drifting up on <<light Yara>>'s body, choosing to land on the blazer she was wearing and removing it for her, moving behind her to let go of the blazer there, our lips hardly pressed against one another. Next, button by button, the shirt started opening up for my adventuring hands, as our kiss stopped, and I felt <<light Eva>> on my back moving closer to me, pressing herself against me to lean in on her kiss with <<light Yara>>. Sandwiched between the two beautiful bodies, one soft and one strong, I kept my mission to get <<light Yara>> naked in mind, as I drifted downwards and saw her revealed <<if $yaralingerie is 1>>blue lingerie. The one I chose for her.<<elseif $yaralingerie is 2>>black star lingerie. The one I chose for her.<<elseif $yaralingerie is 3>>striped lingerie. The one I chose for her.<<else>>striped lingerie. The one I chipped in to buy for her.<</if>> She looked absolutely amazing in the bra, as I kept going at the buttons to remove her shirt, throwing it behind her. I ate her up with my eyes, as my mouth watered at the beautiful sight in front of me, and I was ready to pounce. Except that she had different plans for what was to happen next, her hands hooking my dress and slowly pulling it up, aided by my other friend from behind and leaving me in only my underwear. <<if $valentine.has('flowery dress')>>My flowery dress thrown aside, <<elseif $valentine.has('red dress')>>My red dress thrown aside, <<elseif $valentine.has('yellow dress')>>My yellow dress thrown aside, <</if>>they both got to work kissing my curves, <<light Eva>> finding a perfectly sensitive spot on my neck while <<light Yara>> went to my breasts in her oral exploration, their tongues overpowering my senses and the doubled attention bringing me great pleasure. Pleasure I leaned into, raising my head high as I moaned my appreciation of this duet of love, smiling at the beautiful sensations I was feeling. <<light Eva>>'s soft nibbling was so sweet, a beautiful calm attention to an eregenous zone, while <<light Yara>>'s activities were more forceful, grasping my breasts as she explored their revealed spots through my bra. Soon after, <<light Yara>> halted her exploration of my body, switching her attention to the petite friend behind me. <<s Yara>>It's quite unfair that you'd be the only one still fuly clothed, don't you agree?<</s>> She stood as she spoke, moving towards doe-eyed <<light Eva>>. Reaching my friend and putting her hand against the bottom of her <<if $valentine.has('checkered')>>checkered dress,<<elseif $valentine.has('punk')>>punkish skirt,<<elseif $valentine.has('frenchie')>>frenchie skirt,<</if>> and lifting till the garment was off, revealing her underwear before moving and taking the top off. There was <<light Eva>>, now in her underwear, kneeling on the bench in front of me, when I moved in to kiss her, hooking my hands behind her and unlacing her bra. Behind me, <<light Yara>> was doing the same to my bra. I worked my friend out of her bra as I was worked out of mine, our kissing turning passionate, when I noticed that <<light Yara>> next to me had been left out, and turned to address the issue, kissing her belly as I moved my hands behind her to unhook her bra as well. <<light Eva>> moved her head up and joined <<light Yara>> with kisses and nibbles against the ear, as their passionate moans rose above me. My searching hands were finally able to get my friend out of her bra, before I moved to work on her exposed nipples, hard and staring right back at me. One between my pinching fingers and the other in my needy mouth, their stimulation started bringing me lovely noise from <<light Yara>> straight into <<light Eva>>'s mouth. All decorum was gone, all hiding and playful game forgotten behind us as soon as we got into this deserted locker room. Something about this whole thing screamed naughtiness, screamed odd and weird, yet we were committed to see it through. And see it through we did as our game heated up and our kisses turned slobby and passionate, three naughty girls in their underwears looking to enjoy their time together. <<picmid "valentine/yaraeva-playing.jpg">> Our sexual exploration grew, as each of <<light Eva>> and myself discovered one of <<light Yara>>'s breasts, nursing her nipples as we looked at each other and our friend's reactions. My fingers which so far had been resting against her back slowly started drifting downwards, hooking the panties I chose for her and slowly pulling them down. The naughty treasure was about to be revealed, panties slowly lowering to show a landing strip that led all the way to needy lips, that I immediately got to work on, eliciting moans of pleasure from my domineering friend and bringing me pleasure to watch. <<light Yara>> was quick to give her order to <<light Eva>> in between needy moans, eager to return the favor to me. <<s Yara>>Take her... panties off.<</s>> Came her request in between sporadic moans, obeyed by our nerdy friend, who quickly moved behind me and started lowering my own panties to the ground below me. <<light Yara>>'s moans were soon matched by my own as <<light Eva>> slid her fingers into me from behind, her rhythm overpowering my action on our athletic friend's lower lips. Above me, the two of them were kissing passionately as they each worked me from one side, one using my mouth and the other entering me from my kneeling position. I rocked back and forth between their supple bodies, pushing myself onto the fingers behind me and licking the pussy in front like my life depended on it, searching for the treasure trove inside. And that movement lasted for a while, until their passionate kissing turned to heated open-mouthed tonguing, <<light Yara>> moving from her position to behind me as she got to work removing her friend's panties, the only piece of clothing left worn. <<s Eva>>What are you?<</s>> Her breathless question came answered when <<light Yara>> pushed her down to lie on her back on the bench, before hooking her leg above her to get a pleasure of her own. <<s Yara>>I need your tongue against me.<</s>> Came her reply as she lined her pussy with our friend's mouth, her position giving her full control over the speed of the encounter. <<s Yara>>And you, my nipples.<</s>> Came her request (or order) to me, as she started playing with them in anticipation, <<light Eva>> already at work against her. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -5>><<link "Follow her command">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to bring pleasure to my friend, give her what she needed. The master behind this whole plan needed to be attended to, and both of us had to help her with this, to get her to where she needs to be. And so, while <<light Eva>> laid underneath her licking away at her snatch, smoethered between her athletic thighs, I got to work on <<light Yara>>'s breasts. Sizable despite her being a sports girl, I had them both at my disposal to suck and explore, grasping each while I nursed on the other. <<picmid "valentine/yaraeva-support.jpg">> The moans that <<light Yara>> gave were an absolute joy to see, as our combined efforts got her closer and closer to the edge, each pleasuring her in our own way, trying our best to heighten her pleasure. I had my hands full (literally) working on her heaving breasts, pinching and kissing and sucking and gnawing, trying my best to help her on her way to her orgasm, as my nerdy friend dutifully suffocated between her legs, trying to lick her way to the honey that awaited her. And so, with our combined efforts, we soon heard <<light Yara>>'s voice raise in moanful appreciation as we got her past the point of no return, bringing her the pleasure she seeked ever since she got to the party. Her moans eventually subsiding, I had to get a pleasure of my own. And she helped me with it, leading me over our friend's petite nerdy body and putting me on top of it in a 69 position, our mouths right in front of our targets. And we got to work almost immediately, a fight to get the other over the top the fastest. And the race raged on as we moaned into each other's pussies, puching one another to the limit of our abilities. <<light Yara>> saw that <<light Eva>> was losing this fight, already tired to have serviced her, and helped her with me, her fingers finding my wet hole and sliding inside while my petite friend got to work on my clit, flicking and licking it to bring me my needed, lbeti distracting, pleasure. I was keen on returning the favor, as I sucked on <<light Eva>>'s engorged clit, my fingers moving to find their way into her pussy too. An escalation that could only lead to one place, our lovemaking carried us across the finish line, all three of us working to reach that beautiful destination. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> In unison, we crossed the threshold, our cries and moans merging into the locker room, echoing through as we found ourselves filled with the pleasureful feeling of satisfaction we got. We were triumphant in our seeking for pleasure, a great ending to a perfect valentine. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow her command" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Eva probably needs some attention">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think someone else needs my attention.<</s>> I announced, the initial target of this whole plan what I had in mind, as I moved behind <<light Yara>> and between our friend's legs, spreading them to give me full access to her beautiful treasure trove. <<picmid "valentine/yaraeva-munching.jpg">> And I immediately got to work sucking and licking at her pussy as she continued her work between our athletic friend's thighs, our lovemaaking intensifying as our licking became more frantic. The view I had was glorious, as between my friend's legs I could see her pouty lips calling for my attention, but could also witness <<light Yara>> from her back, her athletic body smothering the petite nerd underneath her. Her back flexed and stretched as she received beautiful pleasure from her friend, her own finger finding their way to her chest as she played with her breasts, elevating her pleasure. This gave me an idea as my hands rose to grasp <<light Eva>>'s nipples, heightening the pleasure I was bringing her as my mouth continued its work on her pussy, exploring her folds with a tongue that strengthened and released, expertly bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Yes, I was improvising, but it came naturally to me. It did so for all of us, as both of my friends slowly but surely approached their release, <<light Yara>>'s humping movement growing frantic and desperate, her muscles flexing as I admired their beautiful movement above my friend. The thighs contracting as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, her back muscles arching when <<light Eva>> did something right. There was a real pleasure filling me from watching this beautiful body at work. My tongue flicked on <<light Eva>>'s clit, and without warning, her legs snapped around me, holding me in position. <<s Eva>>Yes. Right there.<</s>> Came her desperate cries, asking me to continue my assault on that sensitive spot. Who was I to deny her such a request? I got to work licking her clit, my hands unable to reach her breast anymore and instead moving to hold her legs up between my neck, a beautiful necklace of soft flesh that required attention. And attention I gave them, rubbing them as my tongue kept its motion on that specific button, wanting to get my friend to that beautiful endzone. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> Moans rose as they both got there, finding the ultimate pleasure they were searching and crossing that finish line with flying colors. <<light Eva>>'s legs closed on me even tighter as her orgasm coursed through her, my tongue still in position to prolong the feelign as much as possible, and my hands holding onto her chocking legs. I could feel the tension coursing through her body, and as I looked up, notice that the same was happening to our athletic friend, all the muscles on her back contracting in orgasmic release, a pleasure heightening and crossing its breaking point. And that's how we spent the next minute, both of them in orgasmic sexual delight, as their bodies tensed and relaxed in unison, like a marathon that they just finished. <<light Yara>>, ever the athlete, wanted to keep going after her sexual race. Her eyes turned to lock on me, wanting to bring me across the finish line too. And so she moved with sultry, studied movements, to behind me. Still lying down on all fours, tasting <<light Eva>>'s beautiful nectar, I saw as she got behind me and straddled me, her fingers finding my wet hole and sliding in expertly without much challenge. And so the rocking motion started, as her fingers moved with her body, sliding in and out. Her hand on my hip, my athletic friend controlled my movement, sliding me back and forth against her hips and the fingers jutting out in front of her. And I followed her commanded movement, back and forth. In and out. Gasp after gasp, as her fingers kept exploring and drilling me in a deliberate motion. My mouth releasing my nerdy friend from her delight underneath me, she slide lower until she became right underneath me, looking me in the eyes. And she kissed my lips, my moans merging with hers as I got expertly fucked on my friend's fingers. Our entertwined lips muffled my pleasureful sounds as the sensations rose through me. It further silenced me when <<light Eva>>'s hands found my breasts, pinching my hard nipples and eliciting sweet moans from me. Their double assault was having its intended effect on me, as both of them brought me closer and closer to my own orgasm, to my own finish line. And they urged me on, their voices slowly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. <<s Yara>>Yes, that's it girl. Come for me. Come for us.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Come on <<print $name>>. I need you to come for me. Come on.<</s>> Their urging, combined with their expert efforts, soon helped me across the beautiful finish line, my moans rising and trying to break free from the kiss that <<light Eva>> was back to impose on me, my rocking motions on <<light Yara>>'s fingers growing extremely frantic and going all out of rhythm as my pussy twitched around them looking to tighten the grip they had. And I moaned and thrashed, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I came between my two friends, enjoying the effect they were having on me, and thankful for their help in such an experience. The beauty of the moment lasted, as all three of us lay down and rested for a while there, relaxing on the wooden bench after our intense love-making, laughing at each other and taking in the effect of the evening. What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "Better put Yara's mouth to good use">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<replace "#choices">>She might have been the mastermind behind this whole plan, but what she didn't know was that she herself was being played by me as I got her exactly where I needed her. I got in front of my athletic friend, ready to spring a trap of my own, as I got to kissing her passionately, our bodies above that of our nerdy friend, embraced in beautiful lovemaking. And that kiss slowly turned into her head being puched down to nibble on my neck, before being lowered even more to suckling on my tits as I moaned out, tables already turned on my domineering friend without her noticing it. And down and down it went, to beneath my breasts and across my belly, all the way down as I laid on my back on the bench to between my legs, her lips exploring my own folds as <<light Eva>> explored hers. <<picmid "valentine/yaraeva-train.jpg">> I laid on my back, legs hooked behind my athletic friend's shoulders, as I got her to work on my pussy, bringing me the pleasure I required while our nerdy friend got to work on her. My own hands moved up to my breasts, kneeding and pulling on my nipples as I started enjoying my friend's tongue against my pussy, happy with the position I had found myself in, being serviced by the person with a plan. The plan that eventually serviced me most. And I smiled at the predicament of that naughty girl lying between my legs, who hooked themselves behind her back and rested there, my approach to the beautiful orgasm I needed for myself after that long night rapid and delectable. As I raced to the finish line, so did <<light Yara>> against her friend's expert tonguing, her angle forcing her to let go control, seized by our naughty nerd as she placed her hands against her tight ass and pulled her against her, controlling the motions and making sure she worked correctly on her folds. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> And so, with that expert tonguing and my hands pinching and kneeding my nipples, I felt myself tighting up against my atheltic, sexual friend's head, rushing across and beyond that beautiful final orgasm, eager to be enjoying that finish line. And it felt glorious as I shook against her, smiling and moaning out to the empty locker room, her relentless mouth work carrying me across the orgasm and prologing it the best it could. <<light Eva>>'s work continued too, as <<light Yara>> eventually had to let go of my snatch to moan into the bench as our friend kept bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The moans grew, and I found that I needed to do something of my own, <<light Eva>>'s pussy neglected for too long. <<light Yara>>'s moans still carrying across the empty lockers, I moved to between <<light Eva>>'s legs, sitting on the bench between them and straddling her, as my fingers found her wet hole waiting to be plowed. And they got to work, strong and at attention, to help bring her pleasure of her own, my back and forth motion fucking her with deliberate strokes, my other hand finding one of her breasts and kneeding at it, pinching her nipple. As <<light Yara>>'s moans rose an octave, her pleasure intensifying and approaching the finish line, I could hear <<light Eva>>'s muffled ones slowly rising to meet them, both of my friends close to their release as my rocking motion slowly started distracting my naughty nerdy friend. And back and forth and in and out the motion went, steady, calculated, deliberate, as the moans grew and grew and grew, all before <<light Yara>> couldn't handle herself anymore and cam all over <<light Eva>>'s mouth, her body tensing in pleasureful release as she was brought to a satisfying conclusion. The petite nerd behind her kept holding on to her taught ass, her mouth still moving against her nether lips and her nose still burried in her snatch, as my movement picked up pace. I needed her to cum for me, and I was going to get her there soon. And so my motion raised in intensity and my commitment to see this through grew, slowly but surely stringing my nerdy friend along the journey as her tonguing relented over our satisfyed friend, and her moans now released from their confined prison between <<light Yara>>'s legs rose unobstructed across the empty room, her appreciation to my movement clear. Pump. Pump. Pump. In out. In out. In out. The motion carried, faster and faster, as her moans rose, higher ang higher, until... <<s Eva>>Fuckkk<</s>> Came the shout of release as my nerdy friend crossed her line and came al over my fingers, her pleasure reaching its tipping point and her body heaving and tensing with the pleasure of her beautiful release. I smiled as I saw her tense and release underneath me, happy to have helped her through this pleasurable state. All three of us satisfied, sweaty, exhausted, laid on the bench for a short while, our intense workout now complete. What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Better put Yara's mouth to good use." "Not dominant enough">><</if>> </div>

<<pichead "events/evaevents/evahome-bedroom.jpg" "Eva's Bedroom">> Here we were, in her room, laying down on her bed as we rested from that intense evening we just had. The tension was almost unbearable, as we stared at the ceiling in silent anticipation. This was a date... And we had made it to the bed... Yet neither of us was ready to make the first move. And the chance might slip between our fingers without anyone doing anything about it. And- I felt her turn towards me. I turned towards her too. She spoke. <<s Eva>>So.. I don't know-<</s>> I couldn't handle letting this opportunity pass, and throwing all caution in the air, I leaned in and kissed her. Passionately. I moved back and looked at her. She looked back at me, her lips still slightly open in confusion. She leaned herself back towards me and kissed me. I kissed back, fire burning within and hoping to be released. And our hands got to exploring, one of her hooking behind my head while the other found its way to my waist, both of mine going for a lower approach as one rested on her arm adn the other against her ass through the dress I had chosen for her. And we got to work kissing one another, our passion exploding at the end of a very long date, hoping to reach a satisfying conclusion. And kisses turned into open-mouthed tongue wars as our soft exploration turned passionate, wach hoping to explore more of the other. Our hands were at the forefront of that activity, their fingers finding edges of graments and hooking them away from our soft bodies, leaving us in only our underwear. I looked at her soft petite body as she looked back at mine, and we were both eager to be taking this to the next step. And so my hands raced to play with her breasts across the bra she was wearing, exploring her curves and pulling against her soft flesh. Hers were more tentative in their approach, as one hooked behind my neck to bring me in for more kisses while the other found its way behind me and to my ass, kneeding it with wanton abandon, grasping at it with unexpected force. Yet I leaned into the feeling, both of us hoping to find more from our date than simple secrets and looking for satisfaction at the other's hands. And our exploration continued, grew more bold and hopeful and intense, as our bodies continued their passioante dance, pinching and kneeding and pulling and twisting, moans slowly rising from our lips. <<s Eva>>We need to keep calm, we don't want my parents to wake up!<</s>> She announced, her smile betraying her naughtiness as she leaned back to kiss me. I pinched her nipple, eliciting a muffled moan from my friend. <<s Author>>Shhh not do loud.<</s>> I berated her while laughing. He was quick to retaliate, a spank on my ass coursing through my body, forcing a moan of my own out of my mouth. <<s Eva>>Damn girl you need to calm down.<</s>> She joked back. Our smiles carried our kisses as we kept exploring each other's lips, enjoying the softness of each other's company. <div id='choices'><<if $open lte 30>><<link "Silent night">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not all happy endings needed to have a "happy ending". Preferring to be calm and not push our luck with <<light Eva>>'s parents, we went for a more tame exploration of each others' bodies, kissing one another with passion and allowing our mouths to do the talking for us, our hands simply roaming in calm exploration across each others curves. Her young petite body against mine, my hands were enjoying her smaller dimensions as I allowed them to discover across her underwear, loving what they were finding there and searching for more in this soft presence in front of me. Hers reciprocated, holding me tight as her lips played against mine in soft whimpers and tentative kisses, our bodies moving in unison as we got to work on one another. The beauty of the moment was heightened by whispers that interjected our passionate kissing, as our mouths entertwined then seperated, allowing for these sweet words to escape our lips. <<s Eva>>You're so beautiful tonight.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm so lucky to be ending the evening with you.<</s>> Our confessions carrying us through the beautiful romantic emotions that were floating through us, and our hands keeping us tight against one another, we spent the night whispering our words and showing our appreciation, engaged in these lovely emotions that flowed through us. I was loving what I was feeling, my body really responding to hers in our silent motions, and eventually drifted off to sleep in her kind arms. The next day, I woke up and headed out, getting home early to change before a long school day that awaited. <<link "Go home and prepare for school" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Silent night" "Not pure<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Let's explore each other more.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My body pressed against hers pushed me for further exploration, despite the risk of being found out by her parents. As my explorative hands drifted underneath her underwear, hers reciprocated the movement, both slipping under my bra as they groped my heaving breasts. And We kept our daring discovery of each other's bodies, my fingers slipping against her lips, searching across her wet folds for entry, and gaining it soon after, as I started fingering her to completion. Her hands, in turn, got to work on my nipples, pinching and kneeding them, before she chose to break the kiss to concentrate on getting nmy bra off. Now revealed to her outside of their cotton confines, my nipples stood to attention, calling for fingers to work them. And her fingers found them, giving them the care that they implored, eliciting appreciative moans from me. I got to work back on her, my fingers roaming deep inside of her, a motion that I maintained as I saw her writhe and twist above me, keeping the pressure against her in a come hither motion, bringing her closer and closer to the sweet orgasm that awaited her. And she gave attention back, her mouth pressed against one of my breasts as a hand played with the other. The other hand slowly drifting lower as it got closer and closer to its destination, playfully approaching my spread legs as it travelled across my midriff and discovered my curves. <<picmid "valentine/fingering.jpg">> The heat of the moment started slowly rising, spreading and spreading across us as our hands got to work on each other's treasure troves, calling for the other to orgasm and find the ultimate pleasure. We got to work, playing with one another, slowly approaching that sweet destination, helping one another as our passion rose. Her head moved up, and her lips found mine once more, both in a fit of passion and to silence the moans that were rising between us. <<picmid "valentine/lesbian-kiss.jpg">> And moans were whispered into each other's receiving mouths as our explorative fingers ignored the confines of the underwear and pushed deeper and deeper, in deliberate motions, rubbing and pulling the other closer and closer to her orgasm. Approaching steadily, our calmness drifted towards whispered appreciations, steadily gaining intensity as we got to see each other receive that passionate release we were looking for. And closer and closer we drifted, and further and further we pushed, until we could drift no more and fell down the beautiful passionate hole of release, letting go as our mouths opened together in stunned release, looking each other in the eyes as we crossed the threshold and dropped into pleasureful oblivion. And our voiceless orgasm carried, spasm coursing through us as my fingers and hers kept lodged in their enticing motions, ou pussies tightening against the intruders as they kept their sweet motion, prolonging the silent, beautiful orgasm that built in us, our bodies pressed against each other in tighteneed appreciation and breathless embrace. Our passion grew and flourished inside of <<light Eva>>'s room, as we got to and beyond that beautiful release. What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $sexskill gte 10>><<link "Let's challenge her with an orgasm">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Imagine coming this far and stopping simply because she wanted to remain silent. I couldn't stay calm, and my naughty mind knew exactly what to do to challenge her resolve as I slowly drifted lower above her expectant body, my fingers trailing behind me as they drifted across it. And slowly but surely, they found their destination, hooking themselves into my friend's panties and pulling them downwards to reveal the hidden treasure inside, her pouty, wet lips. These lips called to me, as <<light Eva>> voiced her concern: <<s Eva>>What are you doing?<</s>> Came her question in a breathless whisper. <<s Author>>Shhh<</s>> I shushed her, before giving her lips a tentative lick. <<s Author>>Don't wake your parents.<</s>> I whispered as I saw her body react to my oral exploration. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> And I got to work, challenge issued as my mouth got to work on her needy snatch, my hands hooking themselves behind her ass to raise her even more towards me. Her legs, drifting around my head, found their way behind me as I got to town on her needy core, tongue exploring asthe lips kissed and gave external attention. And kiss after kiss were met with kneeding hands that held onto her shapely figure, pulling against her skin as they pulled moan after moan from her reacting body. Slap! The spanking hand was met with supple flesh, as the noise rippled matched only by her needy moan rising through her. I smiled into her pussy, deciding not to repeat the motion. It was only her moans that would wake her parents. That was the challenge that I intended to win. And lick and kiss merged and flowed through me and into the spread legs in front of me, as I soon found her engorged clit calling to attention. Slowly at first and then my movements intensifying, my tongue got to work on that pleasureful button, finding moans of appreciation from the nerdy body in front of me, challenging her resolve to maintain her silence. Her appreciation of my action was obvious, as her moans broke through the silence surrounding us and heightened with each passing second, my tongue hard at work to bring her to and across the point of no return. And closer and closer she drifted, her moans slowly rising and her words losing sense, as we approached that beautiful release. Her legs tightened, pushing me against her, as my fingers grabbed her ass in wanton abandon. And her shaking legs shook even more as I gave her my final push, licking directly on her button as I pushed her across the edge into pleasureful oblivion. Her moans were nowhere to be found as she caught her breath, trying her best to remain voiceless as her whole body rose in tensed release. And her open mouth made no sound as she tensed, her breath catching. Tense. Unreleasing. And crashing down as her breath returned to her lungs, filling her vocal cords in a soft, prolongued moan of appreciation, that lasted as long as my tongue kept its grinding against her clit. <<picmid "valentine/lesbian-mutual-licking.jpg">> And lasted and lasted, soft, almost impercetible, breathless appreciative white noise. Beyond pleasure, beyond noise, her body writhed against mine as she flowed in and out of orgasm, her body twitching and tensing in the weirdest of rhythms, an appreciation growing and flowing through her. And eventually, I relented, chalenge failed beautifully, as my lips seperated from hers and I rose with kisses across her heaving body, before reaching her breathing lips, and crashing against them. And she smiled through her kiss, before eventually speaking. <<s Eva>>Better luck next time.<</s>> She quipped, a beautiful ending to a beautiful date, as we slowly covered ourselves and drifted off to sleep. I only woke the next day to the sound of chirping birds, weirded out by the prolongued sleep I had gotten. I headed out, getting home early to change before the long school day that awaited. <<link "Go home and prepare for school" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's challenge her with an orgasm" "Not sexual<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> enough">><</if>></div>

My professor was a domineering, takes-no-shit kind of person, who really liked to be in control of every encounter he was in. And while I had only seen that attitude in class, it was immediately made apparent when he reached his class, opening the door before ordering me inside. <<s Bekham>>In. Now.<</s>> Came his prompt romantic request, pushing me softly in front of him before locking the door behind us, trapping us inside. There was no reason for him locking the door, no one would wander this far into the school. but he did it anyway, and through it, showed me that he held most of the power, leaving me nothing. And I felt myself falling for it, calmly afraid of what I had gotten myself into yet awaiting what might come out of it soon. Having locked the door, he turned to look at me, almost challenging me to disobey, as he slowly lowered his hands to grasp his belt, calmly taking it off. I maintained eye contact, a prey caught in the spider's web, its silk slowly enclosing on me as I watched in rapt attention at his deliberate motion to undress himself. Swiftly, the belt slid through its holes and got removed, his hand jerking to allow him to hold both hands at once, a snapping sound coursing through my body as I couldn't stiffle a small jolt. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> I looked at him, as the fingers from the other hand got to work on the button holding his pants together, before lowering his zipper, allowing for the garments to slip down his legs. A man almost as old as my father would've been now stood in front of me in a state of near undress, calling me over. <<s Bekham>>Come. Kneel.<</s>> Came his romantic request yet again, ushering me closer and pointing to the space in front of him, his belt still in hand like a whip ready to strike. I walked closer, before lowering myself to my knees in front of him, obedient as I looked up to him, the subject of his fantasies about to fulfill a wish of his. And I knew this had a positive effect on him, as I saw his dick twitch through his underwear, sizeable and ready to burst out. <<s Bekham>>Take it off.<</s>> He ordered, is hand on my head playing with my hair. Not as a romantic gesture, but rather to show who was in charge. And he was in charge, and I followed his orders, my hands moving to pull down on his underwear, slowly lowering them to reveal his trimmed pubes, and long, veiny, girthy cock, strong and musky, a shaft of considerable size and weight. And slowly but surely that underwear lowered, revealing more and more of his impressive size, until it all rose to glorious attention as it escaped its confines, my mouth immediately watering at the sight in front of me. <<s Bekham>>Like what you see?<</s>> He remarked, before continuing, <<s Bekham>>I bet none of these wimpy students know how to handle a girl like you. Get to work.<</s>> With his words came a motion from his hand that pushed me against his erect penis, lining my mouth with his head perfectly and pushing me on it slowly, its sizeable presence invading my watery mouth, delving deeper and deeper. <<picmid "valentine/bekham-bj.jpg">> There was no soft foreplay to the whole matter. There was a mission and I was he target. But then again, maybe this was the foreplay... I sucked and licked as his cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his hand guiding my head's movements as his hips rocked back and forth in constant motions. His expertise was evident in the way he handled himself, his self-control a true power as he kept his regular motion and goaded me further and further in my movements. And I bobbed in return, wanting to bring him pleasure, wanting to prove myself to him, wanting to satisfy that man that was more than double my age. And I bobbed and bobbed, pushing myself onto his sizeable cock, needing him to fill me and push my limits. Teach me how to take him deeper and deeper. And he taught and I learned, as I followed his gestures and relaxed my throat at his command, and kept listening to the beautiful elicit moans rising through his mouth. <<s Bekham>>What a good girl. What a good bitch.<</s>> His praise sent tingles through me as I felt myself smiling onto his cock, happy to be receiving that positive reinforcement. And I smiled and moaned onto his cock, and I bobbed and groaned as his rocking motion allowed for saliva to flow out, drifting on my chin and onto the floor of the office. He was close to cumming, yet it seemed he had other plans in mind as he relented. And I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<if $grade gte 80>><<link "Be a good student, go above and beyond.">><<replace "#choices">>I kept my position on my knees, looking up at him dutifully in a way I knew he'd appreciate. He looked down at me as I looked back up at him, my hands finding the hem of my <<if $valentine.has('flowery dress')>>flowery<<elseif $valentine.has('yellow dress')>>yellow<<elseif $valentine.has('red dress')>>red<</if>> dress and lifting it up all the way till it was removed, revealing my underwear and showing him I meant more than business. His smile was wide, as he commented. <<s Bekham>>You look good, kneeling like that in front of me.<</s>> Came his compliment that sent beautiful shivers of pleasure down my spine, happy to be pleasing him. <<s Bekham>>Come, to the desk.<</s>> Came his command as he ushered to his cleared off desk, like a master would his pet. <<picmid "valentine/bekham-desc-kissing.jpg">> I was eager to obey, as I moved over to the professor's location, lying down on my back as ordered, at his disposal. And he disposed of my panties, removing them in one swift motion without much flair, his fingers quick to explore my folds as they pushed inside, my moans rising as they went deeper and deeper. He looked at me writhe underneath him as he stood between my legs, his fingers exploring my pussy and pushing deeper and deeper. <<s Author>>Oh yes sir. Mmmm... Feels good.<</s>> I voiced my appreciation of his getures as his fingers slide in and out of me in slow, deliberate motions. And in and out they went, exploring and invading my soft defenses, pulling moan after moan from my soft lips that voiced their pleasure, his eye staring at me, his masterful manipulations having a desired, commanding respect over my supple body. In and out and away, as he removed his now dripping fingers from my hole. I looked up at him, a question begging to find itself to my lips answered before it even reached its destination. His magnificent, hard cock was softly placed at my entrance, knocking and wanting entry. He stared at me as his cock twitched against my nether lips, rubbing against them and threatening entry. There was no threat, I was a willing subject of this invasion. <<s Author>>Please...<</s>> Came my needy moan as I implored him to enter me, invade my body and make me his. I felt so vulnerable underneath him, so weak. Yet I felt empowered by that beautiful release of control, that handing-over of power. And my eyes begged him to bring me the satisfaction of making me his. <<picmid "valentine/straight-penetration.jpg">> And his cock slowly invaded, breaking my defences and slipping inside, breaking all my boundaries as I took him in, a complicit culprit to my own deflowering. And I smiled at him, happy to be taken by his magnificent cock, happy to be subjected to his powerful body. And he took me, slowly at first, but then rising with control and firmness. He rocked back and forth, and expertly pulled moan after whimper out of me, as I became quickly overwhelmed with the feelings coursing through me, eager to be taken like that in the middle of his work space, willing to be humiliated at his hand for that sweet release. My legs hooked behind him, pulling him inwards as they implored him to push me further and further, his motions overpowering me and grinding into me with the force of a raging bull. His conquest was absolute, as my moans raised unobstructed, his rocking motions expertly plowing through my defenses, turning me into a mess underneath him as I rocked back and forth, as I swayed under his powerful muscles, and as I moved with him in search for that sweet release. And I rocked and moaned and softly whispered his name as he kept his expert manipulation of my body until I couldn't control myself any longer and came around him, my pussy gripping at his cock and not willing to let him go. And wave after wave of destructive pleasure crashed across me, my moans praising his body as I allowed myself to drift across these beautiful emotions. He dislodged, and brought me down to the ground, on my knees in front of him, stroking his penis as he neared orgasm. Pump pump pump. And As I saw it give its last twitch, I assaulted it with my mouth, tasting my juices around him before coaxing his sperm into me with my tongue, licking at his underside and bringing his white ooze into my tasting mouth. And I delected in the copious amounts of sperm that invaded my senses, my mouth swallowing and my tongue tastng, as I allowed this beautiful nectar to flow inside of me, my head held by his domineering hand. I looked up at him, my eyes catching his, as he looked back down at me. <<s Bekham>>You'll make such a good slut.<</s>> He complimented me as I stayed on my knees with his softening penis in my mouth, licking his underside and coaxing the last drops of tasty liquid out of him. And licking and sucking, until eventually his cock softened and he pushed me back by my head. I kept looking up at him from my kneeling position. <<s Bekham>>You did well.<</s>> Came his off-hand praise. <<s Bekham>>Now dress up, we need to leave.<</s>> I followed the orders given by my professor, eager to please him even after our passionate session. And I got dressed in my garments, ready to go. <<s Bekham>>I can't wait to take this to the next step with you as my assistant.<</s>> Came his last remark before taking me out and into the chill February air. //What a beautiful naughty ending to a beautiful valentine.// <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Be a good student, go above and beyond." "Grade is too low.">><</if>> <<link "Follow his lead.">><<replace "#choices">>Looking up at the man standing in front of me, I kept my motion on his cock, bobbing back and forth as I took him in my mouth, stretching my lips to accomodate his size. I continued that servicing until he moved back, giving an order that I dutifuly obeyed: <<s Bekham>>On the desk, now.<</s>> He commanded, helping me to my feet and bending me over his cleared desk. <<picmid "valentine/bekham-bentoverdesc.jpg">> Standing behind me, he had me bent over in front of him, still dressed. That was quickly remedied as his hands hiked up my dress and lowered the panties underneath, giving him unobstructed access to my fuckhole. I moaned at his forceful manipulation of my supple body, as his fingers drifted their way towards my fiery pussy. <<s Bekham>>You're wet like a bitch in heat.<</s>> He commented, his words stinging yet powerful, as he lined himself up against my entrance, ready to put himself in. And he pushed forward, both of us slamming into his desk as his cock entered me with force, a passionate filling feeling engulfing me and bringing me beautiful pleasure. His cock entered me, lodged deep inside, girthy and big, and took its space in my wet snatch, bobbing slowly as it situated itself. Then it retreated, an intruder moving backwards, leaving... Then entering again, this time just as forceful as the first, an animal that is looking for sexual satisfaction. <<picmid "valentine/straight-penetration.jpg">> And a bitch in heat giving him that satisfaction, moaning appreciatively, as his cock slowly but forcefully started pistoning in and out of my love hole, a rocking motion that shook the desk, powerful thusts that took without remorse and left behind a panting needy bitch, moaning out her appreciation. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Slowly but surely, his pace quickened as he took me from behind, a tool for his satisfaction that was being plowed like a common whore. And yet I liked the feeling, and I appreciated the opportunity he was giving me. He was more than double my age, yet he chose me as a device to get his rocks off for the evening. And I was grateful as my hole kept being filled by his magnificent cock, then emptied, the filled again. And I moaned in appreciation and I looked in front of me and out into the open February air as I kept getting fucked from behind, a conquest for the evening that played games and found her answer. I moaned my appreciation, flowing back and forth, held by is powerful hands on my hips as they guided my movement. Back and forth, in and out, and higher and higher my moans and his grunts rose, until he could take it no more. He pulled out, hiked my dress even higher on my obedient body, and stared at my ass as he stroked himself to completion, his pleasure the only that mattered to him. My hand jolted down to my snatch to give my clit the final flicks it required, hopeful to finding the sweet release of an orgas of my own. Warm liquid came in bursts, covering my supple ass and back and slowly flowing down to the floor below, as I fiddled with my clit like a bitch in heat tring her best to find her release. I was getting sullied by someone who could be my father, and that thought pushed me over the edge, as I coursed through the emotions that rode through me and moaned out in delight, feeling the sperm covering my backside as I got my needed orgasm in front of my domineering professor. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, and I moaned in happiness. A perfect ending to a perfect valentine evening. With my naughty professor. I smiled to myself, before his command to get dressed and get going came to me. <<s Author>>Yes sir. Sorry.<</s>> I subserviently said, rushing to put on my panties despite his dripping cum and readying to leave. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "Cross the line, he'll like it.">><<replace "#choices">>I knew he preferred obedience, he preferred being in control of the encounters he had. It has always been apparent, in his classes and now in the way he immediatey decided to take charge. What he seemed to miss to understand was that I was just as much of a player in that game as he was, and I was the one who had sprung her web and trap, not him. And so my web enclosed on him as my hands reached ehind him and held onto his shapely buttocks, my mouth keeping up with its bobbing motion on his engorged cock as it went up and down, pushing him towards a pleasure he was trying to avoid. And up and down it went as his hands held onto my face, trying to slow my movement. <<s Bekham>>What are you doing? Are you nuts?<</s>> I stopped and looked up at him, temporarily releasing his cock from its fleshy prison. <<s Author>>No sir, I'm just a woman in heat who wants your cum inside of her.<</s>> I announced, before going back to my wanton sucking and continuing my oral assault on his penis. And up and down it went as his hands released their grip, him finally accepting his early fate as he rocked back and forth in unison with my movements. I smiled in my whorish movement as I hooked him exactly where I neded him, my motions now enhanced by his willing submission. He removed his cock and slapped me across the face with it, looking down at me with disdain in my eyes. <<picmid "valentine/sloppy-blowjob.jpg">> <<s Author>>Am I being a bad girl?<</s>> Something clicked in him as he grabbed my face and powered his cock into my open mouth, poking my throat but not caring of the effect that would have on the young girl in front of him. I shocked beautifulyy on his cock, and soon thereafter, he lost control, cumming inside of my mouth and finishing his night a little bit early. I swallowed his white liquid with gusto, eager to show him that he wasn't a challenge to me, as I slurped his sensitive cock and made sure to lick every part of it clean. He grunted and groaned throughout the whole ordeal, slightly embarrassed to have lost his cool like that. It was fun to see him in such an obvious state of distress. I let his penis out with a pop as I sucked the last of his tribute with eager abandon, looking up at him with a naughty smile on my face. <<s Author>>Thank you for the lesson professor, I really appreciate your help.<</s>> I announced while smiling, before standing and brushing my knees, heading outside. <<s Author>>I'll see you around.<</s>> I naughtily added. What a lovely ending to a beautiful valentine evening. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Cross the line, he'll like it." "That doesn't sound like a smart thing to do...">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "valentine/car-parked.jpg" "Parked at a view">> Here we were, <<light Eric>> and I, laying on the hood of the car behind us side by side as we looked out at a view of the beautiful town underneath, a small hub of flashing lights and life, all for us to see. The streets were lit with the beautiful string lights that our town-city has grown famous for, and we could see our school where the party still raged from this distance. It was a beautiful, serene, calm night. <<s Eric>>I've always cherished this place. This was my parents' favorite spot. You know, before my father...<</s>> <<s Author>>You never told me what happened to him. Or to you. What made you leave.<</s>> I calmly set, careful not to step on any toes. <<s Eric>>I never found the way to share that news with you. And now definitely is not the moment for it. Being away taught me a lot.<</s>> Willing to change the subject for his comfort, I bit: <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Like how to be independent. Living with my mom alone taught me how to care for myself and her. I was her rock just like she was mine.<</s>> He said, a smile forming on his face. <<s Eric>>I also had to work to help with the bills. I didn't eat too much, which is probably why I'm that skinny right?<</s>> He joked, eliciting a laugh from me. <<s Eric>>And I learned how to... Well I met a girl and she taught me...<</s>> There it was. It was smooth of him, I'm not going to lie, but I figured he needed the right push, which I provided. <<s Author>>What did she teach you?<</s>> I asked sweetly, looking him dead in the eyes. <<light Eric>> looked back at me, probably evaluating the situation. I kept eye contact, yet softened my look, signaling my consent. He understood the sign and slowly leaned in for the kiss. I leaned in too. <<picmid "valentine/eric-view-kiss.jpg">> Our lips touched, soft, tender. They merged, pressing against one another and interlocking powerfully. We moved back, looking at each other. Unspoken words were being exchanged, before we leaned back again, this time our arms joining in and helping us in our work, moving behind the other to pull them in closer, our kisses growing strong and passionate. And we kissed, and our hands roamed, willing the other to move closer, and we both pulled at one another trying to get the most out of the other person. We separated. <<s Eric>>Woah.<</s>> <<s Author>>She taught you well. Let me teach you more.<</s>> I leaned back in, smiling through the kiss as I pressed my lips against his yet again, my tongue coming out to play as it poked his lips, calling his out to join it. He complied, his tongue also separating his lips in search for mine, before our little tango started, our tongues swirling against one another in playful exploration. We kissed, and our lips merged, as did our bodies who were now on top of one another, and we enjoyed this moment of beautiful perfection. <div id="choices"><<if $subdom lte -10>><<link "Get on my knees and blow him.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There it was. The feeling of servitude, the feeling of wanting to please the other person. The feeling of wanting to drop to my knees and offer him my mouth. And I couldn't fight it. I had to blow him, I needed to bring him pleasure like that. And so I went for it. Separating from the kiss, I laid him back on the car and knelt in front of him in my dress, my hands already reaching for his belt as I worked to get him undressed. <<s Eric>>What are you doing, here?<</s>> He asked, looking around worriedly. We were in the middle of nowhere. <<s Author>>What, she didn't teach you about that?<</s>> I asked with a sly smile on my face, before unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper, my eyes drifting upwards as I stared him in the eyes. I saw him shudder at that, and from the periphery of my vision I saw his dick twitch. Smiling, I looked back down as my hands slowly lowered his pants, revealing the tight (and even tighter against his penis) underwear. I smiled and touched him through the piece of clothing. <<s Author>>Is that a valentine gift or are you just happy to see me?<</s>> I quipped, before my hand drifted across the penis to land on the elastic band that held up his boxers. <<s Eric>>Mmm both?<</s>> He said without meaning either, unsure of how to answer my question. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>I can't wait to taste that treat.<</s>> I said, lowering his underwear and revealing his average penis. //It's a good thing he's not too big, wouldn't want to choke on it!// <<picmid "valentine/eric-bj.jpg">> I grabbed it with my hand, exploring its dimensions as it stood to full attention, a respectable 5 inches long. The prom date smiled at me as I slowly started stroking his penis, allowing my explorative hand to do what came naturally to it. Up and down it went, gathering beautiful moans and groans from the man under its touch. <<s Author>>Does that feel good?<</s>> The dick twitched, giving me my answer. <<s Author>>Sounds like it does.<</s>> I said, before giving it a tentative lick on the tip, tasting the sweet droplet of pre-cum that had formed at the circumsized head. His moan told me he liked what I was doing, so I repeated the motion. And then I did it again. And again. Until eventually I started liking his head as my hand held his shaft up for me to do my ice-cream routine. Soon my licking turned into sucking of the head, my tongue still exploring that part of his member, before it slowly went further, my hand releasing the penis to allow for my oral work. And I got to work, my tongue liking the underside before my mouth returned to suck on the head, slowly gaining distance as I alternated between liking and exploring the outside before sucking and trapping the member in my mouth. Soon that game ended as I got to complete sucking, <<light Eric>>'s moans shifting to a steady, constant rhythm. He was obviously liking what was happening to him, and I was happy to be providing him with such a pleasure. And I bobbed my head up and down, getting used to the motion and gaining confidence in what I was doing as his moans gained intensity and grew. And up and down the motion went as my saliva dripped from his penis onto his balls, falling to the underwear and pants on the floor. His moans of appreciation pushed me forward, eager to get the job done and get him to cum in this deserted public space. <<picmid "valentine/sloppy-blowjob.jpg">> Eventually I felt him get close to orgasm as his dick twitches grew closer to one another and his moans became higher pitched. He tapped me on the head, signaling, <<s Eric>>I'm close.<</s>> He said, slipping his penis out of my mouth and rubbing himself to the side, not wanting to dirty me. One pump, two, three, and he was cumming on the ground, his sperm dripping spurt after spurt onto the asphalt, his groans accompanying each spurt. After around 15 seconds, his satisfaction came to a completion, his smile wide as he looked out to the distance. I stood to lay on the car next to him, to the other side of the sperm spot he had created. <<s Author>>Nice view huh?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Not as good as the one I have.<</s>> He said back, looking at me. <<s Author>>Ugh gross. Your dick is out.<</s>> I joked, kissing him on the lips. I didn't think about the fact that his dick was in my mouth moments ago, and it seems neither did he. <<s Eric>>That was amazing. Thanks.<</s>> I smiled at him, as he put his pants and underwear on. Beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine date! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Get on my knees and blow him" "Not submissive enough">><</if>> <<link "Frenching is where it's at. Light petting is the most that's happening.">><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>His hands on mine and mine on his, we continued our oral exploration of each other's mouths, our tongues interlocking and playing with one another as our hands roamed across the other's body. And up and down they traveled, discovering the person in front of us, mine more daring than his but still tentative in their exploration nevertheless. <<picmid "valentine/eric-heavy-kiss.jpg">> I placed it against his chest, feeling his defined pecs and tracing their curves before moving to his muscular arms. I could feel his muscles were defined, probably because of how skinny he was, but could still appreciate what I had between my arms. As did he, his hands roaming across my belly and cupping the underside of my boobs, his thumbs drifting against them before retreating, then moving back in again. And our kissing and manual exploration continued, tamed, tentative, soft. And we leaned into that beautiful, soft feeling, allowing ourselves this restraint and feeling comfort in it, as our hands kept their above-the-clothes exploration. My hands drifted to the front of his pants, as his moved upwards to cup my breasts. And we took a break from our breathing as we took a deep breath, looking into each other's eyes. <<s Eric>>Are you fine with that?<</s>> I bit my lip and nodded, before moving in to kiss him again. We traded passionate kisses for a few seconds before I moved back. <<s Author>>Are you?<</s>> His answer came rapidly. <<s Eric>>Yes.<</s>> Our kisses continued, still intense, as our hands roamed once more, exploring the other's genitalia. His penis was sizable, or at least it felt like that, trapped behind his clothing. My hand played across it, rubbing it through the pants and eliciting sweet moans from him into my own kissing mouth. I traded moans of my own as his groping hands played with my nipples through the clothing, jiggling my breasts and overall enjoying my feminine attributes. Soon thereafter, we decided to take a break from each other's bodies, drifting away from one another as our bodies struggled to separate. Our eyes twinkled with passion and appreciation as we caught our breath. <<s Eric>>Woah.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah. Woah.<</s>> What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine date! <<light Eric>>, ever the gentleman, took me home after a night of kissing and petting. <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $cuck gte 5>><<link "Let him pleasure me orally.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to take things further, and I needed my release for the night, my hand drifting to the boy's head and pushing him downwards and away from our kiss, onto his knees. <<s Author>>Show me what else she taught you.<</s>> I said, my hands drifting under my dress and lowering my panties to the ground. My arousal was definitely evident as I hooked up the dress, giving him clear access to my waiting lips. He looked at my glistening snatch before looking back up at me. <<s Eric>>She didn't teach me that...<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Author>>Allow me to teach you, then.<</s>> I reached to him and pulled his face towards my pussy, pressing him against me as his tongue drifted out to explore haphazardly. <<picmid "valentine/eric-licking.jpg">> He obviously needed work. <<s Author>>It's not an icecream that you have to lick all over. It's a precise thing that needs specific attention and care.<</s>> At my orders, he started to drift his tongue up and down through the center, tenderizing my lips and slowly pushing them open. Up and down his motion persisted, and slowly but surely his pressure gained as he gained in confidence, my lips spreading, engorged, to welcome him in. Up and down he went, methodological, precise. Say what you will about the guy, but he sure is a good student. I told him that, as he got excited with the praise, and drifted faster. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah just like that. You're getting good at this.<</s>> His answering words were muffled as I pressed myself against his face, laying on the car behind me as I looked up at the view below us. I smiled, happy with his tongue and work, slowly rising towards my orgasm. His tongue flicked exactly right against my button, and I shuddered. <<s Author>>Yes. There.<</s>> It flicked again, and I shuddered in response. Again, this time more confident. And again I twitched, this time with a jolt. And thankfully, he understood. And kept his cool, licking around and then on, then around and then on. And slowly but surely, I rose, rose, rose... Until I exploded, pulling his head in to keep the pressure of his tongue on my clit, my body jolting and twitching around him as I came with flying stars, surrounded by the emptiness of our secluded spot and the stars in the sky. Real and fake stars merged in my head as my pleasure intensified, and my body jolted around in passionate satisfaction. And I moaned out for no one to hear, grinding myself against the head between my legs, as I came against him. Eventually, the pressure subsided, and I got back to my senses, pulling my panties up. <<s Author>>I can't wait to teach you more. Not that you need teaching.<</s>> I teased him. What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine date! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let him pleasure me orally" "He's not cucked enough (5)">><</if>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "The romantic location">>I turned to look at the person who'd be using my body for the evening, planning to entice him to move further into the deserted bathroom with me. He surprised me by attacking my lips with his, the clash of our mouths leaving me stunned as he kissed me with such vigor I almost felt lightheaded, his hands roaming across my body and moving to hug me tightly against his body. I moaned into the kiss as we traded saliva, our lips opening to welcome each other's explorative tongues. His strong lips pressed on mine, his body was in control as he carried me still with the kiss and pushed me against a wall, his hand roaming across the curves of the dress I was wearing and liking what it discovered, eventually settling on one of my breasts. My encouraging moan was lost in the kiss, before he moved back to look me in the eyes. <<picmid "valentine/interracial-seduction.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin may be my regular bitch, but you'll have to work double time to make up for a lost opportunity tonight.<</s>> He announced, his eyes stuck to my lips before he moved again for a kiss. I was the reason behind his regular bitch not being there, and I was soon to reap the reward for it. What a beautifully cruel world! <<s Author>>I won't disappoint.<</s>> I promised before going back in for another kiss, my passion matched by his as our mouths explored one another. His hand drifted lower, hiking my dress as it rose back up again, slowly but expertly revealing my pantied legs to the black hulk in front of me. <<light Jerome>> halted the kiss to take a look at my body, liking what he was seeing. <<s Jerome>>Let's see all of you.<</s>> He said before moving the dress over and away from me, revealing my nude body in her underwear. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the other side of the room, a naughty minx ready to be nailed in a bathroom on Valentine evening. I looked back at him, seeing how he devoured my curves as he took me in. His hands moved to undress himself, slowly taking away article after article of clothing, until he too was only in his underwear. I watched the whole process in rapt attention, taking in every muscle on his body and every flex of his well defined pecs. Inside of his boxer shorts, his cock looked thick and long, taking up too much space as it grew sideways against his leg. I looked at the hefty member, and felt myself lick my lips in anticipation. Our eyes caught each other. Wordlessly, without hesitation, we moved closer, pursing our lips for a passionate kiss and putting our hands forward hoping for a touch or grab of the other person's fantastic body. And touch and grab we did, as our roaming hands explored, mine drifting towards his tight abdomen, playfully grasing against his boxer shorts, as his flowed towards my back, unclipped my bra and let it fall to the ground. <<picmid "valentine/tit-groping.jpg">> I moaned into the kiss as his explorative hands expertly handled my breasts and started their manipulation of my sensitive nipples, rubbing them with passionate vigor and rolling them softly, taking my breathless little tensions as cues on how to proceed. I needed to distract him somehow, and my hand made the decision for me, drifting lower to grab a hold of his heavy cock through his boxers, exploring its huge size and moving across it in fast and slow motions, rubbing the impressive size with fascination, moving to the head before drifting lower to the heavy balls. Up and down the hand went, as he jiggled with my breasts and pinched the nipples. Rubbing and pinching, moan after grunt. We soon were ready for more. <div id='choices'><<if $Jasmin gte 30>><<link "Act like Jasmin, be slutty.">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A beautiful thought drifted through my mind as I looked at the impressive person in front of me. Changing my voice to match <<light Jasmin>>'s, I voiced out: <<s Author>>Jerome, you hulk of a man, take me, make me your white slut.<</s>> Vulgar language and everything, I made my request of him, smiling through it. He responded after taking a moment to understand what I intended. <<s Jerome>>Girl you might think you want to act like Jasmin, but you can't handle my cock like she does.<</s>> He issued his challenge, his piercing eyes staring through mine as I felt my confidence falter. <<picmid "valentine/ass-groping.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>But you're welcome to try.<</s>> He announced, grabbing a hold of me and pulling me forward towards the sinks, planting me in front of a mirror as he lowered my wet panties and his own tight boxers, giving air to our heated genitals. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin always likes to see herself get fucked. Nothing turns her on more than our bodies moving against one another, the contrast.<</s>> He explained, his cock teasing my entrance beautifully. <<s Jerome>>She loves begging for my cock.<</s>> He let that last statement fill the air, a pregnant silence waiting to be filled. Waiting for me to beg. Was I ready to make that jump, to ask for his cock to slide deeper into me, to make me a slut just like <<light Jasmin>> was? Was I ready to push the limit of what I was okay with, to get fucked by the impressive masculine guy behind me? I was. <<s Author>>Please. Please fuck me with your cock, Jerome. I need it.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Jasmin taught you well.<</s>> Came his answer, reminding me of my friend. The one I fooled to get me here. The one I sent home just to be able to get a private taste of her lover's beautiful, black. Cock! <<picmid "valentine/jerome-insertion.jpg">> It entered me, a gliding motion that was welcome by my wet pussy. In constant, intense pressure, the big cock slid deeper and deeper inside of my snatch until it finally bottomed out. I looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror, a red face with a half open mouth, invaded body in stunned silence as the cock entered it, deeper and deeper, exploring all there is to find. His girthy cock invaded my tight pussy, stretching the insides to fit its hulking form, hard and aggressive in the way it took up space. And I looked at my face, taking the cock inside of me. It was beautiful to see things like that, as the black body sliding itself against me dominated my peripherals, and I looked at the white reflection trap its breath in erotic anticipation of what was to come. <<light Jasmin>> was right to like it that way. And soon, he moved back, hands still on my hips, before moving in again. Back and forward, his motion was rhythmic and calculated, a master at work, fucking me like he did his lover, showing e what I had been missing all this time, making me wish I never skipped and forgot about this beautiful experience. And in and out he went, holding me in place as he drilled through me, my pussy opening up to welcome the intrusion. And in and out he went, his thrusts jolting me as I looked at my reflection drift closer then further. And in and out he went, his hands on my hips no longer restraining me, and allowing for my body to move with his, anticipating his movements and moving to match them, wanting to spread more and welcome even more into it. And in and out he went and more and more I got into it, enjoying the movement, the sensation of his girthy invading cock, the motion he kept intensifying, the speed he kept rising. And I loved every second of it, moving and voicing my slutty appreciation of what he was doing. <<picmid "valentine/jerome-riding.jpg">> And soon after, I noticed that only I was moving, as he has halted his hip thrusts and allowed me to do all the work for the both of us. My eyes met his in the mirror, and I asked my silent question. <<s Jerome>>Just like Jasmin. Hooked. Willing to do all the work to get her satisfaction from my cock.<</s>> He teased, before his hands went back to my hips and his motion came back even more powerful than before. <<s Jerome>>But I do not care for your satisfaction. Your body is my tool to my own.<</s>> He announced, his cruel nature making itself known. But his cruelty came with beautiful repercussions, as his body shifted against mine, drifting us both closer to our respective orgasms. And closer and closer we went, his powerful thrusts having impressive effects on my submissive form, as I saw myself moan louder and louder beneath him, until I couldn't handle it anymore. And I came, a powerful wave coursing through me, as I went limp in his commanding body and he continued his motion. And I came and came at his hands, moaning out my breathtaking orgasm, trying to make words yet failing, the act dropping as I allowed myself to return to my own slutty persona. I came at his magnificent cock, my pussy gripping his pulsating member. He let himself out and rubbed for moments before cumming all over my naked backside, rope after rope of his glistening cum pooling on the curve of my back, as I looked at myself still shuddering from the orgasms I was feeling. And I liked what I saw, as his cock kept spewing his sperm onto me and mine twitched in satisfaction underneath him. <<s Jerome>>You were good.<</s>> Came his compliment, making me smile. <<s Author>>I understand why Jasmin doesn't shut up about your cock.<</s>> I replied, returning the compliment. What a beautiful ending to a naughty valentine evening. Cheating pays off! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Act like Jasmin, be slutty." "I'm not close enough to her to know what she'd do.">><</if>> <<link "Let him take me here and now.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no use prolonging the inevitable. I needed him to take me right then and there. I looked at him and made my request. <<s Author>>Please fuck me. I'm yours.<</s>> He smiled at me as his hand drifted into my pantie to rub my wettening lips, gliding across them to prepare them for what was coming. <<s Jerome>>You sure you want this? You sure you want my cock?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I moaned out as I felt his fingers slowly spread me as they went inside, an initial entry to size me up. I felt compelled to open up my legs and give him easier access to my pussy, my hand still holding onto his cock for balance while the other held onto his muscular shoulder. <<s Jerome>>You're wet alright, but I think we can get you even wetter than that.<</s>> Announcing his intentions, he got to work on my pussy, his fingers sliding in and out and expertly wettening its folds. Soon, I was gushing like a bitch in heat ready for a breeding of her own. He lowered my panties as I did the same for his boxers, both of us naked in front of each other at that moment. I hooked my right leg around his waist, bringing our genitals closer together in anticipation for what was about to come. His hands slid down and held onto the globes of my ass, carrying me up and preparing me for the inevitable entry. His muscular frame carried me above his erect cock, the tip of it rubbing softly against my folds. <<s Jerome>>Align them.<</s>> He ordered, and I complied, bringing my hand down to grab his cock and firmly place it at my entrance. Slowly, he lowered me onto him, entering my hole and stretching my insides. <<picmid "valentine/jerome-insertion.jpg">> I moaned in painful pleasure as I opened up for the intruding member, holding onto him as he slowly brought me down. Slowly, painfully, I took him inside, stretching to accommodate his engorged member as it found itself in my tightening embrace. My moans of pain and pleasure merged in the empty bathroom, as I looked at my impaler. <<s Author>>You're so big.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Ever wondered why Jasmin is so confident?<</s>> It made sense. If <<light Jasmin>> could take him then she deserved to be so proud of herself, so confident. I needed to feel that pride for myself. Determination flowed through me as I steeled my resolve and gritted my teeth through the initial pain of entry. He saw that shift in focus in me, and capitalized on it. <<s Jerome>>You're ready for the next step.<</s>> He announced as his cock drifted in and out, gliding against my insides and rubbing me all over, stretching me to accommodate him and demanding a sexual response from my compliant body. Up and down he carried me, his muscles stretching as he used me for his pleasure, flexing then releasing as my weight did the fucking for us, using me as a toy for his pleasure yet undeniably bringing me pleasure as well. And up and down or motion went, our hips colliding in our passionate love-making, both wanting to reach our sexual goal and find our orgasm. My mind drifted to my naughty friend <<light Jasmin>>, the one I had somewhat betrayed earlier tonight to get <<light Jerome>> all for my own. I had sent her away, just to then sample her lover's cock in a neglected bathroom at school. And she probably would've been proud of me for it. She'd long bragged about her lover's cock. And now I had it pumping in and out of me. I was moaning on top of it as it brought me beautiful sensations, my orgasm approaching as my body started getting tingles all over. And closer and closer it drifted, not quite right there but dangerously close to break the barrier. <<s Jerome>>Jasmin would be proud of you.<</s>> He said just the right words to bring me over the edge, as I felt my orgasm crashing across me, my pussy tightening to grip the penis causing all these beautiful sensations and my body going limp from the intensity of the orgasm. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as <<light Jerome>> let go on me and I drifted to the ground, my pussy trying to grip something that isn't there anymore, still stretched in memory of what was inside of it. And I could barely register his stroking hand as he kept going at his cock above me, my mind still drifting across that orgasmic haze as he pumped and pumped and pumped... And came on me, his cum finding my nude body and covering it all over, a dirty ending to this sexual exploration. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his cream covered my vulnerable body as I reeled from my orgasmic high, feeling the warm ooze covering me. Eventually his sperm stopped coming, and I relaxed from the tension of my overpowering orgasm. <<s Jerome>>You were a good fuck. I'd do it again.<</s>> Coming from anyone else, such a comment would be an insult. I felt proud to have pleased him like that. Maybe next time I won't have to kick <<light Jasmin>> away for us to enjoy each other's bodies... What a beautiful ending to a unique valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 15>><<link "Time to be the slut he's expected of me.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no denying that he expected something in particular from me. And there was no denying that what he expected existed in me. I was the whore he had imagined, I just never had the chance to show it. And now I had my chance as he looked at me panting in front of him, eager to show him I was ready for him. <<s Author>>I got you all to myself tonight. I'll please you right.<</s>> I announced, smiling triumphantly. <<s Jerome>>You think you're special, but all you white sluts eventually act the same. Once you have me you won't forget me so easily.<</s>> I was eager to take him up on the challenge, not quite believing his arrogant words but willing to see if they had any truth to them. <<s Author>>I'd like to see you turn me into one of these white sluts for your big black cock.<</s>> I challenged him back, ready to put it all on the line. I was going to use the words on him, turn him on, play with him, and show him I'd have what it takes to last with him. And I was going to do it in the bathrooms of our school, at night in a valentine party that we both ditched. My panties dropped to the floor after I pulled them off, before I followed them to my knees, coming face to face with his cock behind his boxers. <<s Author>>Is that a cock in your pants or are you just happy to see me?<</s>> My hands hooked in the elastic band of his underwear, I slowly started lowering them to reveal the monster that hid underneath. Down and down the boxers went, lower and lower and never quite reaching the end of the python that lurked inside. Until eventually, it came flinging out, dangerously close to slapping me across the face as I twitched back. I was stunned. <<s Jerome>>Is that thirst in your eyes or are you just happy to see me.<</s>> I couldn't get my eyes off the impressive, heavy member in front of me. I needed to... Without thinking, maybe prompted by his naughty words, I found myself moving forward to take him in my mouth, eager to taste the impressive member and service the man that held it. First the head, then pushing lower and lower across the whole length, my mouth glided across the big hard cock as I tried taking more and more of it inside of me. <<picmid "valentine/jerome-bj.jpg">> Without reason other than wanting to join in on the pleasure, my hand drifted down to find its place between my legs, rubbing and fingering my snatch. In and out it started playing with my folds, and the cock drifted in and out of my mouth as I started bobbing back and forth trying to bring pleasure to the man in front of me. Trying to defeat him. <<s Jerome>>Look at me.<</s>> He commanded, and my eyes snapped up to his. <<s Jerome>>You look good with a cock in your mouth.<</s>> His twisted compliment brought me pleasurable tingles as I kept bobbing, moaning onto his cock and using my passion to fire the work I was doing. And he was responding, his hard cock twitching in my mouth to signal his liking of what was happening. In and out and up and down my head went, bobbing with passion as I intended to be better than his other conquests. Better than the friend I had betrayed to get here. My snatch on fire was dripping wet, ready for whatever might come next. He pushed me back, before heading to one of the bathroom stalls and sitting on the closed toilet. <<s Jerome>>Crawl to me.<</s>> He ordered, staring at me as he took his seat, a king on a dirty throne. I had no choice. I needed him. I was in heat and I needed to find pleasure and release. I followed suit, on all fours, as I crawled towards my partner for the night. It was a pathetic display, but I didn't care. I had something to prove. I had to... Defeat him? Kneeling in front of him inside of the stall, he looked at me with arrogance. <<s Jerome>>Do you want to keep sucking my cock like a fucking animal or would you rather use your other hole you fucking slut?<</s>> There was no compassion in his words. There was a dominating figure that knew what he wanted, that knew what I wanted, and that took without regard to the other person. And he took. He took me from the ground, raised me to my feet, and hooked each of my legs on one side of him, still facing him as he lined his cock with my lowering snatch. Our eyes stared at each other as I felt him push against my entrance, ready to take me. <<s Jerome>>Let go. You're not special. Let go.<</s>> His words were a jolt that traveled through my spine. What a romantic valentine! I lowered myself. I wasn't special, but maybe if I could take him I could be proud of something? I could find that special something in me? He saw my mental conflict and weighed in. <<s Jerome>>That's how you become special. By being mine.<</s>> I listened, and lowered myself. <<picmid "valentine/jerome-riding.jpg">> And I fucked myself on his cock, allowing him entry and exit, moving on his massive penis to bring pleasure to the two of us. Up and down, my motion carried us in penetrative ecstasy, closer and closer to an impending orgasm. And our eyes never separated, as I brought myself intensifying pleasure at the end of his cock. His big black cock. And the pleasure grew and grew, stronger and stronger, more and more beautiful. <<s Jerome>>Good girl.<</s>> Something in that comment played with a specific spot in my mind, and a dam broke, bringing me to my orgasm as it coursed through me. He carried the motion from there and kept fucking my gripping pussy as I came all over his cock in an explosive orgasm, eager for what was to come. And I came and I came and I came, and shuddered as his cock spread me wide. And then he did, removing himself from my pussy and cumming all over my belly, painting me white. His white slut, covered in his white jizz. And I moaned, liking what I was feeling, feeling special to have ended the night there like that. <<s Author>>Was I good enough?<</s>> I needed his approval. <<s Jerome>>You're on your way there.<</s>> He saw potential in me! What a beautiful ending to a naughty valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Time to be the slut he's expected of me." "Not blacked<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> enough">><</if>> </div>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "valentine/car-parked.jpg">>As we headed on our way, the car cruising across the streets of our city as it headed towards the park, his commanding words accompanied his hand's preparative motion as it unbuckled his pants. <<s Samuel>>I can't wait till we get to that place. I need you now.<</s>> Expertly getting his pants undone, he lowered them just enough, adjusting himself in his seat, to reveal his magnificent cock. I had spent the night roaming around the guy, had asked him for help in other matters, yet am now about to suck his cock just because he wanted me to. And I wanted it too. I leaned over and took his head in my mouth, sucking and licking on it. <<picmid "valentine/harrasser-bj.jpg">> <<s Samuel>>That's a good girl. That's it.<</s>> His praise filled me with pride as I worked to take him deeper, the uneven road challenging my job yet also bringing him additional pleasure. <<s Samuel>>You better not spill any saliva on my pants, girl.<</s>> Came his threat, one that sent shivers down my spine as I worked to accommodate his penis in my mouth and sucked anything that was there, including my blubbering saliva. A stream of saliva escaped my mouth, threatening to go down on his pants. Thankfully, his cock was huge, which gave me enough time to remove it from my mouth and lick the underside to reach the droplet of saliva. This gained me a moan from my date. <<s Samuel>>Yeah girl, lick it like a lollipop!.<</s>> And lick it I did, slobbering the whole hefty meat with my mouth and allowing my tongue to roam across its surface, going up and down trying to get to its core. And then I went back to sucking, taking his cock in as I went up and down his shaft trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I could. And up and down, lower and lower I went, seconds shifting into minutes as I lost track of time servicing the cock that bared itself to me in the front seat of the car as <<light Samuel>> drove us to our destination. Not that I cared wherever that was. Eventually, he patted me on the head, calling for me to stop. <<s Samuel>>We're here.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">> We had reached the outskirts of the park, a secluded place surrounded by trees and bushes, calm with only the sounds of nature surrounding us. <<light Samuel>> opened his door, moving outside as I followed suit, his trousers still lowered and dick swinging in the chill night air. He was a man on a mission, and his mission was to make the best use of the evening and the date he had collected. A romantic ending to a beautiful night, for sure. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 40>><<link "Down on all fours, let's get naughty.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The naughty public setting put me in a naughty, public state of mind, as I moved to the front of the car where the lights illuminated a clear stretch of grass. I got there and knelt in front of <<light Samuel>>, taking his cock in my mouth yet again. And so the motion began, up and down my mouth went, taking his sizable cock in my mouth as he held onto my head to better drill my mouth. Now released from the confines of the seated position we had, his impressive penis stood tall and majestic as I bobbed my head up and down on it, struggling to take him all in my mouth. Up and down and in and out, the motion carried as I moved to satisfy the hard member inside of me. He soon moved me back and away from his cock. <<s Samuel>>Get these panties off, girl, and turn around.<</s>> His order was succinct, and I rushed to fulfill his demand, lowering my panties as I switched to face away from him. He gently pushed me forward, putting me on all fours as I leaned forward and away from him. His hand found the hem of my dress and raised it, revealing my shapely ass to him as he sized it up. <<s Samuel>>Sexy.<</s>> His one word gave me butterflies as I anticipated his movement behind me. Shortly after, I felt something poking against my opening, threatening entry. I gave a small moan. <<s Samuel>>Mmm you like that?<</s>> Came his teasing question as his cock rubbed up and down against me. I moaned louder, eager to have him inside of me, opening me and helping me over the edge. He slowly moved his hips forward, his hands on my hips holding me firmly in position, as his motion helped him inside of me, inch after glorious inch. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-park.jpg">> His invading member stretched me as it opened me up to its entry, inching forward with its constant pressure, moving to take up the space that my body was offering him. Deeper and deeper and deeper his penis went, until it was lodged firmly inside of me. And my moans of appreciation rose through the empty clearing around us, a bitch in heat on all fours eager to have someone take her like that. <<s Samuel>>Damn you're tight.<</s>> Gone were the moments of romance that had sprinkled across our earlier school days. He now had me where he wanted, and the facade fell down. I was his willing conquest, and I moaned in response to his comment: <<s Author>>You're big.<</s>> He chuckled, moving his hips backwards and retreating from my welcoming pussy. Then, just as expected, he moved forward again, invading my relaxing opening and pushing me forward. Back. Relief. Forward. Invasion. His methodological, clear motion started having its effect on me as I moaned in appreciation, liking what I was feeling. In and out, back and forward, his motion gained traction and intensity, pushing all the right buttons and helping me feel good about that sexual contact. In and out and around and then repeated, the motions gave me all kinds of beautiful and naughty feelings as I moaned in appreciation. Back. Longing. Forward. Invasion. His swinging hips moved me with him on the dirty grass of this secluded area of the park as he fucked me faster and faster, stronger and stronger. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-onback.jpg">> I no longer had a choice in what was happening to me. I was simply at his command, an object to help him find satisfaction and bring him to an orgasm. One that I was approaching too. Back. Longing. Forward. Relief. I moved in unison, pushing myself against him as our frantic animalistic movement pushed us further and further into pleasurable bliss, fast approaching a mutual orgasm. In and out and beyond pleasure, our motion grew erratic, expertly approaching this beautiful, blissful... <<s Samuel>>I'm close!<</s>> His words did something to me, bringing me ever so closer to a release of my own. <<s Author>>So am I!<</s>> I moaned out for him. Back. No. Forward. YES! The motion persisted, humping his cock deep in my needy snatch, pushing in and out. In. And out. And in. I couldn't control myself, my pussy gripping his cock as I came all over him, moaning loudly for anyone to hear. <<s Author>>Mmmm fuck yes...<</s>> Came my bitchy call as I came, my hand failing me as I fell onto the grass under me, my ass held up by his powerful hands. And I came and I came, as he retreated from my pussy and stroked himself for but a moment before releasing his load all over my shapely ass. And burst after burst of his white liquid covered my ass, as I quivered and moaned under him, the feeling of his completion bringing me great pleasure. Rope after rope of his sizable load covered me, as a haze of beautiful bliss took control of my horny satisfied mind. And my moans went softer but never subsided as I smiled in appreciation, ass in the air and smiling face against the floor. Silence. Calm. <<s Samuel>>Come on bitch time to go home.<</s>> I shook out of my stupor, looking back at him from my position. <<s Author>>Don't call me a bitch.<</s>> I said while smiling, showing that I was joking. <<s Samuel>>I literally just fucked you in doggystyle position.<</s>> I laughed at him, and raised to scoop up the cum from my ass, before putting up my panties. What a beautiful ending to a Valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Down on all fours, let's get naughty." "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Ride him on the hood of the car.">><<replace "#choices">>As we reached the front of his car, I placed my hand on his chest and moved him backwards, slowly until he reached the hood of his car and sat on it, dick still out and looking at me as he was. I lowered my hand slowly and grabbed his pants, pulling them down for him. Then my hands drifted on my own body, groping my curves as I put on a show for him, lit by the car's headlights as my roaming hands got to work moving across my body. Grabbing the hem of my dress, I lifted it up quickly, flashing him my underwear, and smiled at him. <<s Author>>Of all the men there tonight. You got this show.<</s>> I told him, my smile confident and my flirtations having their desired effect as his hand moved to stroke his shaft. I raised my dress yet again, this time moving it up and up and all the way off, standing in front of him in my underwear, my body swaying from side to side. The chill of the air around us was undeniable, as my body stood on edge. I moved closer to him. <<s Samuel>>Need someone to warm you up?<</s>> My hand took the place his had on his cock, as his roamed over my body to keep me warm. His were more forceful than I expected, groping my ass through the panties and breasts through the bra. <<picmid "valentine/ass-groping.jpg">> And groping was the last of my concerns, as my hand drifted up and down on his sizable cock. And up and down as his exploring hands got more forceful, eventually stripping me of my underwear as I stood naked in front of him. No need for any false pretenses anymore. We both knew what I needed. Pushing him back, I rode up on the hood of the car, one knee to each side of him, lining his sizable cock against my opening. <<s Samuel>>Of all the sluts at that party. You got this cock.<</s>> His teasing remark pushed me over the edge as I lowered myself onto him, taking him inside of me as I moaned out in appreciation. His girthy cock entering deeper and deeper in my pussy, he made himself at home as he invaded me, the feeling intense as I got satisfaction I never expected. Deeper and deeper he went, until I was lying entirely on top of him, his cock deep inside of me and exploring areas undiscovered before. Then slowly, tentatively, I moved up. Before drifting back down and taking him inside again. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-hoodride.jpg">> Up. Relief. Down. Invasion. My pussy worked his girthy cock as I paced myself in finding my limits, enjoying his size as it stretched me out and controlling the motions as I opened myself up more and more. His hips were not static though, as he slowly rose to meet my downwards motions. Up. Longing. Down. Invasion. I kept my motion despite the awkwardness of the setting, the open air around us muffling our grunts and moans of passion. His thrusting hips helped in the motion, thrusting against me as the speed of our love-making intensified, our bodies moving against one another and heightening the pleasure we felt. On fire, the heat rose through me as I bounced on the impressive, hard cock underneath me. Up. Longing. Down. Relief. My humping motion intensified, my hands holding me up as I looked him deep in the eyes and bounced with power and vigor, milking his cock and feeling it against my insides, opening me up like never before. And up and down my motion continued, despite my losing footing, as his hands on my ass controlled my body and helped me in my motions, moving us against one another on top of the squeaking car. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-hoodback.jpg">> And up and down, in and out, the motions kept us in action, kept us vocal about our appreciation of one another. In and out and stronger and faster, our orgasm approached us fast, our passionate love-making intensified by the eye contact we maintained. <<s Author>>I'm close.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Cum for me, slut. Cum on my cock.<</s>> His wish was my command. Of all the sluts in that party, he ended up with me. With pride, I let go of the pressure I felt inside, allowing for the dam to burst as I came all over his thick cock, moaning loudly in appreciation. My pussy gripped his hard cock as I came with intensity over his cock, moaning loudly as I found satisfaction at the end of his girthy member, his fucking motions never stopping as I lost control, now a ragdoll that he used to bring himself to his own orgasm. Thankfully it didn't take long, as my quivering snatch kept cumming as he kept fucking it. He soon moved out of me and came himself, spurting his cum which came flying up and then drifting down onto his belly. A few spurts found their way to my belly, before dripping down onto him again. In mutual satisfaction, we rested for a moment there on top of the hood of his car, our eyes meeting and not letting go. <<s Samuel>>Good thing I dumped that date. She was boring.<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Author>>And I'm not.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>No you're not.<</s>> Came his appreciative comment. What a beautiful naughty ending to a beautiful valentine! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 15>><<link "A vocal fuck against the car.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't make it fast enough out of the car, and as soon as I had closed the door he had come over, pushing me against it and kissing me hard on the lips. There was no romance, no valentine in that kiss. There was a need that needed to be filled, and he had found who was going to give him that satisfaction. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-againsthood.jpg">> <<s Samuel>>None of them get to have you tonight. You're mine.<</s>> That possessive tone, that forceful approach, sent shivers down my spine as I moaned into his mouth that went back to kiss me. And these kisses slowly but surely lowered my defenses, as his hand pushed mine down to grip his cock, teaching me to stroke him. <<s Samuel>>I'm going to take you tonight.<</s>> Came his statement, and I couldn't help but agree. <<s Author>>Yes, take me.<</s>> I acquiesced. <<s Samuel>>The moment you got in my car you knew this would be the ending. Stop acting like you have any control.<</s>> He was right. I had no control over the situation. All I could control was my stroking hand, and even that worked against my conscious will as it pumped the hard shaft it gripped. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-hoodhound.jpg">> I moaned at the realization, keeping up the motion. His hands found the hem of my dress, and started lifting up. <<s Samuel>>Let's see what kind of white stuff we're working with.<</s>> His objectifying comment had a weirdly positive effect on me, as I shivered at his touch while the dress moved up and off. Or maybe it was the chill February air around us. Regardless, I was now in my underwear, trapped between the forceful black guy and his car, in the middle of nowhere, my hand finding his hard cock yet again and preparing him for me. //Preparing him for me.// We both knew where this was leading, and there was no denying it was going to happen. <<s Samuel>>What? Just realized what's going to happen? You don't want it?<</s>> He moved back, teasing an end to it all. <<s Author>>No I want it.<</s>> I moaned out softly, hoping the whisper pulls him back in. <<s Samuel>>Beg.<</s>> I looked up at him, my mind not registering what he had said. <<s Samuel>>Beg me for it.<</s>> He repeated himself, maintaining his piercing glare in a test of courage. I had to relent. I had to beg. I had to have him. I had to serve his beautiful black body and the beautiful black cock I had been sucking all the way here. <<s Author>>Please. Take me. Make me yours. I let everything down for you. I need you.<</s>> I was begging, and I couldn't stop myself. What use was it to fight it? At least now I was honest to myself about what I needed. And I needed him inside of me. My begging turned to physical activity, as my hands moved to my panties, sliding them down. Moving up, they grabbed a hold of my bra, unhooking it to reveal my perky nipples, standing to attention in naked display to him. I was naked in front of the person I'd ended my valentine evening with, and I needed him to accept me. Begging felt right. <<s Author>>Please.<</s>> Begging was all I could do as I implored his attention. He smiled, and moved in, grabbing hold of one of my legs and raising it sideways, giving him free access to my wet snatch. <<s Samuel>>Not only are you begging. That pussy is too!<</s>> His comment was true, his cock moving against my lips, promising entry. I moaned to him, a moan that implored to be impaled on his sizable penis. <<picmid "valentine/samuel-hoodback2.jpg">> And impaled I was. In one swift, powerful, intense motion, he slipped inside of me, my wetness helping to lower the sharp pain of the entry but not entirely erasing it. My breath holding in my lungs, I felt his impressive size push deep in me, stretching my opening to beyond what I imagined possible and opening me up with forceful abandon. And I let it all out with a moan as he moved slowly back out, before bottoming back in moments later in a sharp motion. <<s Author>>Fucckkkk<</s>> I moaned like a bitch in heat, finding immense satisfaction merging with understandable pain from the entry. <<s Samuel>>You like that slut?<</s>> He asked while staring at my pleasured face. I could only nod in answer, my words failing me as I looked to the clear skies for an answer on how I could've missed such pleasure for so long. <<s Samuel>>You'll like this even more.<</s>> He started moving his hips, thrusting in and out as he pushed my body against the car behind me. In and out his penis went as his hips moved back and forth, eliciting moans and moans of pleasure from me. And in and out and deeper and deeper he went, roping me through that pleasurable feeling as he kept his expert motion going, a master at work. I moaned and voiced my satisfaction at his expert manipulations, and he fucked and rose the intensity of his thrusts, controlling my body and taking what he needed. And he gave me what I wanted, all the while continuing his beautifully stimulating verbal assault: <<s Samuel>>You like that feeling, slut? You like being the catch for my evening? My snow bunny?<</s>> I didn't quite understand what he meant by snow bunny, but I was eager to please. <<s Author>>Yes! This feels amazing!<</s>> Came my appreciative moan, as I moved against him as much as I could, trying to pull him deeper inside of me, feeling that undeniable rise of a looming orgasm. <<s Samuel>>Then you better show that appreciation. You better cum for me soon, cum from my black cock fucking your white snatch!<</s>> His comment sent shivers down my spine as I moaned loudly for anyone to hear. And my moans turned stronger and stronger, my wave of pleasure rising and rising, close to shore... <<picmid "valentine/samuel-hoodback.jpg">> And it all came crashing down, as my pussy quivered against his cock and tightened, trying to pull him deeper inside as I came with an indescribable intensity, pleasure finding me and rising through me and invading every pore in my body. I came and came and came with beautiful colors swirling in my head, the black of the person in front of me overwhelming these colors, the blackness of his cock taking over the vision I was having, reminding me where my pleasure came from. I moaned loudly in appreciation, and soon these moans and my gripping hole had their effect on the man fucking me as he moved back and stroked himself once, twice, and the third time cumming all over my shapely legs and exposed pussy. And rope after rope of beautiful white liquid hit against me as his copious amounts of sperm found their way to my exposed body, my orgasm still rocking through me and lasting as every hit renewed the butterflies flying through me. White liquid oozed from the majestic black member in front of me as he came gallons on my lower body, coloring me a white that matched my own skin and contrasted against his dark one. I moaned in appreciation, loving the feeling I was having from being painted like that. <<s Samuel>>You're lucky I didn't finish inside.<</s>> Came his teasing remark, sending another shiver down my spine as my eyes met his. I smiled. <<s Author>>I don't know about that.<</s>> I teased. <<s Samuel>>Come on slut, better get on our way.<</s>> He commented after a grunt, as he tossed me the dress that he had taken off me and placed on the car. What a beautiful naughty ending to a blacked valentine! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "A vocal fuck against the car." "Not blacked<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> enough">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

They kissed, passionately, and I watched them get lost in each other's lips, their familiarity in the way they were exploring each other's bodies at the same time apparent. Their lips intertwined, pressed against one another in passionate lovemaking, and I watched them in close up, seeing how they explored and battled with each other's tongues. And then <<light Jerome>> stopped, and turned to look at me. His hand reached up, and hooked itself behind my head. I felt trapped in his brown eyes as they pierced through me, and felt myself lose control as he pulled me closer to him. <<s Jasmin>>Just let go.<</s>> <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome1.jpg">> Guided by my friend's voice, I leaned in, approaching <<light Jerome>>'s sizeable lips, eager to taste them myself. Our lips clashed against one another, softly at first, in tentative exploration, then faster and faster, more urgent, as I felt the rush of emotions surge through me. And I kissed and kissed him back, with renewed vigor and strengthened passion, as our lips fought and intertwined, reacted to each other with heightened passion. And kiss after kiss after kiss was traded, and things quickly started heating up. My hand shot up to steady myself by holding onto his muscular chest, his went down to grab me by my ass though the dress I wore. <<light Jasmin>> joined him in discovering my body, her hands initially resting on my abdomen, grazing across my supple, sensitive curves. Our kisses of passion grew in strength and in urgency, our bodies moving closer to one another as we pressed on trying to get the most out of the other person. And kiss after kiss our bodies grew closer, <<light Jasmin>>'s behind me joining us in that proximity, holding me from behind as her hands drifted higher, and higher, eventually reaching my breasts. I moaned into the black guy's mouth as my friend groped my boobs while he groped my ass, a double assault that gave me the naughtiest butterflies and made me want more. Need more. <<s Jerome>>Let's see what we're working with.<</s>> His request came with such strength that it felt like an order. Stopping our kissing, I felt <<light Jasmin>>'s hands reach down to the hem of my dress, and slowly undressed me for her lover, who sat on the bench of the locker room to watch us. And slowly, she started playing with the ends of the dress, teasing her black boyfriend. <<s Jasmin>>Let's give him a show, that'll turn him on.<</s>> Her whisper was warm on my neck, and I felt shivers rise up my spine. I nodded in agreement, moving softly, trying to match her sultry motions as her hands and body guided me from behind. Slowly, she raised my dress across my body, as we both swayed to the muffled rhythm of the music playing further down the school. Back and forth in rhythm with the music and each other's bodies, my dress rising higher and higher, me raising my hands to match its movement, our dance took us to new heights, as I felt a heat of excitement rising through me. Off came the dress, leaving me dancing in only my underwear between <<light Jasmin>>'s hands, watching as <<light Jerome>> rubbed himself through his pants, his growing cock painfully stretching the front of his pants and slowly drifting further and further down the leg of it. It was impressive, threatening, and I was excited to see it grow even further. Taking the cue from my friend in what she did to me, I turned to give the hulk of a man a clear view of my pantied ass, swaying it to the muffled music and enjoying the curves of my friend to myself. My hands drifted across the back of her dress, and I held onto the zipper there, slowly lowering it, lower and lower, till it could be lowered no more. Our hands roaming against each other's bodies, we swayed and turned till her back was to him. I held onto the top of the dress and slowly lowered it across her shoulders and hands. I was stunned to see that she hadn't worn a bra with the dress, as I came face to face with her heaving breasts. Like a deer in the headlights, I stayed there, looking at the beautiful curves of her mounds, as my hands continued their manipulation of the dress, lowering it further and further down. Those cute breasts were fantastic, nipples poking out and looking back at my gawking face. And I was entranced with them, impressed by their shape and cute size. I looked at them, and they looked back at me, as her supple, clear back was revealed to her lover. And then I broke eye contact and looked down to where I was lowering her dress, and noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Her smooth pussy was mine to gawk at without anything covering it, and I was overjoyed in staring at it, enjoying its natural beauty, the lips inviting almost. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement, as I all but stopped my swaying motion looking at her perfect body on display in front of me like that. <<light Jerome>> was less impressed. <<s Jerome>>I've seen that one before. Show me our new little gift.<</s>> Came his command to his love, who was quick to obey. <<light Jasmin>>'s arms went behind me, unhooking my bra in one swift motion, and removing them off and away from my body, revealing my breasts to the couple standing in front of me. As she moved behind me, I noticed <<light Jerome>> had stood, and was getting rid of his own clothing, staring at me and my breasts. I felt my breath quicken as I returned the gaze, watching as article after article of clothing got removed from his muscular body, our eye contact constantly broken by glimpses at the other person's body. Off came his shirt, revealing his muscular body underneath, and soon, off came his pants, revealing his stretched underwear, fighting to keep the impressive member it hid inside. Off came my panties, as <<light Jasmin>>'s hands lowered them to the ground, leaving me bare naked in front of her lover. Here we were, two naked ladies in front of our lover for the evening, who stood with such confidence it was difficult not to look at him with rapt attention and appreciation. And he knew the control he had over the room, and reveled in it. <<s Jerome>>How about you girls come over and get the job done with?<</s>> He half-asked, half-ordered as he pointed to his underwear, obviously wanting us to remove them for him. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to answer his request, my following closely behind. She was used to this, to following his lead, his orders. And I wanted to learn from her, I wanted to please him too. We both knelt in front of his muscular body, naked in service to his grand presence. And our hands rushed to get to his underwear and lower them to the ground. And down they went, revealing the impressive cock underneath, a mass of angry black flesh that now wanted to find someplace to bury itself in. And it seemed like that place would be my mouth, as his hand lowered and held the back of my head, words forming at his lips: <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome3.jpg">> <<s Jerome>>Show me what you're good for.<</s>> His order came with no regard to my wants or needs. Or maybe he was so in tune with what I wanted, because a cock in my mouth was all I was thinking of at the moment. My lips opened and I approached to take the huge member in my mouth, its head drifting across my tongue and almost immediately poking my throat. His cock was huge, and nothing could put it into perspective like trying to fit my mouth around it. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome5.jpg">> <<light Jasmin>> was quick to aid me, holding the cock as her hand massaged the back of my neck, helping me to get it further and further in my mouth and down my throat. I pushed my limits, aided by my friend, trying to fit the enormous member in my mouth. And it felt almost impossible. If I ever wanted to succeed at taking him all the way and deepthroating him, I'd have to train daily. And at the moment, it felt like the only thing I wanted out of my life. Up and down, back and forth, my head bobbed on the cock that invaded its mouth, looking to fit as much of it as it could in as little time as possible. And up and down my head got to work as I took him further and further in my mouth, but barely reaching half. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome2.jpg">> Soon, a naughty horny <<light Jasmin>> got tired of watching me struggle and got to work as well, slobbering all over the side of the cock as her tongue traveled up and down it. And back and forth her tongue went in avid exploration, looking to heighten the pleasure her boyfriend felt as my mouth kept its work on the head and my tongue swirled all around it. Double trouble, double attention. Two white whores on their knees servicing a black man. That was the vision of beauty anyone making it into the locker rooms of the valentine party would see. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome5.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "Lick Jasmin's pussy while getting railed from behind.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Jerome>> was quick to give his next order, wanting to take this game to the next stage. <<s Jerome>>Time for the main event. On all fours on the bench, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The way he took charge in these moments, there was no denying that <<light Jasmin>> had hit the jackpot in finding him. And I was just as excited to see where his cock would take me and what it'd do to my hole. I was ready to take him in, and excited to react to his body. I followed his command, eager to get him inside of me as I got on all fours on the bench, poking my ass out to him and enticing him by shaking it around. His hand landed with force on it, spanking me and giving me a jolt of nervousness. I moaned in confusion. <<s Jerome>>That's what teases like you get, girl.<</s>> He explained his completely logical action now that it's been put into perspective. Slap. Another spank landed on my ass, and I felt myself get wetter by the gesture, eager to see him take me right then and there, and moaning with excitement. His spanking continued, eliciting moan after moan from my horny mouth, as I moved enticingly, needing him to spank me even more, needing him to take charge and put me in my place. There was no denying that playing that naughty game brought me great pleasure, and I reveled in the feelings it brought me, naughtily playing along. Eventually though, I had to give up, unable to keep up with the pace at which he controlled my body, and needing to consummate this naughty coupling. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome10.jpg">> <<s Author>>Please.. Just take me.<</s>> I begged, looking back at the controlling couple with needy eyes. He smiled, and moved behind me to give me what I needed. <<light Jasmin>>, neglected so far, decided to take matters in her own hands, moving to place herself in front of me, seated on the bench. <<s Jasmin>>What a good girl you're being. I always knew you'd make a great addition.<</s>> She complimented me, as I looked up to her in her naked glory in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>Now show me you were a good choice. Lick my cunt.<</s>> Came her order. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome8.jpg">> She might've been white like me, a whore looking for a cock to serve and bury in her snatch. But there was never any question on who was in charge between the two of us. She held the reigns of our friendship and she knew how to showcase it time and time again. And now I had to follow her command, her hand grasping the hair on my hea to pull me down towards her leaking pussy, wanting me to satisfy her. And I complied, eager to serve, my ass brought high in the air and ready to be plowed from behind. I felt <<light Jerome>> taking his place behind me, his hands grasping my hips to position me better as he drifted his magnificent cock against my lips, grazing them and heightening my pleasure. My moaning mouth was tight against the snatch it serviced, moving across the tasty lips in front of it as the tongue went out to explore and serve the best it could. Up and down the tongue went in serviceable exploration, and my moans switched across the body to become <<light Jasmin>>'s appreciative moans. I reveled in the movement, before <<light Jerome>> started pushing forward, inch after inch of his impressive member disappearing inside of me and exploring the inner folds of my needy pussy. I gave screams of pleasure into the pussy in front of my face, as my pussy accommodated more and more of his impressive size inside of it, stretching to take him in and eagerly accepting him inside. And I moaned and used the passion I felt to transfer it into the hole in front of me, licking with wanton delight as my tongue drifted and searched for the right places to serve. And deeper and deeper his cock went, opening me up and ruining my loosening hole as it went further in. Eagerly making itself at home, it stretched me out to accommodate its huge size, an angry inhabitant morphing me to please him. <<s Jasmin>>You're doing so well. That's it babe.<</s>> Her words of encouragement ringed in my ears, a sisterly approach to the challenge that reared itself up my pussy. I relaxed into the pussy that I was tonguing, looking up at the rested body in front of me as she played with my hair. Our eye contact lasted for a while as I relaxed onto the cock behind me and <<light Jerome>> gave me the space to do so. I felt closer than ever to my friend, our eye contact carrying the friendship and giving us an undeniable connection. Connected by the lips. <<s Jasmin>>She's ready.<</s>> She had seen something in me, a relaxed spark in my eyes that told me I was ready for more, as I felt the body behind me move, and the cock behind slowly move out... Before plowing back in, pushing me forward and onto the cunt in front of me. And then back, and pushed forward, my lips clashing against the pussy that called for my attention. I turned my will towards the pussy that stared at me, wanting to prove myself to the couple and show that I could take on their love. And I licked, every thrust forward pushing me deep into the folds that await my care, my tongue lapping up the juices as if they gave me life. And thrust after thrust after thrust, my tongue lapped and licked and my moans reverberated across the pussy that I was servicing, moans rising from a pleasured <<light Jasmin>> as my activity seemed to have a desired effect. Thrust after thrust after thrust. The cock inside of me kept its powerful motion, its intensity growing and its exploration more forceful, as I felt my whole body rock with the motions and the tingling growing across me. That tingling warned me of a looming orgasm, one I was hoping I'd be able to transfer to the naughty minx in front of me. Thrust after thrust after thrust, I suddenly saw the girl in front of me shudder. I did something right it seems. I repeated the flick of my tongue the way I just had, and received another high-pitched moan. To the assault! My hands hooked below her knees, bringing her towards me as she drifted on her back, her own hands playing with her nipples as she moaned out in appreciation. And my tongue went back to its studied assault of her pussy. Lick. Moan. Lick. Moan! Soon, my licking overcame all her senses, as she laid there shuddering in an intense orgasm, moaning out as my tongue kept its continued assault, prolonging the orgasm it brought out from her. And lick and moans and lick and thrust! I was pushed forward, the angry fucking I was receiving intensifying as my head laid on the belly in front of me, held down by the angry black man behind me who was now thrusting with such intensity I though I was going to break. And I wanted to break, as moan after moan came out of me, a weird sense of willing lethality washing over me. I wanted to be completely dominated the way I was, and I wanted him to break me in half. And he seemed to know what I wanted, pushing my body to its limit as he kept the pressure on, his hips thrusting into mine with such intensity and vigor that I felt almost lightheaded. And in and out and thrust after thrust, I lost all control as my orgasm coursed through me in such an intensity that I had no control over my body, completely letting go but thankfully still held up by his powerful body who kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. My orgasm kept coming, prolonged by his intense motions, as my pussy contracted against his huge, invading cock. And I moaned out, my voice muffled by the supple skin of my friend underneath me who was just overcoming her own orgasm. And eventually, it all became too much for the brute behind me, as my contracting pussy wrought out an orgasm from him. Pulling out at the last second, he came blasting all over my weakened body that laid bare in front of him, his orgasm painting me in white as he came rope after rope all over my bare ass, his cum pooling and drifting across my curves. A beautiful painting across the two naked ladies in front of him, <<light Jerome>> definitely liked what he saw, as I hazily looked at the beautiful girl who made it all happen. I smiled and she smiled back at me, all three of us satisfied with the threesome we had organized. What a beautiful ending to a beautiful valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lick Jasmin's pussy while getting railed from behind." "Not bisexual <img src='images/icons/bisex.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Get fucked as Jasmin licks my clit.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Jerome>> was quick to give his next order, wanting to take this game to the next stage. <<s Jerome>>Time for the main event. Lie down on the bench, <<print $name>>.<</s>> The way he took charge in these moments, there was no denying that <<light Jasmin>> had hit the jackpot in finding him. And I was just as excited to see where his cock would take me and what it'd do to my hole. I was ready to take him in, and excited to react to his body. I followed his command, lying on my back on the bench and eagerly anticipating what was about to come, as he placed his sizable cock over my bare belly, showing how far it would reach inside of me. And I saw it would reach far, as <<light Jasmin>> placed her hand there and poked my belly just where it would reach, a few inches below my boobs. <<s Jasmin>>Ready to be spread wide all over this huge cock?<</s>> She teasingly asked, awaiting an answer from me. It came quickly. <<s Author>>Yes please! Open me up!<</s>> I was an eager participant to my own defilement, ready to be used and abused by the magnificent cock on me. <<s Jasmin>>Let's get you ready then.<</s>> Came her logical conclusion, as her mouth lowered under the cock to find my damp pussy, licking the folds to prepare them for the incoming intruder. And her tongue got to work, wettening my pussy as it went exploring further and further, soon followed by explorative fingers who pushed inside and worked to spread me enough to prepare me for the incoming cock. And in and out these fingers went, exploring alongside the tongue, eventually getting me ready for the main event. The head of the penis rested against my folds, poking but not yet entering, angry, domineering, threatening. <<s Jerome>>Are you ready for me?<</s>> He teased, a brutal presence ready to take me. <<s Author>>I need you inside of me. Please.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>You better beg for it.<</s>> Throwing caution to the side, I engaged: <<s Author>>Please! Please, I beg you. Take me. Make me yours. I need you in me. I need your cock. Please fuck-<</s>> <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome10.jpg">> I was cut off by the intruding penis forcing itself inside, stretching my hole to accommodate its huge size, making itself at home. My moan rose in appreciative pain, as I took the sizable member inside of me, my legs spread in eager anticipation. <<light Jasmin>> watched along as I got impaled on the cock invading my snatch, smiling at the development and avidly observing my moaning body moving along the cock controlling it. And moan after moan rose as he pushed deeper and deeper, eventually lodging himself all the way inside, his cock stretching me wide to accommodate him. And then he retreated, before pushing back in. The rocking motion started, his cock pistoning in and out as his thrusts brought out feelings I never imagined I could have. He was stretching me wide, and I was loving his expert fucking as he thrusted in and out of my wet snatch. And in and out he went, my body moving in unison under his complete control, one leg to the side and the other hooked on his shoulder, giving him a unique approach to my open hole. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome7.jpg">> <<light Jasmin>> was not going to be left behind, and joined in on the fuck by putting her head against my back and licking my asshole, flicking against it and heightening my pleasure. Lick and thrust, their doubled effort was bringing out moans that I never knew I could make as I was under their complete control. My orgasm came crashing, completely unannounced and unexpected, as it coursed through my body and flowed through me in eager waves. My pussy contracted against the invading cock as it tried to keep it inside, yet the masterful black guy had a mind of his own as he kept pumping in and out of me, not caring that my opening got tighter or that my pussy was in orgasmic fire. My moans rose, lasting long as the orgasm refused to subside, my clit still assaulted by the licking tongue and my pussy still being stretched wider by the huge invading cock. And in and out and lick after clit, I became a blubbering mess, unable to form words and completely losing my mind, twitching under their overbearing bodies. Eventually the cock left my snatch and found home in the mouth that rested above, his huge hands grabbing onto the face as he deepthroated the young mouth that awaited him. And in and out that cock went above me, my pussy still twitching in memory of the thrusts that dominated it. Minutes later, the cock twitched and came all over the abused mouth that serviced it, dripping down onto my still recovering body, painting us both with its white ooze, a vision of orgasmic delight. <<s Jerome>>Y'all bitches be crazy. Good job.<</s>> His compliment sent beautiful shivers down my spine. What a beautiful ending to an eventful valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $bbcworld gte 15>><<link "Jasmin and I on our backs, Jerome takes turns.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Jerome>> was quick to give his next order, wanting to take this game to the next stage. <<s Jerome>>Time for the main event. Both of you lie down on the bench.<</s>> The way he took charge in these moments, there was no denying that <<light Jasmin>> had hit the jackpot in finding him. And I was just as excited to see where his cock would take me and what it'd do to my hole. I was ready to take him in, and excited to react to his body. I followed his command, matched in energy by my friend <<light Jasmin>> who rushed to do the same. Soon we were both on our backs, our legs spread wide as we awaited his choice on who to take first, our bodies in close proximity and vulnerable to his actions. His cock rested firmly against my hole, threatening entry as he looked me square in the eyes. <<s Jerome>>Ready to take me, slut?<</s>> Came his question, his eyes piercing in their glare, my vulnerable body underneath him. <<s Jasmin>>Beg him for it. Earn his cock.<</s>> My friend whispered in my ear, intensifying my emotions and letting my imagination roam. <<s Jasmin>>Do it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Please, Jerome. I need you to fuck me and make me yours. Please fuck my pussy.<</s>> <<s Jerome>>What a good slut. You'll learn to do better but that's a good start. Here comes your reward.<</s>> His condescending tone was amazing, having a beautiful effect on my weak body as it allowed my imagination to roam, as it gave me submissive thoughts that excited me and told me of what this partnership might become. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome6.jpg">> His cock went sliding in, slowly drifting as it made its place home into my eager snatch, spreading my pussy to accommodate its overbearing presence, and exploring my folds in a naughty approach. And I spread my legs further, wanting him to drift deeper inside, staring at his magnificent body as it flexed while he moved deeper and deeper inside of me. And I moaned out while looking at him, his cock eventually finding its way all the way inside, stretching me out to take his impressive size. And then the motion started, as he went in and out, fucking me deeper and deeper. And I moaned out in appreciation, eager to have him in me and happy to be having that naughty motion take over my body. In and out he went, drilling my submissive body and sending beautiful sensations coursing through my body. Next to me, <<light Jasmin>> watched in rapt attention as her hand drifted lower to her own pussy and started her manual exploration of her body, her other hand reaching to cup my boobs and pinch a nipple, my moans rising as I turned my attention to her. Our mouths met, kissing one another in loving appreciation, as we explored each other's supple lips while I got fucked on the huge cock that opened me up. Kiss after kiss, thrust after thrust, our activity lasted for a few moments, before <<light Jasmin>> separated from me. <<s Jasmin>>Please master. I need your cock!<</s>> Her needy tone was full of naughty submissiveness, and <<light Jerome>> was happy to honor her request, leaving my needy snatch behind in favor of her pussy, quickly drifting inside to replace her fingers as he found his way all the way to the hilt. //Damn that slut is used to this!// His motion continued, now at the assault on the slut next to me, my pussy screaming for attention. Not wanting to be left behind, my own hand went down to satisfy my naughty urges, exploring my folds and spreading my lips to invade my cunt with its fingers. And in and out my fingers went, in rapid motion, trying to match the speed with which the master fucked his slut. And I noticed that I was yet another eager slut, awaiting her "master"'s penis. And I moaned out in realization, eager to be impaled on his cock once more. And I kept fucking myself with my fingers, which paled in comparison with his big black cock. And I eventually found myself begging again, this time trying to match the other whore's intensity. <<s Author>>Please! Please master! Fuck your new white slut again!<</s>> My words surprised me, as I found myself losing my mind in eager anticipation of the black cock taking me yet again. These words alone pulled my orgasm so much closer, and I could feel the wave fast approaching. <<light Jerome>> laughed at me, yet moved towards me to satisfy my slutty urges. <<s Jerome>>Y'all white bitches are the same. One taste of black and you can't ignore it no more.<</s>> His smug reply was true, yet I didn't care. All I needed was his cock inside of me, pumping and pumping the way it's supposed to. <<picmid "valentine/valentine-threesome9.jpg">> I spread my legs further, calling him in. And he assaulted my pussy, not caring to be smooth or kind anymore, as his penis drifted in and out of me in naughty exploration. And in and out it went, drilling masterfully and naughtily bringing out waves of pleasure in my submissive body. My hands drifted to my breasts to play with my nipples as I got overcome by the naughty emotions flowing through my body, reaching, reaching, reaching for an impending orgasm. <<s Jasmin>>What a nasty white slut. I always knew you were just like me.<</s>> My friend's naughty comment brought me right over the edge, pushing me into the beautiful void of the orgasm that awaited me, as I shook and twitched under the hulking body that controlled mine. And I moaned out in appreciation, and I twitched and moved, happy to be having that overbearing orgasm, mind lost in ultimate pleasure. And I moaned out, wave after wave rushed through me, my gripping pussy trying to prolong the sensation. Yet my master was merciless and needed to pleasure his other whore, as he moved out to satisfy the body laying next to mine. The next couple of minutes failed to register in my mind as the orgasm drifted through me and overcame my senses, my fingers moving down to fiddle with my clit and prolong it as much as possible. And eventually, an order found its way to my ears. <<s Jerome>>Kneel for your cum shower.<</s>> I jumped to my knees to receive his white reward, eager to have him paint my face in his sperm. And paint he did, his cum bursting out of his penis onto our eager faces as we both kneeled in front of him, mouth open to receive his superior seed. And our moans rose and merged as we kissed each other, swapping his offering to our nude bodies. And all was good in the world for a moment there... What a beautiful colorful ending to a naughty valentine evening! <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Jasmin and I on our backs, Jerome takes turns." "Not blacked<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> enough">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "valentine/leo-couch.jpg" "A passionate kiss">> Passionate kisses fly between us as we explore each other's lips, looking to enjoy the other person's body the best we can. <<if $valentine.has("drugged")>>The effect of the drugs is unmistakable, as the kisses we exchange grow sloppy by the second, two needy bodies fighting for a taste.<</if>> Our lovely dance plays and shifts until we both crash on the couch in the middle of the room, hands roaming across each other's bodies. And roam they do, his exploring my curves as mine flickered across his clothing, enjoying what they found. <<if $leoworkout gte 5>>His muscular frame is evident as my hands explore his body through his clothes, his soft skin calling for attention.<<else>>His supple, soft skin, calls for my attention as my hands roam across his body, taking in his curves.<</if>> <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss.jpg">> Soon thereafter, our lips separate, and he looks at me. <<s Leo>>What do you feel like doing?<</s>> He asked intently. <<s Author>>How about...<</s>> I stood in front of him, slowly dancing and swaying my body as my hands went down to grasp at the edge of my dress, looking to flicker it as I twirled, allowing it to catch wind for a bit. I kept my naughty dance, looking at him enjoying what he saw and admiring my supple body moving for his viewing pleasure. Slowly, sensually, I started raising the hem of my dress, teasing him as I revealed more and more of my thighs. I flashed my panties, then lowered my dress back again to approach him. And sat on his lap. <<if $alphabeta gte 10>>His hand immediately found its way to my thighs, groping as he looked at me in the eyes. I leaned in for a kiss, before separating again to go back to my sultry dance, grinding against his growing member.<<else>>Shy <<light Leo>> was stuned by this development, as I kept moving on his lap, my ass grinding into his growing (small) penis.<</if>> I smiled in recognition of the needy member, as my hands went back to pull up the dress, slowly and sensually, up my body, revealing the underwear I wore beneath and my tight body.<<if $athletics gte 30>><br>My toned body stretched and danced in front of my naughty friend's eyes, as he took in every curve in front of him, admiring my hard work at improving my physical attributes.<</if>> My naughty dance on top of him had its desired effect, the party being joined by a stiff new participant... <div id='choices'><<if $valentine.has("drugged")>><<link "Make him eat my cunt">><<add "subdom" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "open" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>My senses were tingling, a heat spreading through me and demanding to be quenched. The drugs were obviously having their effect on my body, calling for all its nerve endings to fire up in anticipation. The cold chill surrounding me had me on edge. Needy. I smiled at him as he struggled with his companion underneath me, and could see the desire to use said companion in his bloodshot eyes. I had over plans. And my plans took priority in my naughty state. I place my hand on his head, lowering him between my legs, slowly pushing him downwards, lower and lower until he reached his destination, no longer sitting but rather laying on his back while I straddled his face, still in my panties. <<s Author>>Bon appetit!<</s>> I said before lowering my clothed pussy onto his face, wanting to make use of his mouth and tongue to get my own release. And he got to work there, immediately wetting my panties with his tongue and kissing against it, trying to get to what's hiding behind. He was eager, and the cloth was soft, permissive. His tonguing had its desired effect, quickly overtaking my senses and helping me feel things I have never experienced before. Sure, I have played with myself through my panties in the past, but it was never anything like what his wet tongue was doing to me. His probing muscle was hard at work, eager to discover my body despite the restricting clothing. And I was eager to let him do whatever he needed to bring me release. <<s Author>>Hold up.<</s>> I said as I moved away from that restrictive position and onto my ass on the couch, immediately slipping my panties off and away to reveal my naked pussy as it called to attention. He looked at it, then back up at me. <<s Author>>You know what to do, sweet Leo.<</s>> I comforted him like a mom would a child, helping him to his knees between my legs. His blue eyes and innocent look was a huge turn on as I looked at him prepare himself for an oral exploration. <<s Leo>>You're so hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you're so beautiful on your knees.<</s>> The heat I felt rise through me was excessive, further enhanced by the drugs we had taken, which pulled out a dominant side from me I never experienced before. <<s Author>>Come on, pet. It's not going to eat itself.<</s>> My guiding hand on the back of his head pulled him in for a kiss. And my pussy lips greeted his mouth with renewed vigor. While the drugs had the effect of making me hornier, more forceful and demanding, they had the reverse effect on him, who eagerly listened to my commands and served my naughty whims. And serve he did, licking and tonguing and kissing and moaning into my cunt, giving it his all. Until I felt myself lose my grip. Both on his head and on reality. The rising tide rose and rose until it approached too fast, eventually crashing hard onto me and washing over my heated body. The effect was intense, aggressive. And I absolutely loved it and revelled in it. And he kept his work, despite his goal having been accomplished, his tongue hard at work on my pussy to try and prolong my orgasm as much as possible. And the tsunami of naughty feelings kept coming and coming, enhanced by his serviable work, overtaking my senses and leaving me a satisfied mess. I was grateful for the encounter. And his reciprocated smile told me he was too. //What a beautiful ending to an intense valentine evening!// <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Make him eat my cunt" "Not in the right mood">><</if>> <<link "Lower his pants and get to work">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Things were getting undeniably heated between us, and I was ready to take it to the next step. <<s Author>>Is it fair that I'm the only one out of her clothes?<</s>> I asked, slowly slipping down to kneel in front of him, still seated on the couch. <<s Author>>How about we take these off?<</s>> My hands reached out for his pants, ready to get rid of them and find what hid inside. <<s Leo>>Okay...<</s>> His cute voice was hesitant, but I didn't care. I needed what was inside there. I managed to get the button undone and the zipper down, already having him prepped for his gesture. <<light Leo>> stood for a bit, hands hooked inside his pants, as he lowered them, reveling tighty whities. //Sounds about right.// Inside, a stiff penis pushed against its confines, eager to find air and breathe. His naughty smell was unmistakable, as it rushed to my nose, a sweet yet engaging aroma. The little member struggled, and I figured I'd help it in its fight. <<s Author>>Let's greet little Leo, shall we?<</s>> I sweetly said as I hooked my hand into his waistband and slowly lowered it. The stiff member poked out from under its white confines as it lowered, a respectable 3 inches hard member eager to receive attention, and already leaking a bit of its precum, wanting release. It was sweet. But then again, it's not the size of the boat but rather the motion of the ocean, right? <<picmid "valentine/leo-bj.jpg">> I slowly lowered myself to his penis and licked its head, as it ebbed with my tongue action, desperate for more attention. I flicked my tongue against it once more, and was met with a naughty moan from my friend. Looking up, I saw he had his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations I was giving him, and unable to really engage with me. He looked cute so taken by the sensations rocking his body all coming from the tip of his small penis. And lick after lick, flick after another, my tongue got to work slobbering his member and stroking it, making it wet. And grunts of appreciation escaped his lips as my tame oral exploration kept him on beautiful edge. <<s Leo>>Oh yes...<</s>> There was no doubt my friend was liking what I was doing, his senses tingling and emotions in a shamble as he kept pushing his hips forward for more attention. And I went for the kill, wrapping my lips around the head and lowering my mouth until it entirely engulfed his shaft, taking him in and teasing him with my tongue and mouth. He moaned out in eager appreciation as I sucked with extreme energy, eager to get him over the edge. <<picmid "valentine/leo-bj2.jpg">> And he couldn't really last long. Moments later, flicking my tongue against the lower side of his head and keeping my suction up, I felt his penis grow a bit, warning of what was to come. And cum he did, filling my receiving mouth with spurt after spurt of smooth liquid, his sperm flowing inside of my mouth in a soft manner, coaxed by my enticing tongue. And his moans rose, happy and satisfied, as he emptied himself inside of my willing mouth, and I took what he had to offer willingly. His closed eyes and wide smile told me of his extreme satisfaction, and I felt proud to have brought him such pleasure. From hating valentine to smiling wide as he emptied his balls, I'd say that's a commandable change of heart! Soon thereafter, we both got dressed as we reeled with the implications of what happened. <<if $alphabeta gte 10>><<light Leo>> looked at me with a smile, his hand hooking on the back of my head to bring me into a kiss that I couldn't help but reciprocate. <<s Leo>>That was a nice valentine.<</s>><<else>><<light Leo>> looked at me with a smile, but also a sort of longing. I approached and gave him a kiss, giving him a small aftertaste of his own sperm. <<s Author>>Happy valentine.<</s>> I smiled at him.<</if>> //What a happy ending to a lovely soft valentine!// <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $alphabeta lte -15>><<link "Rub him through his pants and whisper in his ear">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<replace "#choices">>This was the perfect opportunity to help <<light Leo>> be more in line with who he's supposed to become, and help him along his path of self-discovery. <<s Author>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I commented, my hand drifting down to discover the newest member of our party. <<s Leo>>You're just really hot.<</s>> Came his explanation, which sounded almost like an apology. <<s Author>>Oh I know baby. There's nothing to be ashamed of, We are having sweet sex after all.<</s>> I approached his ear, giving extra emphasis on the word ''sex'' as I allowed it to stretch as it came out. I felt his shudder at the mention, his stiff penis giving a nod of approval as it fought against its confines. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/leo-sitting.jpg">> <<s Author>>Poor guy wants to get out... But it's stuck. You're stuck.<</s>> To give my point extra emphasis, I lowered myself even more on his hips, basically trapping him under me, now fully whispering my words into his sensitive ear. I looked at the hair on his neck rise to attention, fear mixing with pleasure as he took what I said. <<s Leo>>I don't feel trapped.<</s>> He explained, despite his voice shivering as it escaped his lips. <<s Author>>That's because you love your cage.<</s>> My hand gripped his penis through the pants, emphasizing my point as he gave a soft feminine moan. And I pressed, then released, slowly coaxing more moans from him as he reacted to my manipulative approach, thrusting his hips against my expert hand. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/guard-stroking.jpg">> <<s Leo>>This feels... Good.<</s>> <<s Author>>There you go. It's okay to let go. Fuck my hand. Fuck your pants.<</s>> He moaned and went for it, his hips thrusting against material and limb, searching for his release, and slowly moving in its direction. <<s Author>>Look at you squirming under me. Gosh you're cute.<</s>> I complimented him, and he gave a compliant moan, smiling as his eyes drifted down to my bra-encased boobs. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<s Leo>>You're perfect.<</s>> He was quick to reply, panting as he tried to take in every inch of exposed skin, still thrusting against the confined palm and cloth. <<s Author>>I know I am.<</s>> I gave in to the dominant feeling, smiling as I looked down at him. <<s Author>>Wanna see them?<</s>> I asked, alluding to the boobs that took all of his attention. He nodded, unable to voice his consent as he was overtook with emotion. <<s Author>>Then you better hump much faster and cum for me. Cum for me and I'll show them to you. Cum for me and I'll let you see my boobs without their bra. Cum for me like a good boy. Come on.<</s>> I enticed him, wanting to put an end to his misery and wanting him to make a mess out of himself, my hand gripping stronger and rubbing him through the material of his pants. His panting rose, crescendo-ing as he reched for more and more, his thrusts growing more erratic and his grunts more needy, until he could take no more and started thrashing about. The dam broke as I felt wetness against my groping hand, a sticky reward for a remorseless teasing. And he moaned out in a high pitched noise, finding his satisfaction and seeing colors swim in his eyes, a mind-blowing orgasm washing over him. <<s Leo>>Oh god oh wow!<</s>> He moaned as he kept spurting against the confines of his pants, unable to quite find a rest. I smiled as I looked at his satisfied face, his eyes still closed in happy satisfaction. <<s Author>>You have 5 seconds.<</s>> I quickly pulled down my bra to reveal my boobs to him, and his eyes shot open, trying to take as much of them in as possible. <<s Leo>>Uh.. What?<</s>> He was almost speechless, not quite expecting this development. <<s Author>> 3... 2... 1...<</s>> Up came the bra to cover the nipples and conceal my breasts from their eager observer. <<s Leo>>Uhh... Thank you.<</s>> He was obviously saddened by the shortness of the look he got, but still grateful for it as he had a dreamy look on his face. <<s Author>>You're too cute.<</s>> I stood to get dressed, eager to call an end to the night as I put on my dress. //What a beautiful ending to a naughty valentine evening!// <<link "Time to go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Rub him through his pants and whisper in his ear" "He isn't feminine<img src='images/icons/fem.png'> enough">><</if>></div>

<<pichead "valentine/evaleo-initialkiss.jpg" "A Valentine kiss">> Lips found lips, bodies really close to one another as our dear friend watched along, seeing our naughty activity and wanting to join. Her lips on mine were divine, something I knew I wanted to taste for a while now. Last time we were here, the tension was through the roof. This time, we'd kiss and take things a bit further. It was valentine after all, and she was my date. And I needed to show her what that meant to me. And at the end of the day, we had both agreed on bringing just the right person to complete our evening. Not a man like the others, looking to bury his angry pole in some wet snatch, but rather a smart, capable friend who we both could trust and cherish. <<light Leo>> was the best person for the job. And he wouldn't be an outsider to this. My lips separated from my friend's to find his, his beautiful soft features a joy to have against my face. My <<light Leo>> and my <<light Eva>> were the best companions, and I'd been the lucky gal to bring the both of them home. <<s Author>>You both are so hot.<</s>> I said as I took a breather, seeing them kiss each other with intensity. It was a hot sight indeed. My hands found their way to my dress. And quickly got rid of it, before I intervened once more in the kiss. <<s Author>>Come on, clothes off!<</s>> I said to my queer male friend as I went back to kissing my sexy nerdy friend. //Male might be an overstatement.// I think to myself as I see his supple body slowly get revealed, a beautiful sight of androgyny that I was helping feminize. Whether my friend knew it or not didn't matter. What mattered was that his body turned me on, and I couldn't stop myself from attacking his beautiful nipples with my mouth. <<s Author>>You too, you naughty date.<</s>> I said to my other friend, who was watching me devour our sexy boy's body. She quickly complied. I may not have been the most dominant person out there, but I sure was the person in charge in present company! And they both knew and accepted it, willingly. Our bodies, now naked, were hot and heavy. And our hands and lips were even more explorative than before. <<picmid "valentine/evaleo-foreplay.jpg">><<light Leo>>'s respectable boner was at attention, as he stroked it. And I myself was playing with <<light Eva>>'s beautiful folds, seeing how far she could take my teasing before she cracked. <<s Eva>>Please! Give me more! I need more!<</s>> She begged for attention, for something more. And I would offer that to her, in time. <<s Author>>Someone's horny!<</s>> I teased her. Her whimpers in answer were beautiful music to my ears. <<s Leo>>You're such a tease!<</s>> My "male" friend smiled at me, and I smiled back. <<s Author>>That's how you like it, is it not?<</s>> I asked him. He could only nod in return, his boner begging for some sort of action. <div id='choices'><<link "Let him fuck her. Let her lick me.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/evaleo-train.jpg">> A beautiful train of lovemaking found itself between the three of us lovers, each of us servicing the next, and my date in the middle being the center of all that attention, his cock between her lips and her lips on mine, eating me out like a dutiful servant. <<s Author>>Mmm.. That's it. Just there.<</s>> I moaned out in appreciation of her actions, smiling wide at her as <<light Leo>> kept drilling at her from behind. <<s Author>>How does she feel?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Leo>>Amazing.<</s>> He replied in between thrusts, enjoying our friend's body. And her writhing, servicing body, was a beautiful sight to behold. A sexy third that danced in sultry motions, enjoying our bodies and making us enjoy hers. A beautiful trio of passion and love-making, I couldn't belive my luck to be ending the night with these two beautiful individuals, in body and soul. //What a beautiful ending to an emotional valentine evening!// <<picmid "valentine/evaleo-finalkiss.jpg">> <center><<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He can fuck her, but I'm 69ing my friend too!">><<add "bisex" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/evaleo-sixtynine.jpg">> As <<light Leo>>'s cock found its home in my friend's pussy, I situated myself underneath, getting a first-class seat and participatory position as my fingers explored her folds while her mouth explored mine. Licking and fucking, we kept at this beautiful action together. <<s Author>>How does that feel?<</s>> I asked my friend as I continued rubbing her, trying to find the right soft spots. <<s Eva>>Mmmm so good!<</s>> She moaned in return, as <<light Leo>> lovingly stroked her with his hard cock, rubbing her in all the right places. <<s Author>>You're good with your lips.<</s>> I complimented her as she continued licking me and trying to bring out pleasure from me even further. <<s Leo>>Yes she is.<</s>> <<light Leo>> commented, as his cock kept fucking in and out from her other lips, exploring and enjoying the tightness of her folds. <<s Leo>>Tight.<</s>> He said lovingly. I smiled as I went in, licking the underside of his penis and her clit at the same time, trying to bring out an orgasm from the both of them. Two in one, at the same time, my tongue was at work to make them both explode. And explode they did, a beautiful orgasm crashing through them as <<light Leo>> mod out at the last moment to cum all over her back and ass, globules of pretty white sperm pooling on her back. A final kiss sealed our evening, a satisfying ending to an emotional valentine evening. <<picmid "valentine/evaleo-finalkiss.jpg">> <center><<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 15>><<link "Leo's fucking me. She's the third wheel.">><<add "evasub" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "valentine/evaleo-riding.jpg">> If anything, I am a tease. And if anything, I wanted to be the one to make my emotional friend feel better about himself. And if anything, I didn't get enough of kissing my nerdy, easily corruptible friend. And in making her realize that I'm the one that's usually in control. As I moved to ride <<light Leo>>, his beautiful erection at full mast, eager to find itself between my folds, my lips moved to kiss <<light Eva>>'s, sharing saliva with her and enjoying her submissive acceptance of my dominance in this encounter. <<light Leo>> slid in easily, eagerly, as he moaned in anticipation and acceptance. And I moaned into my queer friend's mouth. Girl kising girl while riding their slowly feminizing friend. A beautiful sight to anyone who'd want to behold it. I kissed <<light Eva>> with intensity, before moving away. <<s Author>>How does it feel, being my date for the night?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Beautiful.<</s>> She said, taking in the beautiful naked sight in front of her. <<s Author>>No man got their hands on you.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Author>>Only I did.<</s>> I continued to tease her with a big smile. <<s Eva>>I wouldn't want to finish the night with anyone else.<</s>> SHe replied, before my lips attacked her once more. <<light Leo>> moaned out, the sight stimulating as were my gyrating hips. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I said to him as I separated myself from my femme friend. He looked up at me with adoration in his eyes. <<s Leo>>Beautiful as fuck.<</s>> He said, thrusting into me harder, and then moaning submissively. <<s Author>>Can't handle me I see...<</s>> I said, as I moved even firmer on his pelvis, trying to make him succumb the the looming orgasm. <<s Leo>>You both are so hot.<</s>> He admitted, his thrusting motions growing more erratic by the second. <<s Author>>Still hate valentine?<</s>> I said, my lips moving back to attack <<light Eva>>'s as my fingers drifted down to rub her folds, a wetness that was pooling underneath her telling me that she too was close. <<s Leo>>No... I. Mmmm... I love -it<</s>> His words were cut off by moans, his concentration intense as he tried to delay his orgasm. I moved up, leaning in to whisper in his ear, as his penis stood to attention underneath me. <<s Author>>Cum for me, Leo. Show me how weak you are for my body.<</s>> I said. <<vid "valentine/evaleo-cumshot.mp4">> In mere moments, I felt the cum shoot out of his sperm, trying to find my pussy that hovered right above teasingly. He came like a leaking faucet, as I looked down at him squirming, his face crunched up in a concentrated expression. A beautiful sight. And one that made my friend cum on my fingers too. <<s Author>>That's it, Eva. Cum for your date!<</s>> I urged her on, smiling wide as I continued my rubbing motion. And her moans mixed with his as she found her own release, tow quivering messes surrounding me, their dominant lover for the evening. It was always a good timw when I was with these two, and I had a feeling it'll keep being that even beyond tonight... //What a beautiful ending to an emotional valentine evening!// <<picmid "valentine/evaleo-finalkiss.jpg">> <center><<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "" "Not dominant enough (15)">><</if>></div>

<img src="images/valentine/flyer.jpg" width="80%" position="center"> Picking up the flyer and looking at it, I could see the statement that it made, and understood people's interest in what was coming. The air was jubilant, everyone was in a positive mood, overall, everything looked good! <<s Jasmin>>Hellooo!!! Can you believe that? How fun is this going to be!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> was joyful, showing real signs of excitement. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I can't wait to make it there and just have the time of my life! It's gonna be a night to remember!<</s>> <<s Author>>Jerome already agreed to it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Agreed? He's just as excited as I am! This is going to be glorious!<</s>> Honestly, her excitement rubbed off on me, and I could feel myself just as excited and interested as she was. //This is going to be a fun evening indeed!// <center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "If I want to end the valentine evening with any of my friends, I need to make sure our friendship has surpassed Milestone 30!">></center> <<link "Go to Class" "Valentine Class Jubilation">><<addtime>><<pickup $valentine "Announced" 1>><<drop $valentine "Announcement" 1>><</link>>

The palpable positive mood in the air lasted in class even, as <<light Eva>> took her seat next to me. <<s Eva>>This event sure is something, right?<</s>> <<s Author>>Jasmin is all smiles about it.<</s>> I looked at her, not quite getting what her point of view on it actually is. <<if $evasmarts gte 18>><<s Eva>>It's honestly not the best idea our school has come up with, Valentine is known to be a cash grab and more of a private thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh come on it's not that bad, the night could always end in privacy!<</s>> I answered her, smiling wide. <<else>><<s Eva>>Honestly I didn't expect it, but there isn't anything really bad about this whole thing, I'm kind of into it?<</s>> <<s Author>>I like your spirit! I might even make it!<</s>> I answered her, matching her smile.<</if>> A moment of rest as the professor started his speech ensued, before I spoke up: <<s Author>>What are you going to wear?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't think I have anything special planned... Wanna go shopping?<</s>> <<s Author>>That sounds like a great idea! Does Sunday work for you?<</s>> She nodded. <<s Eva>>Yes, perfect day.<</s>> Our date set, we continued watching class, listening to our professor's explanation of physical experiments. You know, the boring kind that you just have to watch and listen to, with no decisions to make... <<link "Leave class" "School">><<set $evamessagepre to 3>><</link>>

Today was Valentine's Day. The day where romance and sappy things come to a height, and a day where almost everything stops to celebrate couples. The school was equally in a state of stupid excitement and it showed on everyone's faces. <<s Jasmin>>Sir can you tell us more about how you met your wife?<</s>> The sly <<light Jasmin>> had used the opportunity to have us lose class time, tricking the professor into droning on about his love life and past. This was admittedly a lost class, one tha- <<s Eva>>Looking forward to tonight?<</s>> <<light Eva>>, seated next to me, whispered her question, not wanting to get caught by the professor. <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>><<s Author>>You know it girl, I'm so excited to be going with you!<</s>> I answered her with honesty. <<s Eva>>So am I! I was thinking maybe you'd wanna get ready together? At my place?<</s>> She proposed, a smile growing on her face. It wasn't a bad idea, and I leaned into it. <<s Author>>Sounds great, I'll meet you there!<</s>> <<s Eva>>You can take the bus or...<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll go through the park.<</s>> I cut her off, used to taking that path to reach her. She smiled as the professor continued his speech of sappy romance and love. <<elseif $valentine.has("ericdate")>>I thought back to the fact that I had agreed to go out with <<light Eric>>, despite her offer, and felt like I needed to smoothen the blow she must've received. <<s Author>>I am. Sorry about the Eric thing...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey no it's okay,<</s>> She said quickly, trying to hide some sort of emotion, <<s Eva>>IT was stupid of me to ask even.<</s>> I felt bad for my friend. I needed to alleviate the load. <<s Author>>Don't worry, it's going to be a long night and who knows what might happen really...<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>I was thinking that we could get ready together at my place?<</s>> She proposed, a shy smile growing on her face. <<s Eva>>Get you ready for your date?<</s>> It wasn't a bad idea, and I leaned into it. <<s Author>>Sounds great, I'll meet you there! He can wait for the party to see me!<</s>> <<s Eva>>You can take the bus or...<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll go through the park.<</s>> I cut her off, used to taking that path to reach her. She smiled as the professor continued his speech of sappy romance and love. <<elseif $valentine.has('evanodate')>><<s Author>>I am.. Sorry about turning you down.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey don't worry about it girl, water under the bridge!<</s>> Her smile was genuine and put me at ease. I smiled back. <<s Eva>>I was thinking that we could get ready together at my place?<</s>> She proposed, a shy smile growing on her face. It wasn't a bad idea, and I leaned into it. <<s Author>>Sounds great, I'll meet you there!<</s>> <<s Eva>>You can take the bus or...<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll go through the park.<</s>> I cut her off, used to taking that path to reach her. She smiled as the professor continued his speech of sappy romance and love. <<else>><<s Author>>I am excited for it!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Have you given my proposal some thought?<</s>> She asked, referring to the invitation to go together as a fake date. I did take my glorious time to answer her, I can't deny that! <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Accept her as a date">><<pickup $valentine "evadate" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I saw no wrong in going there with her, and so gave her my final answer. <<s Author>>I'd love to go with you.<</s>><<if visited("Eric Valentine Talk") gte 3>> <<s Author>>Thank you for not making it a huge proposal like a certain someone!<</s>> I whispered, aluding to <<light Eric>>'s grand romantic gesture.<</if>> <<s Eva>>Gosh that was awkward.<</s>> She smiled for a bit, before continuing, <<s Eva>>I was thinking we could get ready for the party together at my place?<</s>> She proposed, a shy smile growing on her face. It wasn't a bad idea, and I leaned into it. <<s Author>>Sounds great, I'll meet you there!<</s>> <<s Eva>>You can take the bus or...<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll go through the park.<</s>> I cut her off, used to taking that path to reach her. She smiled as the professor continued his speech of sappy romance and love. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather go solo">><<replace "#choices">>I didn't feel like being tied down to a person for the evening, so was clear about my situation. <<s Author>>Honestly I really appreciate the offer but I'd rather fly solo for tonight.<</s>> I explained, hoping not to hurt her. <<s Author>>But thanks for not making it a huge proposal like a certain someone!<</s>> I continues, alluding to <<light Eric>>'s grand romantic gesture. <<s Eva>>Gosh that was awkward.<</s>> She smiled for a bit, before continuing, <<s Eva>>But I understand your desire to be free tonight. I was thinking we could get ready for the party together at my place?<</s>> She proposed instead, a shy smile growing on her face. It wasn't a bad idea, and I leaned into it. <<s Author>>Sounds great, I'll meet you there!<</s>> <<s Eva>>You can take the bus or...<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll go through the park.<</s>> I cut her off, used to taking that path to reach her. She smiled as the professor continued his speech of sappy romance and love.<</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>> <<link "Leave class" "School">><<pickup $valentine "Today" 1>><<drop $valentine "Approach" 1>><</link>>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>> I decided to approach my friend after our latest online conversation. <<s Author>>Hey friend. Is everything okay? You haven't been yourself lately.<</s>> I put my hand on his shoulder as I said my bit. <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>. Yeah not really, I don't know...<</s>> <<s Author>>Everything okay at home?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Better than ever. My parents are insufferable as always, acting all lovey dovey because it's February and whatnot.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah valentine is on its way!<</s>> I reminded him, smiling. He didn't reciprocate, but rather his mood shifted for the worse: <<s Leo>>Everyone's so obsessed about this stupid holiday. It's meaningless.<</s>> He snapped. Not so attached to this event, I let it slide: <<s Author>>Hey I understand what you're saying. I've never had a valentine myself.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Seriously? But you've always been so...<</s>> <<s Author>>Unlucky. You're not the only one, Leo.<</s>> I answered him before he got to finish his question. <<s Leo>>Well yeah but it's different for you.<</s>> <<s Author>>How is it different?<</s>> My curiosity peaked. <<s Leo>>You're not... special, unusual, a freak like me.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s self image was really hurt, he didn't seem so great. <<s Author>>Come on Leo! You're cool! What, are you gonna tell me that you've never been on a date?<</s>> I scoffed at him. My friend remained silent, avoiding eye contact. <<s Author>>Oh you haven't. Oh I'm sorry I didn't know.<</s>> Awkwardness filled the air. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Tell him to come to the party">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $valentine 'Leoatparty' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I know how to solve that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Please don't set me up with someone. I'm not ready for this kind of attention.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who said anything about setting you up with someone? You just need diversion in a nice setting. Come to the valentine party!<</s>> I announced, confidently smiling at him. Shocked wouldn't describe how he looked right then and there. <<s Author>>Come on, you don't need to do anything. Just show up and enjoy the vibes there, that's all there is to it. And if I manage to find you a special someone by then, well then you'll be the lucky one.<</s>> I announced my plans, and left him there still replaying the encounter in his head. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Give him a motivational speech and call it a day">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey... friend... It's never too late, you know. I'm sure you'll find that special someone!<</s>> I tried to fill the silence. <<s Leo>>That's what people always say. I just want what my parents have, their positive vibes and loving stares and chemistry and...<</s>> He seemed downtrodden. But there was nothing that I could do. <<s Author>>It takes time and effort, but you'll get there Leo. I'm sure of it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Sure. Thanks <<print $name>>, I appreciate you.<</s>> <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "valentine/eric-holding-flyer.jpg" "A valentine conversation">><<pickup $valentine "EricTalk1" 1>>Noticing the flier in his hand and wanting to tease him about it, I decided to approach my friend. <<s Author>>So Eric, any special someone you're looking to invite to that party?<</s>> His nervousness was visible as he looked at me, trying to joke about it. <<s Eric>>This stupid thing? Definitely not! Why, are you interested?<</s>> Poor guy can't lie for his life. <<s Author>>I might be... If the right guy comes along.<</s>> I teased him, wanting to see what he'd do. <<s Eric>>I mean... It does sound like fun.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wasn't it stupid a moment ago?<</s>> <<s Eric>>New evidence has come to life.<</s>> <<s Author>>What are you, a detective?<</s>> I joked, helping him out of his shell. <<s Eric>>Detective Eric, at your service.<</s>> <<s Author>>See you around, detective loverboy.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<s Eric>>So that party...<</s>> I should've guessed that <<light Eric>> would want to talk about that. <<s Author>>Sounds stupid, right?<</s>> <<s Eric>>The verdict is still out on that. Do you have a date to it?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Tease him">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually I do.<</s>> I answered him. He immediately showed hesitation. <<s Eric>>Oh. Oh well enjoy it!<</s>> He forced himself to feel happy for me. I smiled. <<s Author>>I'm joking, Eric, still waiting for the right person to come along.<</s>> I batted my eyes at him before taking my leave. //Let him think it over for a while// <<link "Leave" "School">><<pickup $valentine 'ericchoosed' 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I'm free">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't actually. I'm a free bird.<</s>> I answered him. He couldn't hide the small tingle of joy in his eyes. <<s Eric>>Awesome! I mean cool. Wanna...<</s>> I had to cut him off right then and there. <<s Author>>I'm hoping whoever invites me does a whole show of it. Flowers, chocolate, the whole deal. That would be cool.<</s>> He immediately backtracked, forcibly acquiescing: <<s Eric>>Oh yeah definitely! That's the way to go with this for sure!<</s>> I smiled at him, <<s Author>>I'll see you around!<</s>> <<link "Leave" "School">><<pickup $valentine 'ericchoosed' 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><img src='images/valentine/proposal.jpg' max-height='100%' position='center'> I saw it coming, I should've expected it after our conversation last time, but I was hopeful that it wouldn't happen. And yet it did. Here was <<light Eric>>, bunch of roses thrown all around him, a bouquet in hand, music playing on a portable speaker he had placed on the table next to him, ready for his big question: <<s Eric>>Will you go to the dance with me, <<print $name>>?<</s>> His question was innocent, sweet some might say. But it was also awkward to be asked like that. He looked at me expectantly, as others watched along, seeing what decision I'd make, some already expecting the rejection and preparing to mock the poor guy. <<light Eva>> was also there, wanting to see what choice I'd make. She had asked me to be her fake date to fend off the boys on Sunday, and <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>>I had agreed. <<elseif $valentine.has('evanodate')>>I had denied her.<<else>>I told her I'd think about it.<</if>> Her eyes were observant. I had to choose. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Say yes">><<pickup $valentine "ericdate" 1>><<pickup $valentine "evanodate" 1>><<drop $valentine "evadate" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Whether it was his cute smile, the grand gesture, or just him being him, I felt a tingle of excitement inside of me at the prospect of going with <<light Eric>> to the event together. There was something beautiful about this whole thing, being so open about our partnership, that I couldn't miss. <<s Author>>Yes. I'd love to go out with you to the party.<</s>> I declared, cheered on by our friends. I went to hug <<light Eric>>, noticing <<light Eva>> behind him looking sad. <<s Eric>>Oh wow. My first valentine.<</s>> He whispered in the hug. I don't know why I kind of expected that, but brushed through it like it was nothing, elongating the hug. I mouthed to my friend <<light Eva>> a "sorry", which she ignored and moved away. //I might have to make it up to her...// Besides, if we were going to the party together doesn't mean we have to spend it all together, right? <<if $cuck gte 10>><<light Eric>> was a pushover after all.<</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Say no">><<less "Eric" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<pickup $valentine "ericnodate" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Our friendship was great as it is, and I didn't want to ruin what we had. Or maybe it is that I didn't want a public commitment to this. Or maybe it is that I didn't want this kind of attention or just to be with him or... <<s Author>>No!<</s>> I spoke out, my words beating me before I could speak. There was a heavy silence in the air as I noticed my reaction and how it came out from me, the time moving in slow motion as the audience we had gathered caught on and started their reaction. The whoops and jokes started coming in in fast fashion, mocking the young <<light Eric>> and my rejection of him. I would have felt bad for him, had he not put himself in such a position in the first place. <<light Eva>> looked at the scene, and when my eye caught hers, she showed signs of.. relief? Regardless, she wasn't joining in on the mockery but was happy with what she'd witnessed. <<s Author>>I just don't think it's the right move. I like you Eric, as a friend.<</s>> The hollering intensified at my words, everyone making the weirdest of noise as they made fun of the boy. <<light Eric>> couldn't take all the pressure, and slinked away, leaving the whole scene behind. He didn't cry, granted, but he was hurt. The crowd slowly dissipated, whatever event now finished, as I was left to deal with the mental repercussions of the event. I'd better send him a message when we get home, to clear it up. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $ericmessagepre to 4>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $valentine.has("evadate") and $bisex gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Announce I'm going with Eva">><<pickup $valentine "ericnodate" 1>><<add "Eva" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Feeling like the best path is honesty, I answered my friend's request with the truth: <<s Author>>Actually, Eric. I already have a date, it's Eva.<</s>> I answered him, everyone cheering around us. <<light Eric>> wasn't as happy to hear the news, as people pushed <<light Eva>> towards me. <<s Author>>As friends, as friends!<</s>> I was quick to point out, stopping the beginning of "Kiss kiss kiss" cheers. People laughed, as one of the students approached <<light Eric>>. <<s stranger>>Dude she preferred a girl over you. Awkward!<</s>> His taunt had its effect: <<light Eric>> couldn't take all the pressure, and slinked away, leaving the whole scene behind. He didn't cry, granted, but he was hurt. The crowd slowly dissipated, whatever event now finished, as I was left to deal with the mental repercussions of the event. I'd better send him a message when we get home, to clear it up. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $ericmessagepre to 4>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> </div> <<else>>Problem! You already saw this scene! <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</if>>

Approaching my friend in the school's corridors, I notice the flyer right behind her, and point it out. <<s Author>>So, are you going?<</s>> <<s Yara>>It honestly sounds stupid, are you?<</s>> I confirm that I am seriously thinking about it. <<s Author>>Eva and I are going to be shopping for dresses for the party actually.<</s>> I add. <<light Yara>> perks up at that mention, commenting on it: <<s Yara>>My two favorite people are going shopping! At the mall?<</s>> I didn't know how I wanted to approach this turn in the conversation, did I want her there or privy to our thing? <div id="choices"><<link "Don't give her too much information">><<replace "#choices">>Choosing to be sly about it, I respond: <<s Author>>Wouldn't you like to know?<</s>> I keep my smile to show that I am not willing to hide anything from my friend, but not giving away that information for free. <<s Yara>>I see you I see you, it's like a couple's thing for valentine!<</s>> She teases me. <<s Author>>No! There's nothing between Eva and I!<</s>> I took the bait. <<s Yara>>Oh dear, I always figured you two to be closeted lesbians. That's okay, I'll give you your space.<</s>> I knew that she was trying to get a rise from me, as she usually does. I now really had a choice to make. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Prove her wrong.">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Wanting to prove her wrong, I am quick to invite her: <<s Author>>Come with us, I don't care. That should prove we're not lesbos.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I never said there was anything wrong with lesbos. I just figured with you two being so submissive that it would never work out for you that's all.<</s>> Her teasing is incessant, and my emotions are hard to contain as I try to fight my frustration. <<s Yara>>Relax relax! I might just take you up on your offer. See you around!<</s>> <<light Yara>> goes her own way after flashing me her big smile. //I just got played.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $yarashopping to true>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Ignore her taunts.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Deciding not to give her the satisfaction of getting under my skin, I choose not to engage and smile at her. <<s Author>>Did you know jealousy is bad for your health? It causes wrinkles to show much more often.<</s>> I quip back, flashing my pearls. <<light Yara>> is amused, smiles back at me. <<s Yara>>That's a good one. I'm actually happy for you, I'm sure it'll be a fun time for you!<</s>> I softened a bit. <<s Author>>Thanks Yara!<</s>> We each go our separate way, my mood positive after standing up to her. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $yarashopping to false>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>She is not invited, make it clear.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to leave any doubt in her mind that she is not invited to our hangout, I am quick to shut her down: <<s Author>>Honestly Yara it's gonna be a thing just for us two.<</s>> Ever the eloquent person, her reply comes quick: <<s Yara>>I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was a date!<</s>> Her smirk betrays the jab she's attempting. <<s Author>>Eva's the best and she deserves the best, don't you agree?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Most definitely.<</s>> I knew we'd see eye to eye in that. <<s Author>>Excuse me, I gotta go!<</s>> Taking my leave, I go my own way, not caring to see where <<light Yara>> went. //I probably rubbed her the wrong way...// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $yarashopping to false>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I feel like I owe her the information" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">> <<elseif $subdom lte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I feel like I owe her the information">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't want to be on <<light Yara>>'s bad side, after all she's a really good friend albeit a bit assertive... <<s Author>>Yeah, we were thinking of visiting a few places.<</s>> I was eager to answer her. <<s Yara>>Oh that's cool. I'm in!<</s>> She never asked if there was room for her, but then again that was the kind of character she is, and that was the kind of charisma she exudes. <<s Author>>That's great to hear! I'm sure Eva will be thrilled to know that too!<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's gonna be awesome! Alright gotta go, see you later!<</s>> As she went her way, I went mine. <<s Yara>>Don't forget to send me the deets!<</s>> I was already doing so. //Gosh to be confident like she is!// <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $yarashopping to true>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "She is not invited, make it clear." "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><<else>><<dark "She is not invited, make it clear." "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">> <<dark "I feel like I owe her the information" "Not submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'> enough">><</if>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/evahome-hall.jpg" "Eva's Home">>I had made it to <<light Eva>>'s house, our outfits with me as I reached there to prepare ourselves for the upcoming event. Music was playing as we were preparing ourselves, a nice tune that was putting us in the right mood. <<s Eva>>I don't really like make-up.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey I know, but at least it'll make us look better and not give us the wrong kind of attention.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Honestly any kind of attention is the wrong kind of attention. Men know no boundaries.<</s>> She stated, her uneasiness very apparent. <<s Author>>Regardless, we gotta put some effort into it.<</s>> After that, we got dressed in our outfits, ready to hit the scene. <<if $valentine.has('flowery dress')>><img src='images/valentine/flowery-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><<elseif $valentine.has('yellow dress')>><img src='images/valentine/yellow-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><<elseif $valentine.has('red dress')>><img src='images/valentine/red-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><</if>><<if $valentine.has('punk dress')>><img src='images/valentine/punk-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><<elseif $valentine.has('checkered dress')>><img src='images/valentine/checkered-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><<elseif $valentine.has('frenchie dress')>><img src='images/valentine/frenchie-dress1.jpg' width='300em'><</if>> We were both looking extremely attractive in our new clothes, dressed to impress. The entire party would be ours for grabs at the party, and we were so ready for it. <<s Eva>>Promise me you'll have my back tonight? Regardless of everything?<</s>> <<s Author>>What are you worried about? I've got you Eva.<</s>> I comforted her, eager to help her in what she needed. <<s Author>>Now let's go to the party and see what all of this is about!<</s>> <<link "Continue to the party" "Valentine Party Intro">><<set $energy to 10>><<pickup $valentine "Now" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "valentine/exterior.jpg" "The Quad">>We were at the entrance of the school's gymnasium, with people hanging out in the small clearing in front of it. It being a school event, it was obvious that drinking was out of the question. Music made its way to our ears from the inside, a party raging just a small distance away. //For this part of the game, it is free for all with different routes to follow. Our decisions will take us in particular directions, and if we have what we need then we'll be able to progress certain storylines. We can keep going with a certain path till the end of it, but if a certain choice has a * next to it, it means that this choice will end the party for us. Keep tabs of your energy since every choice you make will lessen it, and you might have to end the party early if you run out of energy. (There are a few ways to remedy that but we'll leave you to discover them) Beyond that, let's enjoy the party and get going!// <<link "Hang out here on the outside" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <<link "Go inside" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>>

<<pichead "valentine/exterior.jpg" "The Quad">><<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Outside, the muffled sounds of the indoors party gave a soft background noise to the relatively calm night air. Thankfully, the weather was nice, and brought along with it a small chill that gave you an awakening jolt. The mood was nice, with small groups having formed here and there. There were obviously a few couples here and there who were enjoying each other's intimate company, but most activity was tame as the people there were unwilling to be observed. I could see a few faces I recognized, mainly <<light Samuel>> who was engaged in a heated discussion with a friend of his there. <<link "Let's explore" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <<else>><<include "Valentine Quad Random">><center><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='Approach Eric'>" "Valentine Eric Stuff">><</link>><<if $valentine.has("SamuelHelped")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/samuel.jpg' width='70px' title='Samuel'>" "He already helped me tonight.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/samuel.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk to him'>" "Valentine Samuel">><<pickup $valentine "SamuelTalk" 1>><</link>><<if $valentine.count('SamuelTalk') is 0>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<else>><<dark "*" "He can only help me once for the valentine event.<br>Better make it count!">><</if>><</if>><<if $valentine.hasAll("LeoToilets", "evadate") and $valentine.count("EvaLeo Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about Leo'>" "Valentine Eva Leo Convo">><<pickup $valentine "EvaLeo Talk" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('evatalk') and $evaevent gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Leave together'>" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "EvaHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<dark "*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<elseif $valentine.has('evatalk')>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Leave together'>" "Not close enough">><<elseif $valentine.hasAll('evadate', 'evadatesaved')>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk to her'>" "Valentine Eva Date">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "evatalk" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Eva'>" "Nothing to do with her">><</if>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/rest-outside.png' width='70px' title='Rest for a bit'>" "Valentine Rest">><<if $valentine.count('rested') is 0>><<pickup $valentine "rested" 1>><<add "energy" 2>><</if>><</link>><<if $valentine.count('rested') is 0>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 40px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>></center><</if>>

<<pichead "valentine/interior.jpg" "The Gymnasium">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The party raged on inside, with a beautiful dance floor beckoning you to dance across it and move with the loud music that was filling the place. The air was thick with a beautiful sense of excitement, and people were engaging with each other and enjoying their time. In the corner, <<light Bekham>> was keeping a watchful eye over the whole scene, a chaperone to our evening who made sure everything was going well. Our eyes caught, and he had an undeniable glint sparkling in his, the memory of his offer still warm in my mind. <<light Yara>> was also spending some time here, as she danced with a few of her friends elegantly dressed in a tight sporty outfit. //Ever the athlete this one!// <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>><<s Author>>Hey Eva, how about we each spend some time alone for now? I'd like to mingle for a bit.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh sure. Just don't forget your promise!<</s>> <<s Author>>Got you.<</s>> Separating from my date, I am free to go in whichever direction I want. <<elseif $valentine.has('ericdate')>>Approaching me, <<light Eric>> is elegantly dressed in a sweet-looking suit, happy to see me. <<s Eric>>Woah <<print $name>>! You look amazing!<</s>> He said, obviously impressed by how I looked. I was happy to be having this kind of positive attention. <<s Author>>Thanks Eric! You don't look so bad yourself!<</s>> I return the compliment, meaning what I was saying. His wide smile beaming, he approaches a bit. <<s Eric>>Tonight is going to be amazing. What do you feel like doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>I was thinking we could discover the place a bit better. I just got here.<</s>> I answered him, immediately bringing out his awkward side. <<s Eric>>Oh, of course, sure! I'll see you around, go ahead. Everything is great.<</s>> Taking his leave, he slinks back, giving me my space to <<link "explore the place" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>>.<</if>> <<elseif $valentine.has("distraction")>><<light Julio>> suddenly takes center stage and announces loud and clear for all to hear: <<s Julio>>Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Egrogry High Valentine Party!<</s>> His excitement is contagious, as our friends cheer him on. <<s Julio>>I won't name names, but I've heard from a little birdie that the drinks have been spiked tonight, so enjoy and let's have a fun party!<</s>> The chaos that ensued as party goers rushed to catch a drink was crazy, everyone headed to have a taste of alcohol that most probably wasn't there. Mr. <<light Bekham>> had to switch tacts and head to the drink table himself to deal with the commotion, eventually announcing after having a taste of his own: <<s Bekham>>Calm down everyone, these are not spiked. There is no alcohol in there!<</s>> <<s stranger>>I can definitely taste the alcohol.<</s>> A nerd passing by announced, a smile growing on his face. //Sounds like this distraction is a success.// <<link "Go deeper in school" "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "indooraccess" 1>><<drop $valentine "insideunaccessible" 1>><<drop $valentine "distraction" 1>><</link>> <<else>><<include "Valentine Gymnasium Random">><<if $valentine.has ("drugged")>><br>Music plays loudly, and I feel my body sway with it, taken by the beat. While every step is a struggle, I can't help but laugh at people's faces; they all look so weird! What's a nose even?<</if>><center><<if $valentine.count('yaraproposal') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='She wants to talk'>" "Valentine Yara Talk">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "yaraproposal" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.has("YaraEva Scene")>><<elseif $valentine.has('yaraproposalaccepted')>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Yara'>" "She's waiting for me to make the moves">><<elseif $valentine.has('yaraproposaldenied')>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Yara'>" "She's mad at me for not agreeing to her plan.">><<elseif $valentine.has('yaracounterproposal') and $valentine.has('indooraccess')>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Let's get it on!'>" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "YaraHookup" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<dark "*" "Ends the Valentine event.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Yara'>" "I need to find a way to the locker rooms.">><</if>><<if $valentine.has("JJAccepted")>><<elseif $valentine.hasAll("talkedtoboth", "jeromesolooffer") and $Jerome gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='70px' title='End the night with him'>" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "JeromeHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<dark "*" "Ends the Valentine event.">><<elseif $valentine.hasAll("talkedtoboth", "jeromesolooffer")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='70px' title='End the night with him'>" "Not close enough (5)">><<elseif $valentine.hasAll('talkedtoboth', 'talkedtojasmin')>><<link "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='70px' title='Join him'>" "Valentine Jerome Talk">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.has('talkedtoboth')>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='70px' title='He is dancing alone'>" "Better find Jasmin first.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Her and Jerome are calling me over'>" "Valentine Jasmin Jerome">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<if $energy gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/dance-gym.png' width='70px' title='Dance for a while'>" "Valentine Dance">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "dance" 1>><</link>><<if $valentine.count('dance') is 0>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/valentine/icons/dance-gym.png' width='70px' title='Dance for a while'>" "Too tired for this">><</if>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/drinks-table.png' width='70px' title='Grab a drink'>" "Valentine Drink">><<pickup $valentine "drink" 1>><</link>><<if $valentine.count('drink') is 0>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>></center><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pickup $valentine "insideunaccessible" 1>>As I move towards the locker rooms, trying to make my way further into the school, I am stopped by a good looking Mr. <<light Bekham>> who stops me in my tracks. <<s Bekham>>Where do you think you're going missy?<</s>> He asks as he takes in my attire. <<s Author>>Hello sir. Can't we go to the lockers or someplace like that?<</s>> I ask him innocently. <<s Bekham>>I'm sorry to say that is not an option. Principal's orders.<</s>> He announces, stern. <<s Author>> Oh that's a shame...<</s>> I tell him frowning, trying to look all cute. //Maybe I can get <<light Julio>> to distract him somehow? <<if $Bekham gte 3>>Or maybe I can convince him myself to let some people slip through...<</if>>// <<if $Bekham gte 3 and $valentine.count('WearyBekham') is 0>><<link "Convince him to move away from his post." "Valentine Bekham Talk">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>>❗<</if>> <<elseif $valentine.has("indooraccess")>><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "Deeper in School">><<if $energy lte 0 and visited("Valentine Dealer Talk") is 0>><<RE "valentine/sleepy.jpg">>I feel really tired, maybe I should get home or find me something to pick me up...<</RE>> <<elseif $energy lte 0>><<RE "valentine/sleepy.jpg">>I feel really tired, maybe I should go home...<</RE>> <center><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/toilets.png' width='70px' title='Go to the bathroom'>" "Valentine Toilets">><</link>></center> <<else>><<if $valentine.has("drugged")>>The party raged behind me as I looked at the long corridors stretching in front of me, feeling the blood pumping in my veins as I hazily looked ahead. What to do?<<else>>I have access to deeper parts of the school. What do I feel like doing?<</if>> <<if $valentine.has("LeoAlone")>>I can still hear some movement deeper in the school... Must be <<light Leo>>...<</if>> <center><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/toilets.png' width='70px' title='Go to the bathroom'>" "Valentine Toilets">><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/lockers.png' width='70px' title='Check out the locker rooms'>" "Valentine Lockers">><</link>><<if $valentine.count('LeoMetParty') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/slifire.jpg' width='70px' title='Check the noise deeper in school'>" "Valentine Leo First Meeting">><<pickup $valentine "LeoMetParty" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.hasAll("LeoCorridor", "JulioSeesLeo") and $valentine.count("JulioLeoConnected") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Check on Leo'>" "Valentine Leo Julio Corridor">><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.has("Julionohelp")>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Check on Leo again'>" "Valentine Leo Corridor">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>></center><</if>> <<else>><<pic Bekham>><</pic>><<light Bekham>> still stands at the door, watching people have their party yet not allowing anyone further into the school. I have to find a solution to this. <<if $Bekham gte 3 and $valentine.count('WearyBekham') is 0>><<link "Convince him to move away from his post." "Valentine Bekham Talk">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>>❗<</if>> <</if>>

<<pichead "valentine/drinks-table.jpg" "Drinks Table">> <center><div id='drink'><<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Approaching the drinks table, I notice a big assortment of drinks, with <<light Julio>> hanging out nearby, talking to a couple of his friends. <<s Julio>>Hey <<print $name>>! How are you doing?<</s>> He calls me, happy to see me. <<s Author>>I'm doing well! How are you?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I'm doing okay! Have you seen Leo around?<</s>> He looks at me expectantly, hoping that my friend has made it to the party. <<s Author>>Not really, no. I was hoping to find him here.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Well hit me up if you ever find him.<</s>> He says with a smile.<<elseif $valentine.has("drugged")>>A table with multiple bottles and cups great me with a wide smile, happy to see me as I am to see it. Nearby, I am barely aware of a poster of a cat, and the sounds of the party right behind me...<<else>>Approaching the drinks table, I notice a big assortment of drinks. All non-alcoholic.<</if>> I look at the options available to me: <<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/water-drink.png' width='70px' title='Drink some water'>">><<replace "#drink">>Nothing beats water, amirite?<</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/soda-drink.png' width='70px' title='Drink some soda'>">><<replace "#drink">>Soda's nice, I like soda.<</replace>><</link>><<if $valentine.has('punch')>><<dark "<img src='images/valentine/icons/punch-drink.png' width='70px' title='Drink some punch'>" "I already drank some of that">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/icons/punch-drink.png' width='70px' title='Drink some punch'>">><<add "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "punch" 1>><<replace "#drink">>I drink some of this weird punch. It is fruity and powerful, but obviously not alcoholic!<</replace>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<if $valentine.has('talkedtoboth') and $valentine.count('talkedtojasmin') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk to her'>" "Valentine Jasmin Talk">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtojasmin" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<if $valentine.has('BekhamHorny')>><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='70px' title='Hit on Bekham'>" "Valentine Bekham Hit On">><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<dark "*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<elseif $valentine.has('indooraccess')>><<dark "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='70px' title='Bekham'>" "Bekham is here and eyeing me with interest...">><</if>><<if $valentine.has("JulioSeesLeo")>><<elseif $valentine.has('insideunaccessible')>><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Let him help in distracting Bekham'>" "Valentine Julio Talk Bekham">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.has("LeoHelping") and $valentine.count("LeoJulioTalk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk to him about Leo'>" "Valentine Julio Leo Talk">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "LeoJulioTalk" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.has("LeoMadeup") and $valentine.count("JulioSeesLeo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Point him to Leo'>" "Valentine Julio Leo Second Talk">><<add "Julio" 3>><<pickup $valentine "JulioSeesLeo" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<elseif $valentine.hasAny("shadydeal", "noshadydeal")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Julio'>" "I already asked for his help with Bekham">><<elseif $valentine.has("yaraproposalaccepted") and $valentine.count('yaraaskedjulio') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Could he hit on Eva?'>" "Valentine Julio Talk Eva">><<pickup $valentine "yaraaskedjulio" 1>><</link>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 55px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='70px' title='Julio'>" "Nothing he can help with">><</if>></div></center>

<img src='images/valentine/toilets.jpg' position='center' width='700em'> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>These secluded toilets were relatively clean all things considered, far enough from the party to not be disturbed unless purposely disturbed. <<else>>I was back to these secluded toilets. <<if $valentine.has("LeoMadeup") and $valentine.count("JulioSeesLeo") is 1>>There was muffled sounds towards the last stall in the back, and it seemed odd. <<link "Act as if I'm leaving to listen in." "Valentine Leo Julio Toilets">><<less "energy" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><</link>><<else>>What can I do?<</if>><</if>> <center><div id="options"><<if $valentine.has('punch')>><<link "Take a piss">><<pickup $valentine "piss" 1>><<add "energy" 1>><<replace "#options">>Making use of the calm, I allow myself to take a short rest and take a piss. I feel a renewed energy rising in me.<</replace>><</link>>❗<<elseif $valentine.has("piss")>><<dark "Take a piss" "I already did that">><<else>><<dark "Take a piss" "I don't feel like doing that. Maybe if I had something to drink...">><</if>><<if $valentine.has("LeoToilets") and $valentine.count("JulioSeesLeo") is 0>> | <<link "Check up on Leo" "Valentine Leo Toilets">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('drug')>> | <<link "Time to make use of the drug" "Valentine Drug Use">><<drop $valentine "drug" 1>><</link>>❗<</if>></div></center>

<<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "The empty lockers">> Empty benches and empty showers. There doesn't seem to be much to do here. It's a pretty private place though... I could put it to good use... <center><<if $arousal gte 70 and $valentine.count('masturbated') is 0 and $open gte 20 and $energy gt 1>><<link "Why not use it for myself?" "Valentine Masturbation">><<add "arousal" 30>><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "masturbated" 1>><</link>>❗<<elseif $arousal gte 50 and $valentine.has('masturbated')>><<dark "Masturbate" "I already did that here,<br>time to find me an actual person to play with.">><</if>><<if $valentine.has('JJAccepted') and $jasminevent gte 3 and $Jerome gte 5>><<link "Join Jasmin and Jerome in their game" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "JasminJeromeHookup" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("JJAccepted")>><<dark "Join Jasmin and Jerome in their game" "Not close enough to either or both of them.">><</if>></center>

<<if $energy lte 0 and visited("Valentine Dealer Talk") is 0>><<RE "character/mark.jpg">>I feel really tired, maybe I should get home or find...<br>What is that <<link "stranger" "Valentine Dealer Talk">><</link>> doing there in the corner?<</RE>><<elseif $valentine.has("shadydeal") or $valentine.has("noshadydeal")>><<RE "character/mark.jpg">>The stranger that <<light Julio>> mentioned is here, silently watching from a corner. Should I <<link "talk to him now" "Valentine Shady Deal">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> and get the deal done?<</RE>><<elseif $energy lte 0>><<RE "valentine/sleepy.jpg">>I feel really tired, maybe I should go home...<</RE>> <<else>><<switch random(1, 4)>> <<case 1 2>> <<RE "valentine/exterior-random1.jpg">><<if $valentine.has ("drugged")>>The music inside gives this whole place a weird vibe as I look at the different groups there. My mouth is dry and it is cold, I really need a rest or to go back and dance the night away!<<else>>The vibes outside are immaculate, as small groups are enjoying each other's company.<</if>><</RE>> <<case 3>> <<RE "valentine/couple-voyeur.jpg">><<if $valentine.has('watchedcouple')>>The couple was still exploring each other's bodies in their "secluded" car, a naughty public exploration.<<else>>Secluded in their car, a couple was engaging in a naughty exploration of each other's bodies. Should I <<link "<img src='images/icons/energy.png'>spy on them?" "Valentine Couple Voyeur">><<pickup $valentine 'watchedcouple' 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>>❗<</if>><</RE>> <<case 4>> <<RE "character/mark.jpg">><<if $valentine.has ("drugged")>>I smile wide at the dealer, my savior at this party. My hero!! He made me have more fun! I'm definitely beyond high!<<elseif $valentine.has('talkedtodealer')>>The dealer is still there, calmly making his illegal deals and getting people to buy his merchandise. Tonight is definitely a great night for him.<<elseif $energy lte 5>>The weird looking person is still here, oddly standing in the corner. I feel like <<link "approaching him" "Valentine Dealer Talk">><</link>>❗<<else>>A person that doesn't usually visit our school is standing at the corner, mostly unapproached.<</if>><</RE>> <<default>> Blah. Something went wrong if this is shown. <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $energy lte 0>><<RE "valentine/sleepy.jpg">>I feel really tired, maybe I should get home or find me something to pick me up...<</RE>><<elseif $valentine.hasAny('jeromeoffered', 'jeromedenied') and $valentine.count('phonecall') is 0>><<RE "icons/phoneicon.png">>In my purse, my phone was ringing, demanding an answer. It was <<light Jasmin>>'s father calling. <div id='call'><<link "Answer him" "Valentine Jasmin Father Call">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<pickup $valentine "phonecall" 1>><</link>>❗ <<link "Ignore it">><<pickup $valentine "phonecall" 1>><<less "johntrust" 1>><<replace "#call">>I let the call continue until it eventually stops. I didn't feel like losing my night over this.<</replace>><</link>></div><</RE>> <<else>><<switch random(1, 3)>> <<case 1>><<RE "valentine/background.jpg">>Romantic vibes filled the air in a beautiful ambience inside of the gymnasium.<</RE>> <<case 2>><<RE "valentine/dance-floor-kiss.jpg">>On the dance floor, a couple engages in a bucal exploration, attracting the attention of many. //That's hot.//<</RE>> <<case 3>><<RE "character/bekham.jpg">><<if $valentine.has("indooraccess")>>Now away from his spot at the doors leading deeper in school, <</if>><<light Bekham>> was keeping a watchful eye over the event, observing everyone and making sure no one's getting out of line.<</RE>> <<default>> Blah. Something went wrong if this is shown. <</switch>><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><img src='images/valentine/dancing.jpg' position='center' width='700em'> I hit the dance floor, moving my body to the rhythm and enjoying the vibes of the party, eager to get moving and my blood pumping. The songs are particularly exciting and motivating, as my dancing gets passionate and electric. //What fun times!// Off the corner of my eye, I notice a student I have rarely seen before eyeing me up in obvious admiration. <<link "Keep dancing" "Valentine Dance">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>>❗ <<link "Leave the dance floor" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pickup $valentine "harrass" 1>> Moving my body to the rhythm and enjoying the music, I notice the stranger approaching me in steady steps, eager to be moving his body alongside mine. <img src='images/valentine/harrasser1.jpg' position='center' width='500em'> Hooking his hand across my midriff, he begins to grind his crotch against me, wanting to push my buttons and get me going. His forceful approach is very interesting to me, an eager motion that tells me all he cares for. Although odd and extremely forward, there is no denying that there was an appeal to the whole thing, regardless of how naughty that was. <<if $valentine.has('ericdate')>>It was at that moment that my date, <<light Eric>>, interjected and made himself known. <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>> is everything okay?<</s>> He asked me, eyeing the stranger being familiar with my body. Talking to me in my ear, the stranger asked a question of his own: <<s stranger>>Is this guy bothering you?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Bothering her? I am her date you fuckwad.<</s>> Came <<light Eric>>'s aggressive answer. <<s stranger>>Is that so? She's dancing with me, so how about you kick it, puss?<</s>> Tension was rising. I had to do something. <div id="choices"><<link "Dance with Eric, ignore the stranger">><<pickup $valentine "ericdatedefend" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">>He was my date after all, and the guy was very forceful in his approach. I decided to move away from the stranger and into <<light Eric>>'s arms, dancing with him and moving my body alongside his. The stranger understands that this was his cue to leave, and slowly starts moving away. <<s stranger>>Fucking tease.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thanks for saving me.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Hey don't mention it. You are my date after all!<</s>> He says with a smile, happy to have helped. Although tame in comparison, I spend the next few minutes dancing with my date. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Dance with the stranger to appease him">><<pickup $valentine "harrasseraccepted" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>The stranger being an attractive, fiery presence near me, I elect to continue dancing with him, grinding my body against his suggestively. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay Eric, it's just a dance.<</s>> <<s stranger>>You heard her, wimp. The girl wants to dance with me, not a scrawny bitch like you.<</s>> The stranger added hurtfully, pushing <<light Eric>> to move away with a clear sadness in his eyes. Grinding against the guy, I spend the next few minutes moving my body alongside his, an unmistakable heat rising through me. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $valentine.has('evadate')>>It was at that moment that I saw <<light Eva>> approach us, weirded out by the situation. <<s Eva>>Hey <<print $name>>, is everything okay?<</s>> She asked while looking at me, worry apparent in her eyes. <<s stranger>>She's doing amazing, I'm taking care of her.<</s>> The stranger interjected, requiring my friend to move away. <<s Eva>>You sure you're fine?<</s>> My friend was still waiting on me to do something about this or give her a sign of some sort. Tension was rising. I had to do something. <div id="choices"><<link "Dance with Eva, ignore the stranger">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<pickup $valentine "evadatesaved" 1>><<replace "#choices">>She was my date after all, and the guy was very forceful in his approach. I decided to move away from the stranger and into <<light Eva>>'s arms, dancing with her and moving my body alongside hers. The stranger understands that this was his cue to leave, and slowly starts moving away. <<s stranger>>Fucking tease.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thanks for saving me.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Hey don't mention it. You are my date after all!<</s>> She says with a smile, happy to have helped. Although tame in comparison, I spend the next few minutes dancing with my date. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Dance with the stranger to appease him">><<pickup $valentine "harrasseraccepted" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>The stranger being an attractive, fiery presence near me, I elect to continue dancing with him, grinding my body against his suggestively. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay Eva, it's just a dance.<</s>> <<s stranger>>You heard her. The girl wants to dance with me. Unless you want to join?<</s>> The stranger added with a smirk, pushing <<light Eva>> to move away with a clear sadness in her eyes. Grinding against the guy, I spend the next few minutes moving my body alongside his, an unmistakable heat rising through me. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>That was when Mr. <<light Bekham>> approached the two of us, a chaperone on a mission. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>> you need to halt this activity young lady. This cannot happen under my watch.<</s>> He announced, staring at me. <<s stranger>>Come on, sir! What's the harm in just a little bit of dancing?<</s>> Came the harrasser's reply from behind me, as he grinded into me a bit more forcefully, trying to prove a point and push my buttons. <<s Bekham>><<print $name>> are you really fine with this?<</s>> The professor asked, awaiting an answer. Tension was rising, I needed to make a choice. <div id="choices"><<link "Use Bekham to leave the stranger">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">>Thankful for my professor for interjecting, and eager to show him that he's the real authority there, I moved away from the stranger. <<s Author>>I am sorry sir, this guy just started dancing with me and I couldn't do anything about it.<</s>> <<light Bekham>>'s face immediately turned sour, wanting to put the guy in his place. <<s Bekham>>You better move away from the dance floor. If I ever see you here again you'll have to deal with something that you won't like.<</s>> His forceful, strong threat had the desired effect on the harasser, who nodded and moved away immediately, not willing to find out what that threat entitled. <<light Bekham>> placed his hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes. <<s Bekham>>Are you okay?<</s>> I nodded with a small smile. It felt good being defended like that. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Keep dancing with the stranger">><<pickup $valentine "harrasseraccepted" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Eager to see where this dancing would take us, I downplayed my professor's worries, eager to be dancing with the grinding stranger. <<s Author>>It's all good professor. I'm just dancing in a crowded place, we're bound to get close, no?<</s>> My logic sound despite its perversion, Mr. <<light Bekham>> nods and moves away, leaving me to dance and move my body alongside the strange pervert who keeps enjoying it. Grinding against the guy, I spend the next few minutes moving my body alongside his, an unmistakable heat rising through me. <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<else>>I hit the dance floor, moving my body to the rhythm and following the beat. <<if $valentine.has('harrasserproposed')>>The stranger is yet again grinding his body onto mine, eager to get his rocks off. <<s stranger>>Let's take this party someplace else.<</s>> His whisper is hot against my ear. <<if $open gte 25>><<link "Go with him" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "HarrasserHookup" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<else>>Unfortunately, making such a move with a relative stranger is so entirely out of character for me. I am not <<dark "open enough" "should be above 25">> for this. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</if>><<elseif $valentine.has('harrasseraccepted')>>The stranger is there, slowly making his way towards me on the dance floor. Should I <<link "engage?" "Valentine Harrasser">><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>>❗<<else>>The vibes are immaculate now that the harasser has been dealt with. I move my body to the rhythm.<</if>> <<link "Go back" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</if>>

<img src='images/valentine/harrasser1.jpg' position='center' width='500em'> Once again on the dance floor with the stranger, our bodies move in tandem as we keep the motion electric, facing each other with an unmistakable tension rising between us. He slowly nibbles at my right ear lobe right there on the dance floor, pushing the right buttons and turning me on with expert manipulation. There is something undeniably hot about this whole thing, as the music keeps playing around us and chooses what motion to follow. <<s stranger>>You're so hot, girl. I have to have you.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're not so bad yourself. But we are in the middle of a dance floor.<</s>> I point out with humor. <<s stranger>>Yeah, that professor is looking at us.<</s>> He says, nodding towards an observant Mr. <<light Bekham>> who kept a watchful eye on the dancefloor. <<s stranger>>How about we take this someplace else? Someplace more... private?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll have to pick you up on that offer.<</s>> I announce, flattered by his proposal but not ready to end my night just yet. //I wonder what his plans are for me...// <<link "Take a break from dancing" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "harrasserproposed" 1>><</link>>

<img src='images/valentine/rest.jpg' width='700em' position='center'> Lying down on the grass, I decide to take a small break from all the action, breathing fresh air and resting my eyes. <<if $valentine.has ("drugged")>>Looking at the beautiful green grass underneath me, I am compelled to give it a quick taste, lowering my head into it and dozing off for a short moment as I count sheep. <<s Author>>This one looks oddly like me!<</s>> I wake up with a jolt, ready to continue my partying! <</if>> <<link "Go back to the party" "Valentine Quad">><</link>>

<<pic Bekham>><</pic>> I approached my professor, wanting to put an end to this whole game, and move beyond the party. <<s Author>>So, ready to take this elsewhere?<</s>> I ask him, making sure we aren't heard. His eyebrows furrow. <<s Bekham>>Take this elsewhere? I don't think you can handle this.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am done playing. You know what you want, and you have the chance to take it.<</s>> I tell him, challenging him almost. He looked around, thinking. A decision is taken. <<s Bekham>>I'm going to put you in your place. Come.<</s>> Leaving me to follow, he walks with confidence out of the party, completely disregarding his post or rather handing it over without mentioning it. //Hook, line and sinker.// <<link "Go with him" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "BekhamHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>>

<<pic Bekham>><</pic>>I knew I was close enough to my professor to get him to accept my advances, to change his mind about his task, and to open up a whole new area for out party. I just needed to play my cards right. Grabbing a cup of punch from the table, I get closer to him, a huge smile plastered on my face. <<s Author>>Thirsty, professor?<</s>> Mr. <<light Bekham>> eyed me up, appreciating what he was seeing. <<s Bekham>>That's very kind of you, <<print $name>>. Thank you.<</s>> I sigh, resting my back against the wall near him. <<s Bekham>>Why aren't you out there dancing with your friends?<</s>> He asked, biting. <<s Author>>They're kids. No offense, but none of them even knows how to dance, let alone interest me.<</s>> <<light Bekham>> smiled, agreeing with my statement. <<s Bekham>>I don't even know why the school organized such an event. It's not like valentine should mean anything to your generation.<</s>> I bat my eyelashes at him, putting on my best performance. <<s Author>>It might not mean much, but it is nice to be cared for, you know..<</s>> I say with a dreamy tone, before continuing. <<s Author>>Do you get what I mean, professor?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Please call me Bekham.<</s>> He said, <<s Bekham>>I see what you're saying. I know what you mean.<</s>> I smile at him, before talking again. <div id="choices"><<link "I can care for you">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Maybe if you can rest for a while, I'll be able to care for you later on?<</s>> I asked expectantly. <<s Bekham>>I don't know what you're suggesting, and don't think you should even imply anything of the sort.<</s>> He said sternly. //That was the wrong choice, he'll definitely be on his guard now...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "WearyBekham" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I just wish any of these kids knew how to care for me.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I just wish any of these kids knew how to care for me.<</s>> I told him sweetly, emotions flying. <<s Bekham>>None of them ever will. None of them are real men.<</s>> He announced, falling for my trap. <<s Author>>How can you say that?<</s>> <<s Bekham>>Why do you think I teach what I do in my classes? It's not only for you girls' benefit to know your place. It's to empower these boys too.<</s>> He announces matter-of-factly. I nodded along. <<s Author>>I'll seriously consider your assistant's offer... If you care for me?<</s>> I tell him, looking for signs of admittance. <<s Bekham>>You think I don't know what this is about, <<print $name>>? I couldn't care less about the rest of the school being accessible or not. I'm sure you'll find it unsatisfying though, whatever you do.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll still need to find someone to take care of me.<</s>> I remind him, allowing his imagination to roam, as he left his position. //Access to the inside of the school has been opened.// <<link "Go deeper" "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "indooraccess" 1>><<drop $valentine "insideunaccessible" 1>><<pickup $valentine "InterrestedBekham" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Approaching my friend <<light Julio>>, I choose to tell him about my Mr. Bekham plight. <<s Julio>>I have noticed that he's oddly observant of that door. Although I have to say I have seen a few people sneaking through...<</s>> He replies, interested like ma with what was happening. <<s Author>>So you'll help me in distracting him?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Sure I can. I'll play the fine line between naughty and expelled, keep his attention away.<</s>> He answers, bringing me instant relief. <<s Julio>>I do need your help with something though... There is a guy outside that is supposed to deliver me something, I figure you'll be able to meet him without raising too much suspicion, and get me the delivery. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "Accept his shady deal">><<pickup $valentine "shadydeal" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Willing to compromise for this, I decide to take the deal and look for that stranger. <<s Julio>>Cool. Make sure that you stay discreet about all this, alright?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm the most discreet person you know, dude!<</s>> I answered him, eager to get on the way. <<link "Should I pay him anything?">><<replace "#choices">><<pickup $valentine "pay" 1>><<s Author>>Am I supposed to pay him some money for this... Delivery?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Oh yeah sure. Kinda hoped you wouldn't ask.<</s>> He replies, joking, before passing me a wad of cash. <<s Julio>>It's all there, just give it to him.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I won't take your deal.">><<pickup $valentine "noshadydeal" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to put myself in such a danger, I decide to decline his offer. I'll find another way. <<s Author>>I don't think I can do that for you.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Should've expected that. Prude. Regardless if you change your mind you know how to make me help you.<</s>> He announces, sending me on my way. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $valentine.has("shadydealdone")>>Now that the deal with the dealer has been cleared outside, I needed to get this party on track. I gave <<light Julio>> his stuff on the down-low, and he smiles at me. <<s Julio>>I knew I could count on you, thanks <<print $name>><</s>> He tells me with an excited tone. <<s Julio>>Now carry on and let me do my thing.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><<pickup $valentine "distraction" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("noshadydealdone")>>Despite not having accepted his shady deal, I still went ahead with it and brought him the bag he requested. <<s Author>>Here you go Julio. Now will you fill your end of the deal?<</s>> I ask him annoyed. <<s Julio>>What's the matter? I thought you didn't take the deal.<</s>> He replies, an embarrassing turn of events. I feel frustrated at his reaction, as he quickly interjects. <<s Julio>>I'm just pulling your leg. Thank you for this. Now carry on and let me do my thing.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><<pickup $valentine "distraction" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("noshadydeal")>><<light Julio>> looks at me, a smile across his face. <<s Julio>>So, decided to change your mind yet?<</s>> He asks, arrogant and smug. <div id="choices"><<link "Yes">><<pickup $valentine "shadydeal" 1>><<drop $valentine "noshadydeal" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I cave in. What do you want me to do again?<</s>> I ask him, willing to compromise. <<s Julio>>Just find my guy on the quad outside and get the stuff for me. Once I have them I'll do your bidding and distract <<light Bekham>> from his post.<</s>> He reminds me. <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Forget it">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No, I'm not taking your deal.<</s>> I answer, furious at his insistence. <<s Julio>>Well then why are you here?<</s>> He asks with a smirk. <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("shadydeal")>><<light Julio>> notices me approaching him, and seeing as I don't have anything in hand, scolds me: <<s Julio>>So haven't met him yet? I need the stuff if you want me to distract Bekham.<</s>> He tells me in a serious, hushed tone. <div id="see"><<link "I haven't found him">><<replace "#see">><<s Author>>There's no one outside. Where am I supposed to find him?<</s>> <<s Julio>>He wouldn't stay there all the time, you'll have to slowly ease into it. Come on girl.<</s>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <div id="pay"><<if $valentine.count("pay") is 0>><<link "Should I pay him?">><<pickup $valentine "pay" 1>><<replace "#pay">><<s Author>>Am I supposed to pay him some money for this... Delivery?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Oh yeah sure. Kinda hoped you wouldn't ask.<</s>> He replies, joking, before passing me a wad of cash. <<s Julio>>It's all there, just give it to him.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<s Julio>>I already gave you the money for it, come on get it done.<</s>><</if>></div> He pushes me away, willing me to do his dirty deal for him. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> Approaching my black friend, I announce to him: <<s Author>>Hey Julio, Leo's feeling all better, and it's thank to you!<</s>> He reacts with a wide smile, a question forming on his lips. <<s Julio>>This I gotta see. Where is the sexy dude?<</s>> Seeing no reason to deny him the answer, I choose to share that information: <<s Author>>He's deeper in school, at the toilets near the music room.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Fantastic. Excuse me, I have a beauty to catch.<</s>> And with that, he left his spot at the table, obviously looking for a fun time. <<link "Go back" "Valentine Drink">><</link>>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Julio care to help me with something?<</s>> I ask my friend, hoping he'd lend a helping hand. <<s Julio>>That depends, what do you need help with?<</s>> He asked back, weary. <<s Author>>I just need you to fake a seduction of Eva.<</s>> He immediately denied my request. <<s Julio>>Oh no... No way. I'm not into that.<</s>> I was visibly upset. <<s Julio>>Ask someone else to do that for you... Like Samuel or Jerome or something. What about that guy, Eric?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll keep it in mind, thanks.<</s>> //That was a waste.// <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>>

<img src='images/valentine/dealer.jpg' position='center' width='700em'> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Approaching the stranger standing at the corner of the street next to the school, I see him calmly pass something to someone before turning my way. <<s Mark>>What do you want, girl?<</s>> He sizes me up and down, a smile creeping on his face. <<s Author>>I... I'm not used to this.<</s>> Keeping his silent evaluation, the shady guy speaks up: <<s Mark>>No shit. You're way out of your league.<</s>> He says, dismissing me and turning away. There was an indescribable tension in the air. //If <<light Eva>> saw me right now...// <<else>>Seeing me approach, the dealer is quick to speak: <<s Mark>>So ready to make a deal or what? I ain't got all day.<</s>><</if>> <div id="choices"><<link "Julio sent me">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Julio sent me. I'm here to get something of his.<</s>> I tell him, wanting to get this thing over and done with. <<s Mark>>He did text me that a white girl would pick it up. This you?<</s>> I nod. <<s Mark>>So you got the dough?<</s>> <<s Author>>The dough?<</s>> I was confused. <<s Mark>>Yeah bitch the money, his payment.<</s>> He announces aggressively. <div id="choices2"><<if $open gte 25 and $valentine.count("offereddealersex") is 0>><<link "I could pay you another way...">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Seeing this as an opportunity to save some money and still accomplish my goal, I approach the situation in a soft demeanor, wanting to put on my best face. <<s Author>>Think I could maybe... Pay you a different way?<</s>> I ask suggestively, eager to actually show off my skills. He silently sizes me up before speaking up. <<s Mark>>Girl you're fine. But that ass promised me money and that's what I'm getting tonight. If you wanna come back for a quick fool around though I wouldn't say no to that.<</s>> He announces, before leaving me high and dry. //That guy knows his worth.// <<link "Go back" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "offereddealersex" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('offereddealersex')>><<dark "I could pay you another way..." "I already tried that and got shut down.">><</if>> <<if $valentine.has('pay')>><<link "Pay him the money Julio gave me.">><<replace "#choices2">>Taking out the wad of cash that <<light Julio>> had given me, I pass it to the dealer, who quickly makes sure the full amount is there. <<s Mark>>Sounds about right. Now give him this.<</s>> <img src='images/valentine/drugdealintro.jpg' position='center' width='500em'> I took the small bag from him, headed away. <<s Mark>>And don't hesitate to approach me if you want a little something something.<</s>> He adds as I head away. //I'll keep that offer in mind...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<if $valentine.has("shadydeal")>><<pickup $valentine "shadydealdone" 1>><<drop $valentine "shadydeal" 1>><<elseif $valentine.has("noshadydeal")>><<drop $valentine "noshadydeal" 1>><<pickup $valentine "noshadydealdone" 1>><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $money gte 100>> <<link "Pay from my own money">><<less "money" 100>><<replace "#choices2">>Not wanting to waste any more time over this to get the money from <<light Julio>> myself and make the payment, I choose to make the payment myself. <<s Author>>How much do you want from him?<</s>> I ask him, eager to get this whole thing done with. <<s Mark>>It's for 100$.<</s>> I pull out the money from my purse and hand it over. He counts it and smiles. <img src='images/valentine/drugdealintro.jpg' position='center' width='500em'> <<s Mark>>Pleasure doing business with you.<</s>> He announces, handing over an opaque small bag. <<s Mark>>And don't hesitate to come back if you want a little something something for yourself!<</s>> He adds as I head away. //I'll keep that offer in mind...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<if $valentine.has("shadydeal")>><<pickup $valentine "shadydealdone" 1>><<drop $valentine "shadydeal" 1>><<elseif $valentine.has("noshadydeal")>><<pickup $valentine "noshadydealdone" 1>><<drop $valentine "noshadydeal" 1>><</if>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<dark "I don't have the money" "Gotta meet Julio for it.">><<else>><<dark "I don't have the money" "Gotta meet Julio for it.">><</if>> <<link "I'll be right back" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>></div>

There was an unspoken tension in the air as I approached what could only be a drug dealer who'd found perfect positioning next to our school, willing to make a deal of my own. <<s Mark>>Hey girl. Want something?<</s>> He asked, suggestively watching me up and down. <<s Author>>What do you have?<</s>> At this amateur question, he looks at me a bit closer. <<s Mark>>You're not the kind who usually does this shit, huh?<</s>> He asks, a smile creeping on his face. <<s Author>>Not really, no.<</s>> <<s Mark>>You'll be happy to know I have a little pick-me-up. Something to bring energy back to your lungs. How does that sound?<</s>> He asks with a raised eye-brow. <div id="choices"><<if $valentine.has('offereddealersex')>><<s Mark>>And I'll take you up on your previous offer, you suck me off and I'll give you the stuff for free. What do you say?<</s>> He added, wanting to capitulate on what I had previously said. <<link "Agree to his deal">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was something undeniably hot about the whole situation, about putting myself on the line like that for drugs, about lowering my standards and putting a price on my services. My thoughtfulness gave him an answer to a question that was never asked, as he took my silence as cue, his smile widening, revealing his crooked teeth. <<s Mark>>Follow me.<</s>> He says, ready to make the best out of the situation. Walking for a bit to reach a secluded corner of the parking lot, between cars in the middle of the night, he stops and signs for me to drop to my knees in front of him. The whole erotic nature of the encounter, the naughtiness of what I'm about to do, creates a heat that spreads across my body. <<s Author>>What's your name?<</s>> I ask, not wanting that encounter to be with a complete stranger. //Was he going to be the first person I blow, a complete stranger who's selling me drugs?// <<s Mark>>Do you really need to know? I'm just a dealer you're sucking off for your fix. Now get to it.<</s>> Undeniably, there was something extremely humiliating about sucking off someone whose name you don't even know. And there was no denying that it was having its perverted effect on me. I took my place to my knees in front of him, ready to service him, as I looked up to him with doe eyes. <<if $subdom gte 5>>I kept eye contact as he removed his pants, lowering them with his underwear to reveal his growing black cock. Its girth and size slowly taking bigger shape, it slowly rose to attention, as I stared at it. <<s Mark>>Get to it, bitch.<</s>> He announced, challenging me to take it inside of my mouth. <<else>><<s Mark>>Take them off, bitch.<</s>> He ordered me, a commanding presence that pushed me to comply as I moved to take off his trousers, lowering them alongside his underwear. The magnificent girthy cock revealed slowly gained weight, as it grew in front of me, staring me back as I felt my mouth watering while looking at it. <<s Mark>>Get to it.<</s>> He commanded, and I jumped to the action.<</if>> Grabbing a hold of the cock in front of me, I started stroking it up and down, feeling it grow and take its beautiful powerful shape. <<s Mark>>Kiss it, make it your lover.<</s>> The dealer directed me, guiding me through this unique situation I was dealing with. I followed his voice, pursing my lips and giving the impressive penis a kiss, before wrapping my lips around the head. The head. Bulbous, invasive, masculine, spread my pouty lips as it explored my mouth, softly gliding against my tongue as it approached the back of my throat. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj2.jpg">> I moved my tongue against it, feeling its musky scent invade my senses as I got accustomed to its size and shape, to the feeling of having it explore my cavity. To the feeling of being so submissive in front of such a commanding presence. I looked up, and my eyes caught his. <<if $looks gte 5>>He looked back at me, his eyes boring into my soul, as his dick twitched inside my mouth, distracting me. <<s Mark>>You look hot with my dick in your mouth.<</s>> He complimented me, a perverted comment that sent naughty shivers down my spine. <<else>>He stared back at me, his eyes drilling through to find my soul, his hand resting against my head. <<s Mark>>What a bitch.<</s>> His demeaning comment sent naughty shivers down my spine, nothing but a hole for his pleasure.<</if>> And indeed, I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure, a toy that he got to play with and control however he wished, a naughty girl that was blowing someone off for her fix. His cock started gliding back and forth, a wave of emotions coursing through me as he started slowly moving his hips to bring himself pleasure, using me as an object to bring him pleasure. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> <<s Mark>>That's it. That's a good girl.<</s>> He started pushing me further, his cock now at full size and his sexual ministrations growing and taking stronger shape. <<s Mark>>Time to really pay for your drugs, you filthy addict.<</s>> I was not an addict. This would be the first time I'd ever try drugs. I just needed the energy. An energy that I was about to lose by sucking this stranger off, as he forced himself onto me, overpowering me. His cock started nudging the back of my throat, softly yet surely choking me in deliberate intervals, and I complied, holding my breath in these moments of intense activity. <<picmid "valentine/dealer-bj.jpg">> <<if $sexskill gte 10>>Thinking back on the porn films I'd seen while playing with myself, attempting my best to apply the learnings of the past years of self-exploration, I pushed myself beyond that choking motion, allowing for a deepthroat and further leaning into it. It was just an exercise, of a different kind. And it felt amazing to do that naughty work, as I bobbed my head up and down, taking a semblance of control over the situation... As much control as one can in these circumstances... The muffled sounds of my deepthroating had their desired effects on the stranger using my mouth, as my continuous sexual ministrations soon brought him close to the edge. <<else>>Despite my lack of sexual knowledge, I tried my best to service the person in front of me, offering him perverted satisfaction as his cock kept pushing my limits. The deepthroating was overpowering, invasive, and it made me create sounds that I never knew possible. This brought him great satisfaction, as from the corners of my teary eyes I could see his huge smile growing with each perverted sound that emanated from my throat. These perverted ministrations slowly but surely had their desired effect on him, bringing him close to the edge.<</if>> <<s Mark>>I'm about to cum. You better be ready!<</s>> He announced, ready to shoot his load in my throat, his hand against the back of my head, pushing me down on his impressive member. <div id="choices2"><<if $athletics gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Move away, I'm not swallowing.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't allow him to overpower me like that, I still had some sort of control over this whole thing. As he got even closer to his climax, I placed my hands against his powerful thrusting quads and pushed myself off, before grabbing hold of his cock and finishing him off to one side. He had no control over the situation as he kept thrusting his hips against my working hand, and soon ejaculated on the floor next to me, pleasure overpowering him and cum leaving his erect beast of a cock. I watched as spurt after spurt of white sperm oozed out of him and on the floor next to me, making sure none of the white liquid found its way to my dress. His satisfaction now secured, he put his hand in his small bag and pulled out my payment for the service. <<s Mark>>You know where you can find your next fix, bitch.<</s>> He announced as he put on his pants. //That was probably the naughtiest thing I have ever done...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "drug" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtodealer" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Move Away, I'm not swallowing." "Not strong<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Swallow, that's what a slut does.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<pickup $valentine "cumbreath" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>There was something undeniably hot about being overpowered in that way, about being brought to submit so fully and receive someone else's sperm inside one's mouth. And I leaned into it, allowing his controlling hand on the back of my head to push me further against his cock as he reached his climax, spurt after spurt of his ejaculate filling my mouth and sliding down my throat, as I played catch-up. My bobbing ceased. All that was left was my submission, my full naughty acceptance of his commanding control. And I loved it. His sperm was an acquired taste. And I acquired it fast as I struggled to keep it all in. There was no denying that what I was doing was probably the naughtiest thing I've ever done, but I was accepting it. His cock left my mouth with a pop, as he stuffed himself back inside his pants. <<s Mark>>You know where you can find your next fix, bitch.<</s>> The dealer said, handing me the small bag of cocaine. //Here was my payment for a job well done...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "drug" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtodealer" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<else>>I had my choice on whether or not I wanted to take him up on his offer, or make an offer of my own. <<if $open gte 25>><<link "Offer to pay with a blowjob">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A random thought crossed my mind. Maybe it was the whole premise of what I was about to do, buying drugs from a total stranger, or maybe it was because I felt like doing it... After all, the guy was shady and I was feeling frisky... <<s Author>>I'll blow you for it.<</s>> I tell him confidently. Looking me up and down, a smile slowly creeps on his face. <<s Mark>>Follow me.<</s>> He says, liking what I suggested and ready to make the best out of the situation. Walking for a bit to reach a secluded corner of the parking lot, between cars in the middle of the night, he stops and signs for me to drop to my knees in front of him. The whole erotic nature of the encounter, the naughtiness of what I'm about to do, creates a heat that spreads across my body. <<s Author>>What's your name?<</s>> I ask, not wanting that encounter to be with a complete stranger. //Was he going to be the first person I blow, a complete stranger who's selling me drugs?// <<s Mark>>Do you really need to know? I'm just a dealer you're sucking off for your fix. Now get to it.<</s>> Undeniably, there was something extremely humiliating about sucking off someone whose name you don't even know. And there was no denying that it was having its perverted effect on me. I took my place to my knees in front of him, ready to service him, as I looked up to him with doe eyes. <<if $subdom gte 5>>I kept eye contact as he removed his pants, lowering them with his underwear to reveal his growing black cock. Its girth and size slowly taking bigger shape, it slowly rose to attention, as I stared at it. <<s Mark>>Get to it, bitch.<</s>> He announced, challenging me to take it inside of my mouth. <<else>><<s Mark>>Take them off, bitch.<</s>> He ordered me, a commanding presence that pushed me to comply as I moved to take off his trousers, lowering them alongside his underwear. The magnificent girthy cock revealed slowly gained weight, as it grew in front of me, staring me back as I felt my mouth watering while looking at it. <<s Mark>>Get to it.<</s>> He commanded, and I jumped to the action.<</if>> Grabbing a hold of the cock in front of me, I started stroking it up and down, feeling it grow and take its beautiful powerful shape. <<s Mark>>Kiss it, make it your lover.<</s>> The dealer directed me, guiding me through this unique situation I was dealing with. I followed his voice, pursing my lips and giving the impressive penis a kiss, before wrapping my lips around the head. The head. Bulbous, invasive, masculine, spread my pouty lips as it explored my mouth, softly gliding against my tongue as it approached the back of my throat. <<picmid "valentine/dealer-bj.jpg">> I moved my tongue against it, feeling its musky scent invade my senses as I got accustomed to its size and shape, to the feeling of having it explore my cavity. To the feeling of being so submissive in front of such a commanding presence. I looked up, and my eyes caught his. <<if $looks gte 5>>He looked back at me, his eyes boring into my soul, as his dick twitched inside my mouth, distracting me. <<s Mark>>You look hot with my dick in your mouth.<</s>> He complimented me, a perverted comment that sent naughty shivers down my spine. <<else>>He stared back at me, his eyes drilling through to find my soul, his hand resting against my head. <<s Mark>>What a bitch.<</s>> His demeaning comment sent naughty shivers down my spine, nothing but a hole for his pleasure.<</if>> <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/jasmin-bj2.jpg">> And indeed, I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure, a toy that he got to play with and control however he wished, a naughty girl that was blowing someone off for her fix. His cock started gliding back and forth, a wave of emotions coursing through me as he started slowly moving his hips to bring himself pleasure, using me as an object to bring him pleasure. <<s Mark>>That's it. That's a good girl.<</s>> He started pushing me further, his cock now at full size and his sexual ministrations growing and taking stronger shape. <<s Mark>>Time to really pay for your drugs, you filthy addict.<</s>> I was not an addict. This would be the first time I'd ever try drugs. I just needed the energy. An energy that I was about to lose by sucking this stranger off, as he forced himself onto me, overpowering me. His cock started nudging the back of my throat, softly yet surely choking me in deliberate intervals, and I complied, holding my breath in these moments of intense activity. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/thomia-deep.jpg">> <<if $sexskill gte 10>>Thinking back on the porn films I'd seen while playing with myself, attempting my best to apply the learnings of the past years of self-exploration, I pushed myself beyond that choking motion, allowing for a deepthroat and further leaning into it. It was just an exercise, of a different kind. And it felt amazing to do that naughty work, as I bobbed my head up and down, taking a semblance of control over the situation... As much control as one can in these circumstances... The muffled sounds of my deepthroating had their desired effects on the stranger using my mouth, as my continuous sexual ministrations soon brought him close to the edge. <<else>>Despite my lack of sexual knowledge, I tried my best to service the person in front of me, offering him perverted satisfaction as his cock kept pushing my limits. The deepthroating was overpowering, invasive, and it made me create sounds that I never knew possible. This brought him great satisfaction, as from the corners of my teary eyes I could see his huge smile growing with each perverted sound that emanated from my throat. These perverted ministrations slowly but surely had their desired effect on him, bringing him close to the edge.<</if>> <<s Mark>>I'm about to cum. You better be ready!<</s>> He announced, ready to shoot his load in my throat, his hand against the back of my head, pushing me down on his impressive member. <div id="choices2"><<if $athletics gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Move away, I'm not swallowing.">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't allow for him to overpower me like that, I still had some sort of control over this whole thing. As he got even closer to his climax, I placed my hands against his powerful thrusting quads and pushed myself off, before grabbing hold of his cock and finishing him off to one side. He had no control over the situation as he kept thrusting his hips against my working hand, and soon ejaculated on the floor next to me, pleasure overpowering him and cum leaving his erect beast of a cock. I watched as spurt after spurt of white sperm oozed out of him and on the floor next to me, making sure none of the white liquid found its way to my dress. His satisfaction now secured, he put his hand in his small bag and pulled out my payment for the service. <<s Mark>>You know where you can find your next fix, bitch.<</s>> He announced as he put on his pants. //That was probably the naughtiest thing I have ever done...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "drug" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtodealer" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Move Away, I'm not swallowing." "Not strong<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Swallow, that's what a slut does.">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<pickup $valentine "cumbreath" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>There was something undeniably hot about being overpowered in taht way, about being brought to submit so fully and receive someone else's sperm inside one's mouth. And I leaned into it, allowing his controling hand on the back of my head to push me further against his cock as he reached his climax, sourt after spurt of his ejaculate filling my mouth and sliding down my throat, as I played catch-up. My bobbing ceased. All that was left was my submission, my full naughty acceptance of his commanding control. And I loved it. His sperm was an acquired taste. And I acquired it fast as I struggled to keep it all in. There was no denying that what I was doing was probably the naughtiest thing I've ever done, but I was accepting it. His cock left my mouth with a pop, as he stuffed himself back inside his pants. <<s Mark>>You know where you can find your next fix, bitch.<</s>> The dealer said, handing me the small bag of cocaine. //Here was my payment for a job well done...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "drug" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtodealer" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Offer to pay with a blowjob" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>><</if>> <<if $money gte 100>><<link "Offer to pay in cash">><<less "money" 100>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to compromise my values and offer him temporary satisfaction, I decided to simply pay him the money he is owed for such a deal. <<s Author>>How much will 100$ buy me?<</s>> I ask him straighforwardly, as he eyes up the bill I give him. <<s Mark>>About that much.<</s>> He discreetly passes me the stuff before sending me on my way. //Time to find me a bathroom to do my thing.// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><<pickup $valentine "drug" 1>><<pickup $valentine "talkedtodealer" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Offer money instead" "Don't have enough money">><</if>> <<link "Just leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>></div>

<img src='images/valentine/cocaine-energy.jpg' position='center' width='700em'> Here I was, inside of the bathroom, a line of the white powder lying in front of me, waiting to be snorted into my system. It was a line that I was crossing, white and watching me ponder whether I want to make that jump... But there was so much to do at this party, and it couldn't be done unless I gave myself some powder courage... <div id="choices"><<link "Do it">><<set $energy to 10>><<pickup $valentine "drugged" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>No going back now. I approach the substance, rolling the dollar bill as I've seen them do in films and series, and put my nose against it, sniffing the substance with a sharp intake. I immediately feel the rush to my head, as the drug starts taking its effect on me, synapses firing and haziness settling in. ''Let's get this party started!'' <<link "Leave bathroom" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hesitate">><<replace "#choices">>Taking a moment to take in what I was about to do, I hesitate to make that dangerous jump into a world of depravity and naughty play. My hesitation turns into thoughtfulness, which quickly switches into apprehension at what I was about to do. Taking my distance from the dangerous action I was about to engage in, I am startled by the entrance of someone into the toilets and cubicle next to me, as I hit the powder, making it fall on the floor. Wanting to separate myself from this whole thing, I rush out, leaving the dangerous powder behind. <<link "Leave bathroom" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>My friend <<light Samuel>> is here, hanging out with a female friend of his, putting the moves on her. <<s Samuel>>Hey girl! You're looking fine as hell!<</s>> The girl hits him on the shoulder for his comment. <<s Samuel>>Excuse me, I didn't introduce you two to one another. <<print $name>> this is Alicia, my date for the night. Alicia this is <<print $name>>, a good friend here at school.<</s>> His smug smile carries his sultry voice as he gets the moves on. <<if $valentine.has('ericdate')>><<s Samuel>>I've heard you're here on a date with Eric. How's that working out for you girl?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's going well. You might see him around.<</s>> I tell him, smiling to myself and doing my best to look confident. <<s Samuel>>If you were my date I wouldn't let you out of my sight.<</s>> He announced, gaining him a playful hit on the shoulder from his date. <<s Samuel>>You let me know if you ever need a real man, okay girl?<</s>> He says before turning his attention to his date, wanting to enjoy her company. <<elseif $valentine.has('evadate')>><<s Samuel>>I heard you're here on a date with Eva. How's that working out for you, girl?<</s>> <<s Author>>How did you know that? Noone knows.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Girl news travels fast. I saw you two walking arriving together, and the looks you give each other...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's nothing, it's a simple arrangement to make sure we don't get unwanted attention from boys.<</s>> I announce, gaining me a huge grin from the man in front of me, <<s Samuel>>Well in that case, let me know if you ever need a real man, okay girl?<</s>> He says before turning his attention to his date, enjoying her company and bait thrown at me.<<else>><<s Samuel>>So who are you here with?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm here alone. Single and ready to mingle.<</s>> I announce, smiling widely at him. <<s Samuel>>It's a shame honestly. A girl as sexy as you shouldn't be alone, it's dangerous out there.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can handle the attention myself, thank you very much.<</s>> I tell him with a smirk. <<s Samuel>>There is no doubt you can, girl.<</s>> He jests, eyeing me up. <<s Samuel>>You let me know if you ever need a real man, okay girl?<</s>> He says before turning his attention to his date, enjoying her company and bait thrown at me. <</if>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <<else>><<light Samuel>> sees me approaching, still enjoying his date's company. <<s Samuel>>Anything I can help you with?<</s>> He asks, with a wide smile on his face. <center><<if $valentine.has('InterrestedBekham')>><<link "Use him to make Bekham jealous" "Valentine Samuel Bekham Jealousy">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "SamuelHelped" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><</if>><<if $valentine.has('yaraproposalaccepted') and $valentine.count("YaraEvaScene") is 0>> | <<link "Use him to hit on Eva" "Valentine Samuel Yara Plan">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "SamuelHelped" 1>><</link>>❗<</if>><<if $valentine.has("Ericdenied")>> | <<link "I need a real man. Let's make Eric jealous." "Valentine Samuel Eric Jealousy">><<less "energy" 1>><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<pickup $valentine "SamuelHelped" 1>><</link>>❗<</if>> <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> </center><</if>></div>

<div id='continue'><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> There was no other option apparent to me on how to accomplish my goal and get what I needed from him. And I needed to make the best use of what I had. He was the solution to the <<light Bekham>> dilemma. <<s Author>>I need you to help me make someone jealous.<</s>> I announced, unabashedly, even in front of his girlfriend. <<s Samuel>>Oh that's interesting. Who's that guy that doesn't know what they're missing? Is it your date?<</s>> His curiosity peaked. <<s Author>>Bekham.<</s>> I lowered my voice just a bit. His date wasn't a student in our school after all. <<s Samuel>>I like the way you think, girl. Count me in.<</s>> His date was quick to interject and try to convince him against it, but he cut in: <<s Samuel>>It's a quick thing to help a friend in need. I'll be back.<</s>> He told her with a wink, before standing up to attention. <<s Samuel>>Come on, let's go in.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<light Samuel>> had a big smile on his face as he led me to the center of the stage, eager to get me to dance with him and even more eager for it to make someone jealous. He might be a means to an end, but he was attractive after all and I couldn't deny that... Our steps in tune with the music playing around us, we quickly got into the rhythm as our bodies moved in unison, complimenting each other and enjoying the beautiful vibes. <<s Samuel>>You might want to dance closer. That wouldn't make anyone jealous.<</s>> He announced with a sly smile, knowing he was right and knowing he had an opportunity to have my body against his. <img src='images/valentine/grinding-jj.jpg' width='60%'> And I didn't mind. Means to an end. I moved closer, our bodies now touching in more places than one as we writhed against each other, a sultry seductive and envious dance. I could feel him against my back, as my eyes drifted in a beautiful haze, feeling his powerful movements guiding mine. It didn't matter who he was, all that mattered was that it's a strong body against mine, and that I was building momentum that delectably placed me on edge... My eyes focus as I notice <<light Bekham>> looking at me, devouring me with his eyes. I remember the reason behind my wanton grinding. And I notice it has paid off, yet hear <<light Samuel>> whispering in my ear still. <<s Samuel>>Let's take this elsewhere, really make him jealous.<</s>> He says, his need obvious, yet disguised as a service to me. The suggestion is heavy in my mind, and the thought of what might be exciting me, I feel like I need to make a decision. <div id='choices'><<link "Bekham's jealous. Let's hook him up.">><<replace "#choices">>Here was my opportunity to take the reward for myself, and I couldn't miss it up. Still grinding, I maintain eye contact with my professor, whose obvious staring gives away his horny attitude and attention to my body. I smile, knowing the effect that I am having on him, and eager to see where it would take me. He is hooked. A small nod of his head tells me he wants me over. I oblige, leaving <<light Samuel>> behind as he silently curses his misfortune for losing me. <<s Author>>So, ready to take this elsewhere?<</s>> I ask him, forgetting the game but making sure we aren't heard. His eyebrows furrow. <<s Bekham>>Take this elsewhere? I don't think you can handle this.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am done playing. You know what you want, and you have the chance to take it.<</s>> I tell him, challenging him almost. He looked around, thinking. A decision is taken. <<s Bekham>>I'm going to put you in your place. Come.<</s>> Leaving me to follow, he walks with confidence out of the party, completely disregarding his post or rather handing it over without mentioning it. //Hook, line and sinker.// <<link "Go with him" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "BekhamHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "Samuel's attention is what I need.">><<pickup $valentine "SamuelHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Samuel>>'s hard body distracting me from my original plan, I close my eyes again and grind against him, our bodies engaging in a sultry dance that keeps us guessing on the other's intentions, of their game. And I was hooked, needing his attention, his strong demeanor, his hard body, to be grinding and playing against mine. And I wanted him all mine, pulling him away from this girl he brought to the party. I needed his focus, his body, his girthy member that I now felt grinding against me. <<s Author>>Let's go.<</s>> I tell him, eager to be taking the party elsewhere, somewhere more secluded. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel's attention is what I need." "Not close enough.">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">></div>

<div id='continue'><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> His weak demeanor and wimpy attitude made me hate my date even more than I thought I did, as I remembered how he asked me out. I needed to show him how a real man can simply get what he wants without stumbling over his words. I needed <<light Samuel>> to help me prove my point. I needed to put <<light Eric>> in his place, and I had just seen him go inside of the gymnasium again, his hurt face apparent. <<s Author>>I need you to help me make someone jealous.<</s>> I announced, unabashedly, even in front of his girlfriend. <<s Samuel>>Oh that's interesting. Who's that guy that doesn't know what they're missing? Is it your date?<</s>> His curiosity peaked. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I lowered my voice just a bit. His date wasn't a student in our school after all. <<s Samuel>>I like the way you think, girl. Count me in.<</s>> His date was quick to interject and try to convince him against it, but he cut in: <<s Samuel>>It's a quick thing to help a friend in need. I'll be back.<</s>> He told her with a wink, before standing up to attention. <<s Samuel>>Come on, let's go in.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<light Samuel>> had a big smile on his face as he led me to the center of the stage, eager to get me to dance with him and even more eager for it to make someone jealous. He might be a means to an end, but he was attractive after all and I couldn't deny that... Our steps in tune with the music playing around us, we quickly got into the rhythm as our bodies moved in unison, complimenting each other and enjoying the beautiful vibes. <<s Samuel>>You might want to dance closer. That wouldn't make anyone jealous.<</s>> He announced with a sly smile, knowing he was right and knowing he had an opportunity to have my body against his. <img src='images/valentine/grinding-jj.jpg' width='60%'> And I didn't mind. Means to an end. I moved closer, our bodies now touching in more places than one as we writhed against each other, a sultry seductive and envious dance. I could feel him against my back, as my eyes drifted in a beautiful haze, feeling his powerful movements guiding mine. It didn't matter who he was, all that mattered was that it's a strong body against mine, and that I was building momentum that delectably placed me on edge... My eyes focus as I notice <<light Eric>> looking at me with a stunned expression. As our eyes matched, he tried to hide his reaction, yet it remained apparent, and it had its intended effect. Time to take this to the next step. I remember the reason behind my wanton grinding. And I notice it has paid off, yet hear <<light Samuel>> whispering in my ear still. <<s Samuel>>Let's take this elsewhere, really make him jealous.<</s>> He says, his need obvious, yet disguised as a service to me. The suggestion is heavy in my mind, and the thought of what might be exciting me, I feel like I need to make a decision. <div id='choices'><<link "I've made my point, Eric's jealous.">><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to take it any further for the night, I allow myself to separate from my dance partner's body, turning towards him. <<s Author>>You have a date to go back to, but thanks for the service.<</s>> I tell him while looking him in the eyes, grateful for the help. His smirk still plastered on his face, he gives me a playful spank on my ass. <<s Samuel>>You're welcome, girl. You're always welcome for a taste of this chocolate.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "Samuel's attention is what I need.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "Eric" 1>><<pickup $valentine "SamuelHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<light Samuel>>'s hard body distracting me from my original plan, I close my eyes again and grind against him, our bodies engaging in a sultry dance that keeps us guessing on the other's intentions, of their game. And I was hooked, needing his attention, his strong demeanor, his hard body, to be grinding and playing against mine. And I wanted him all mine, pulling him away from this girl he brought to the party. I needed his focus, his body, his girthy member that I now felt grinding against me. <<s Author>>Let's go.<</s>> I tell him, eager to be taking the party elsewhere, somewhere more private. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Samuel's attention is what I need." "Not close enough.">><</if>></div>

<div id ='continue'><<pic Samuel>><</pic>>//Could he be the one to help us with <<light Yara>>'s plan?// Approaching my friend, I put on my best face as I made my request from him. <<s Author>>Sorry to be distracting you from your date again...<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Wanna take me up on my offer to get with a real man?<</s>> He asked, receiving yet another playful slap on the shoulder by his date. <<s Author>>Nothing of the sort. We just need you to hit on someone else. Make her feel better about herself.<</s>> There was no use telling him what exactly all of this was about, and I wanted to keep my options open. <<s Samuel>>Let me guess, Yara?<</s>> <<s Author>>What? No? Yara's the most confident girl out there!<</s>> I was startled. <<s Author>>It's Eva we're trying to get to.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Samuel>>I'm just pulling your leg girl. I'll do that for you, but then I have a date to come back to.<</s>> His date sighed and then agreed to the plan, allowing him to leave. <<s Samuel>>Let's get going.<</s>> He announced. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking inside to the loud noise surrounding the party, I grabbed <<light Samuel>> by the arm and stopped him for a bit. <<s Author>>Whatever happens, just go with the flow. Hit on her hard but slide back when you feel like you need to. It's all about empowering her.<</s>> I tell him, trying to be slightly cryptic about the plan without giving too much away. He flashed me his brightest smile before giving one last small speech: <<s Samuel>>Don't blame me if she throws herself at me and begs me to take her someplace else, I have a way with girls.<</s>> And with that, he was off to meet <<light Eva>> who was enjoying her time on the sidelines, watching people dance and overall just being her prettiest self. I watched from my position as he got close to her, thoughts swirling in my head. We had promised each other <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>>as dates <<else>><</if>>that we'd be there should specifically something like this happen, and yet here I was watching it happen from where I was, the main drive behind it happening... <<picmid "valentine/samuelevatalk.jpg">>I saw him move closer to her, with his arrogant smile still wide, talking to her. She looked up at him and gave him a shy smile, before looking away. I saw him looking at her, checking her out and obviously taking in her dress. He said something, she looked at him shocked. Looking around, I noticed that <<light Yara>> was ready to swoop in. <div id='choices'><<link "Watch what happens next.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine "YaraEvaScene" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I watched in rapt attention as the next minute passed, everything happening in slow motion and all too fast at the same time. <<light Eva>>, still stunned by <<light Samuel>>'s obviously forceful approach, found herself at a loss for words as she stammered and looked at him with wide eyes. And <<light Yara>> approached, a cunning fox seeing her opportunity to move in and get what she planned on having all along. She got there, and grabbed <<light Samuel>> by the shoulder, turning him around. She said something, something that made an effect on both the persons standing there, putting joy on <<light Eva>>'s face and confusion on <<light Samuel>>'s. And she led <<light Samuel>> away. More like shooed him, before turning her attention towards <<light Eva>>, talking to her. <<light Samuel>> approached my position, and spoke to me: <<s Samuel>>That bitch Yara got in between.<</s>> <<s Author>>That was the plan.<</s>> I told him, smiling at him. <<s Samuel>>Oh you sly one.<</s>> He thought for a short moment. <<s Samuel>>Damn that's a good plan. Does it actually work?<</s>> <<s Author>>See for yourself.<</s>> I said, pointing to my two friends, as <<light Yara>> hooked her hand behind the other's back and led her away, deeper into the school. <<s Samuel>>Tight. Might have to use that tactic someday.<</s>> He announced, before walking away. <<s Samuel>>You owe me one!<</s>> //I wonder if I could see where these two have gone...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>❗ <<if $subdom gte 5>><<link "Swoop in for the kill myself">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine "EvaHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A thought that had been playing in my head all along kept growing, and now it was prompting me to move, do something that I wouldn't think I'd even consider. Approaching my friend and the person hitting on her, I got there faster than the sly, calculating fox that is <<light Yara>>. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, Samuel, but aren't you here with someone?<</s>> I asked him, putting him on the spot. <<s Samuel>>The more the merrier, don't you think? Couldn't pass up on the chance to be with that sexy one here.<</s>> He blatantly said about my friend, hitting on her. <<s Author>>I'm sorry to say that that's my date you're hitting on. I'm sorry that yours left you behind for some other hunk probably, but Eva's mine.<</s>> I said, hooking my hand around her waist and pulling her closer. She let out a small wimp, blushing at what was happening. <<if $valentine.has('evanodate')>>She wasn't actually my date, but doesn't hurt to bend the truth, right?<</if>> I looked at <<light Samuel>>, and gave a small look asking him to leave. He smiled gracefully and spoke, before walking away. <<s Samuel>>I'm sorry to have been a bother, ladies. Don't hesitate to talk to me should you need me.<</s>> Him dealt with, I saw <<light Yara>> still standing at a distance. I couldn't chance her taking my date away any longer. <<s Author>>Wanna get out of here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yes. Please.<</s>> I could feel her falling for <<light Yara>>'s plan. This was going to be fun. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<else>><<dark "Swoop in for the kill myself" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 3>><<link "Get closer to the action">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine "YaraEvaHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to hear what was happening, witness the seduction or the plan forming up, so despite my better judgment, I got closer to the action as <<light Yara>> interjected on the public seduction: <<s Yara>>Hey Samuel, are you so desperate for a threesome that you'd leave your date behind and hit on Eva so blatantly?<</s>> She raised her voice, catching the attention of people nearby, and causing her friend to blush. <<s Samuel>>I wouldn't mind that threesome to be with you two!<</s>> He countered, still in seduction mode. <<s Author>>How about we make it a foursome, since we're dreaming?<</s>> I asked, joining in on the ridicule and helping <<light Yara>> with her plan. <<light Eva>> felt empowered. <<s Eva>>Maybe then we could all "get out of our beautiful dresses and into your bed."<</s>> She said, obviously alluding to whatever he told her earlier. We laughed as <<light Samuel>> stuttered. <<s Samuel>>That's... Irrelevant.<</s>> He turned to leave, before whispering me a quick <<s Samuel>>You're welcome.<</s>> I joined <<light Yara>> who had hooked her hand around <<light Eva>>'s shoulder. <<s Yara>>Are you okay? Wanna go someplace quiet?<</s>> She whispered to her, putting her finishing touches on her moves. <<s Eva>>Yes..<</s>> She still was shaken by what had happened, but agreed to the move. <<light Yara>> smiled, signing me to move with them, headed for the lockers deeper inside of school. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event by joining them">><<else>><<dark "Get closer to the action" "Not bisexual enough">><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "valentine/car-parked.jpg" "A naughty sexcapade">> *Honk* A soft honk alarmed me to what was happening in the nearby parking lot, and I felt compelled to investigate the sound as I slowly approached its source, eager to see what it was about. A car, parked in seclusion, was softly creeking, as I saw it bob back and forth. There was naughtiness at hand, and I was curious to find out more... I got low and started moving closer, hiding myself behind other cars as I tried to get closer to the moving vehicle. //Damn his thrusts are strong!// The stray thought coursed through my head, as I moved to the car adjacent to theirs, hidden from their view. I had to look. I had to see the action. I peeked over the hood of my hiding car, observing the couple inside. <<picmid "valentine/car-couple.jpg">> I didn't recognize them. There was nothing that tied me to them. And yet I was now part of this naughty adventure, as I watched the two lovers engage in their sexual game, grinding against each other and thrusting in their heated car. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His forceful love-making was filled with vigor, passion, as their kisses carried their moan, their intertwined mouths battling against each other as they fought for power, neither really winning. Or rather, both doing so. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My hand drifted on its own to the inside of my underwear, exploring my folds and matching the movement of the masculine figure in front of me. Their sexual game was now mine, as I played along, imagining myself inside of the car with them, playing the naughty scene in front of me as an active participant. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Here I was, just as public as these two, fiddling with myself in the open February air, chasing a sentiment that I have yet to feel. A naughty observer that might be observed herself, playing with her body in front of anyone to see... <<picmid "valentine/car-couple2.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Look around to make sure noone sees me">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">>Thrust. Thrus- I moved my eyes away, having an odd sentiment that I was being observed myself, as I looked around frantically, searching for naughty eyes that were watching me playing with myself. I saw no one. A loud moan emanating from the car told me that his thrusts brought her to a climax, as I turned to see her legs shaking in obvious pleasure. //Fuck I missed it.// My inner thoughts halted as he joined her in finding satisfaction, moaning himself as he moved his head away. //Better leave before they catch me... And find some relief of my own...// I reluctantly pried myself away from my observant position, heading back to the quad. <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "To hell with people. I need release.">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Not caring about any prying eyes, about being observed or people watching my perverted actions, I continued my fiddling in unison with the sexual couple I was perving on, eager to reach the satisfying conclusion I was hoping to reach. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. <<picmid "valentine/fingering.jpg">> <<s stranger>>I'm close<</s>> Her voice rang in my head, as I nodded along. //So was I// As her climax reached her, her moans rising and breaking the silence around us, I felt myself stifling my moans in unison, reaching a climax of my own. The naughtiness of the whole scene got me going just as hard, as I felt the heat spreading across my body, watching the final moments of their love-making as he joined her in her climax. //What a scene.// Catching my breath, I slowly take stock of my surroundings, and notice the naughty location where I played my public game. //Better leave before anyone catches me...// I reluctantly pried myself away from my observant position, heading back to the quad. <<link "Go Back" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> <center><<light Eric>> is hanging out here. If I have something to do with him, I might want to approach him. <<if $valentine.has('ericdatedefend')>><<link "Thank him for keeping me safe." "Valentine Eric Hangout">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "ericdateproposed" 1>><</link>>❗<br><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Needs to be my date and having danced.">><</if>><<if $valentine.has('ericdateproposed') and $ericevent gte 3>><<link "Leave the party with him" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "EricHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">>.<br><<else>><<dark "Locked option" "Needs to be my date, having danced, and passed friendship milestone 30 earlier.">><</if>><<if $valentine.has('yaraproposalaccepted') and $valentine.count("EricYaraProposal") is 0>><<link "Ask for his help in Yara's plan" "Valentine Eric Yara Plan">><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "EricYaraProposal" 1>><</link>>❗<br><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Agree to help Yara and you can ask Eric for help">><</if>><<if $valentine.count("EricConvo") is 0>><<link "Talk to him!" "Valentine Eric Normal Convo">><<pickup $valentine "EricConvo" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><<add "Eric" 3>><</link>>❗<<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "We already talked.">><</if>> <<link "Go back" "Valentine Quad">><</link>></center>

<center><<pic Eric>><</pic>></center>My date was here, taking a breather and enjoying the fresh air. <<s Author>>Thanks for saving me from that weirdo back there, that was really kind of you.<</s>> I approached him, putting my arm around him to share the heat. <<s Eric>>Oh don't mention it, it was the least I could do.<</s>> <<s Author>>The balls on that guy, being so bold in his approach!<</s>> I was legitimately furious at what had happened. <<s Eric>>You do like big romantic gestures, don't you?<</s>> My date teased me, tongue pulled out. I pinched his side. <<s Author>>That was different. You're not creepy like him.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Is that why you're here with me in the dark?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, you're not dangerous.<</s>> I leaned into him. There was a small silence as we enjoyed each other's company and the relative calm of the outdoors. <<s Eric>>That party is boring.<</s>> <<s Author>>I really expected more from it, what with all the hype and everything...<</s>> I agreed. <<s Eric>>I know that might be a line I'm crossing... But I was hoping maybe you'd like to go someplace else? Somewhere we can be alone?<</s>> His voice was cracking as he expectantly looked at me, hoping I'd agree to his suggestion. It was a boyish charm, a soft request that worried to step on toes or offend. I didn't quite know if I wanted to agree to his request or deny him... <div id="choices"><<if $ericevent gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Let's get out of here" "Valentine After Party">><<add "Eric" 5>><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "EricHookup" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<else>><<dark "Let's get out of here" "Friendship milestone below 30">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Maybe later">><<pickup $valentine "ericdateproposed" 1>><<add "Eric" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I was open to the option, and wanted him to know I was seriously considering it. <<s Author>>I still need to do a few things here before we leave, but I'm definitely interested.<</s>> I told him, not wanting to let him down. <<s Eric>>I understand. The party might be boring but our friends aren't.<</s>> He smiled at me. <<s Author>>I'll see you later then.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Can't wait.<</s>> He said, hopeful. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'll think about it">><<pickup $valentine "ericdateproposed" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The suggestion came almost out of nowhere, and I wasn't ready to commit just yet to such a thing. <<s Author>>You know the party is not that bad...<</s>> I said, hoping to let him down easy. <<s Eric>>Oh no it isn't.. I just... We don't have to leave now...<</s>> He backtracked. //Typical <<light Eric>>.// <<s Author>>Tell you what, I'll think about it and get back to you. Maybe the party will get boring enough.<</s>> I said, wanting to let him down easily. <<s Eric>>Alright sure. I'll be hanging around.<</s>> He said, hopeful. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Deny his request">><<pickup $valentine "ericdenied" 1>><<less "Eric" 3>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>The idea of leaving the party with someone like <<light Eric>> didn't really appeal to me, and despite having made it here with him I had to make it known. <<s Author>>Honestly, I am not that interested in such a thing... Not with you yet at least.<</s>> I hoped what I said wouldn't have been so harsh, yet the truth had to be said. <<s Author>>It's just that there is still stuff to do here and the whole romantic soft thing is not really my type and... I just don't think this would work out for us...<</s>> I said, explaining my thought process. <<s Eric>>Yeh no sure, I understand. You're right. I just thought...<</s>> He let his words linger. Silence. Awkward silence. <<s Author>>Well. Gotta go bye.<</s>> I took my leave, wanting to separate from the wimp as softly as I could. <<s Eric>>Yeah bye.<</s>> //What a softie... I need a real man.// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<if $valentine.has("ericdate")>>I approached my date of the evening, the handsome <<light Eric>>, as he smiled wide, happy to see me arrive at the party. <<s Eric>>That dress is phenomenal.<</s>> He complimented me, taking in the curves of the dres.. <<s Author>>You're not so bad looking yourself!<</s>> I complimented him back, smiling. His smiled grew. <<s Eric>>I'm just happy to be with the prettiest lady here.<</s>> He hooked his hand around my waist, unsually confident. I liked this <<light Eric>>, one that does not hesitate to show this comfort. And all it took was being his valentine date! <<s Eric>>Did you go in yet?<</s>> He asked, before continuing. <<s Eric>>The dance floor seems like a lot of fun!<</s>> <<s Author>> Oh really? Then maybe I'll find you there!<</s>> I teased. <<s Eric>>I'll show you my moves!<</s>> //The next logical step for our evening would be to visit the dance floor, maybe dance once or twice!// <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <<else>><<if $valentine.has("ericnodate")>>The man who I turned down, humiliating him in front of the whole school, saw me approaching, and wasn't too thrilled to be talking to me. We were still friends, but seeing him here, at the event to which he invited me, might be a bit much. <<s Author>>Heya Eric. How's it going?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Same old, same old. Just here with my date.<</s>> He said, hooking his hand around free air, showing that he didn't have anyone to call a date. It was an attempt at humor, but it might have been a bit too self-flagulating. <<s Author>>Sounds like she's having a blast!<</s>> I said, trying to continue with his line of humor. He chuckled, but there was still some sadness in his eyes. Did part of me lead him on somehow before he asked me out so publicly?<<else>>My friend was here all alone, as expected from someone with his level of charisma. We were still friends, but one kind of expects him not to find a date... <<s Author>>Heya there! How's it going?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Same old, same old. Just here with my date.<</s>> He said, hooking his hand around free air, proving that he didn't have anyone to call a date. It was an attempt at humor, but it might have been a bit too self-flagulating. <<s Author>>Sounds like she's having a blast!<</s>> I said, trying to continue with his line of humor. He chuckled at my joke, smiling as he took me in. <<s Eric>>You look great by the way!<</s>> <<s Author>>Thank you Eric, that's kind of you.<</s>> There was a momentary silence, but the awkwardness was creeping in.<</if>> <div id='choices'><<link "I hope you end the night with her! You two look cute!">><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at the situation he's found himself in. His date is no one, and the way he looked at me was cute... <<s Author>>I hope you end the night with her! You two look cute!<</s>> I said to him, before continuing. <<s Author>>I'm sure you'll have great chemistry in bed.<</s>> Oh <<light Eric>> would definitely have great chemistry with his bare hand in the bed tonight, thinking of other people enjoying their valentine evening... And that made me laught to myself for a bit. <<s Eric>>Thanks <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said dryly, not appreciating the joke I made. Does it matter what he thinks? He's ending his night alone with his fist as company. <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $valentine.has("ericnodate")>><<link "I'm sorry I couldn't come with you, maybe I'll make it up?">><<drop $valentine "ericnodate" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt bad for the way things ended between us, and although I did send a message to him to show the way I felt, I still felt compelled to address it. <<s Author>>Hey by the way, I'm sorry about the way things ended up between us.<</s>> I adressed the elephant in the room, and his tense demeanor shifted. He was greateful I had addressed the issue at hand. <<s Eric>>Hey it's okay. If anything, I am mad at myself for not being mindful about the circumstances. Should've done it in private.<</s>> He said. I smiled at him. Not only was he being considerate, he also took into account the way I thought and felt about things. I had mentioned it all to him, and he had taken it into account. <<s Author>>The night is young, who knows what else it'll bring.<</s>> <<s Eric>>You're right. My date is being boring anyway.<</s>> He joked one last time. <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<if $valentine.count("evadate") is 0>><<link "How about you ditch her and consider me your date instead?">><<pickup $valentine "ericdate" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled at the man in front of me. He hadn't tried anything earlier, and I wanted to have some fun. <<s Author>>Your date sounds boring, Eric.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>How about you ditch her and consider me your date instead?<</s>> His face shifted into a wide smile at the realization of the opportunity that presented itself to him. He simply nodded. <<s Eric>>I'd love that!<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Author>>See you on the dance floor big guy!<</s>> I said to him, already moving away. <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Maybe we can have a double date sometime, you two and us two.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to continue with the joke we had established. <<s Author>>Maybe we can go on a double date sometime, you two and us two!<</s>> I said, smiling. <<light Eric>> looked at me confused. <<s Eric>>You have a date?<</s>> He asked. I hooked my arm around the air next to me. <<s Author>>You're acting as if you don't see Edgar!<</s>> I said, faking an offended face. He laughed hard at the joke. <<s Eric>>Oh! Didn't know we were dating siblings!<</s>> He quipped. //What a nerd.// <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</if>>

<div id='continue'><<pic Eric>><</pic>> I approached my friend, hoping he'll be able to help with <<light Yara>>'s plan for <<light Eva>>, still unsure whether I'd use this plan to my advantage or repurpose it otherwise. For now, I still needed a man to help and hopefully <<light Eric>> would be that. <<s Author>>Hey Eric. I need your help with something.<</s>> He turned towards me, ready to listen to my request. <<s Author>>I need you to hit on Eva for me. Something small, and it'll end quickly.<</s>> He raised an eyebrow. <<s Eric>>You need me to hit on Eva? What kind of request is that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous for you. You'll just have to go with te flow.<</s>>I said to him. <<if $valentine.has("ericnodate")>>My friend's listening face shifted into a frowning one. It didn't seem like I had him on my side. <<s Eric>>Honestly, <<print $name>>, first you turn me down and now you ask me for some plan involving Eva? It's really weird.<</s>> I saw and understood the optics of what he was asking, but didn't know how to deal with it... <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I figured...<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm the one that's sorry. I can't do it.<</s>> He announced, stern. //Looks like I'll have to see for options elsewhere... Maybe <<light Samuel>> can do something about this, if I can convince him to leave his date.// <<link "Move along" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><<else>><<s Author>>Please?<</s>> I made him a pouty face, which immediately helped him soften. <<s Eric>>How can I say no to that face?<</s>> He said, <<s Eric>>Are you sure it won't be anything dangerous?<</s>> He continued. <<s Author>>Yes, yes! Don't worry. Come on, come with me.<</s>> I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, ready to set the plan in motion. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Walking inside to the loud noise surrounding the party, I grabbed <<light Eric>> by the arm and stopped him for a bit. <<s Author>>Whatever happens, just go with the flow. Hit on her hard but slide back when you feel like you need to. It's all about empowering her.<</s>> I tell him, trying to instill some confidence in him without giving too much away. He flashed me a hopeful smile before giving one last small speech: <<s Samuel>>God knows what you're up to... I won't let you down.<</s>> And with that, he was off to meet <<light Eva>> who was enjoying her time on the sidelines, watching people dance and overall just being her prettiest self. I watched from my position as he got close to her, thoughts swirling in my head. We had promised each other <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>>as dates <<else>><</if>>that we'd be there should specifically something like this happen, and yet here I was watching it happen from where I was, the main drive behind it happening... I saw him move closer to her, putting on a smile to talk to her. <<picmid "valentine/ericevatalk.jpg">>She looked at him and gave him a small smile, before looking away. <<light Eric>> is a friend, yet now he was hitting on her. I saw him looking at her, checking her out and obviously taking in her dress. He said something,, maybe a bit too far, and she looked at him shocked. Looking around, I noticed that <<light Yara>> was ready to swoop in. <div id='choices'><<link "Watch what happens next.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine "YaraEvaScene" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I watched in rapt attention as the next minute passed, everything happening in slow motion and all too fast at the same time. <<light Eva>>, still stunned by <<light Eric>>'s obviously forceful and unusual approach, found herself at a loss for words as she stammered and looked at him with wide eyes. And <<light Yara>> approached, a cunning fox seeing her opportunity to move in and get what she planned on having all along. She got there, and grabbed <<light Eric>> by the shoulder, turning him around. She said something, something that made an effect on both the persons standing there, putting joy on <<light Eva>>'s face and absolute confusion on <<light Eric>>'s. And she led <<light Eric>> away. More like shooed him, before turning her attention towards <<light Eva>>, talking to her. <<light Eric>> approached my position, and spoke to me: <<s Eric>>I don't understand... Yara just went in.<</s>> <<s Author>>That was the plan.<</s>> I told him, smiling at him. <<s Eric>>Oh... Oh!<</s>> He thought for a short moment. <<s Samuel>>That's a weird plan... Does it actually work?<</s>> <<s Author>>See for yourself.<</s>> I said, pointing to my two friends, as <<light Yara>> hooked her hand behind the other's back and led her away, deeper into the school. <<s Eric>>Woah...<</s>> He remained thoughtful for a moment. <<s Eric>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Author>>What about me?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Eric>>Without your friends, what will you do?<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know... Roam about.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Well I'll be outside if you need me!<</s>> //I wonder if I could see where these two have gone...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>>❗ <<if $subdom gte 5 and $evaevent gte 3>><<link "Swoop in for the kill myself">><<less "Yara" 3>><<add "Eva" 3>><<pickup $valentine "EvaHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">>A thought that had been playing in my head all along kept growing, and now it was prompting me to move, do something that I wouldn't think I'd even consider. Approaching my friend and the person hitting on her, I got there faster than the sly, calculating fox that is <<light Yara>>. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, Eric, but aren't you here with someone?<</s>> I asked him, putting him on the spot. <<s Eric>>I... not really.<</s>> He hesitate, unsure of what the plan is. <<s Author>>I'm sorry to say that that's my date you're hitting on. I'm sorry that yours left you behind for some other hunk probably, but Eva's mine.<</s>> I said, hooking my hand around her waist and pulling her closer. She let out a small wimp, blushing at what was happening. <<if $valentine.has('evanodate')>>She wasn't actually my date, but doesn't hurt to bend the truth, right?<</if>> I looked at <<light Eric>>, and gave a small look asking him to leave. He gulped for a moment. <<s Eric>>I... I'm sorry to have been a bother. I'll just...<</s>> He spoke, before walking away. Him dealt with, I saw <<light Yara>> still standing at a distance. I couldn't chance her taking my date away any longer. <<s Author>>Wanna get out of here?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yes. Please.<</s>> I could feel her falling for <<light Yara>>'s plan. This was going to be fun. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">><<else>><<dark "Swoop in for the kill myself" "Not dominant or close enough">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 3 and $yaraevent gte 3 and $evaevent gte 3>><<link "Get closer to the action">><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "Eva" 3>><<pickup $valentine "YaraEvaHookup" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to hear what was happening, witness the seduction or the plan forming up, so despite my better judgment, I got closer to the action as <<light Yara>> interjected on the public seduction: <<s Yara>>Hey Eric, are you so desperate for a date that you'd hit on Eva so blatantly?<</s>> She raised her voice, catching the attention of people nearby, and causing her friend to blush. <<s Eric>>I... What? She is pretty...<</s>> He countered, trying to remain in seduction mode yet feeling the eyes on him. <<s Author>>How about we make it a foursome, since we're dreaming?<</s>> I asked, joining in on the ridicule and helping <<light Yara>> with her plan. <<light Eva>> felt empowered. <<s Eva>>Maybe then we could all "get out of our beautiful dresses and into your bed."<</s>> She said, obviously alluding to whatever he told her earlier. We laughed as <<light Eric>> stuttered. <<s Eric>>That's... Irrelevant.<</s>> He turned to leave, before whispering me a quick <<s Eric>>What the fuck?<</s>> I joined <<light Yara>> who had hooked her hand around <<light Eva>>'s shoulder. <<s Yara>>Are you okay? Wanna go someplace quiet?<</s>> She whispered to her, putting her finishing touches on her moves. <<s Eva>>Yes..<</s>> She still was shaken by what had happened, but agreed to the move. <<light Yara>> smiled, signing me to move with them, headed for the lockers deeper inside of school. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event by joining them">><<else>><<dark "Get closer to the action" "Not bisexual or close enough">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

<center><<pic Yara>><</pic>></center><div id="continue"><<if $valentine.has('checkered dress')>><<s Yara>>I see you dressed her up in the sexiest stuff out there!<</s>><<elseif $valentine.has('frenchie dress')>><<s Yara>>Not a bad dress choice for Eva!<</s>><<else>><<s Yara>>I was hoping you'd make a better dress choice for our friend.<</s>><</if>> Was <<light Yara>>'s first comment as I joined her. //Quick to judge that one!// <<s Author>>You don't look so bad yourself!<</s>> I replied, commenting on her beautiful attire. She did a twirl for me. <<s Yara>>How's that party treating you?<</s>> She asked me, flashing her winning smile <<s Author>>I just got here, not much to do is there?<</s>> I commented. <<s Yara>>Yeah. Unless you found some way to distract Bekham from his post.<</s>> I smiled for a bit. <<s Yara>>I need your help.<</s>> She lowered her voice. <<s Yara>>Come.<</s>> Grabbing my hand without asking, she dragged me outside to the quad, a calmer location where we could have a serious talk. <<link "Go outside">><<replace "#continue">>There was no doubt that her deal involved <<light Eva>>. And there was no doubt that she brought me here to talk about that. <<s Yara>>It's about Eva.<</s>> //You don't say?// <<s Yara>>She looks amazing, and I need her to be my date for the evening.<</s>> She was being quite blunt. I wondered if she had spiked the drink she was nursing, although I couldn't smell alcohol on her breath. <<if $valentine.has('evadate')>><<s Author>>But she is my date.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That's only a deal to push away the creeps, isn't it?<</s>> <<else>><<s Author>>I'm not sure she'd be interested in that...<</s>> I said, doubting her intentions.<</if>> <<s Author>>Regardless, how do you plan on doing that?<</s>> She had a plan, she always does. <<s Yara>>How about we show her I can care for her? She's smart enough to know what's better for her.<</s>> She says, and I wasn't sure whether or not she meant that <<light Eva>> would be dumb enough to fall for it or actually smart enough to appreciate what she was trying to do. <<s Yara>>That's why I need to get someone to hit on her, disgustingly. And I'll swoop in and save the day.<</s>> Her plan was basic, but might just work. <<s Author>>And where do I come in?<</s>> <<s Yara>>You're the one that sets it in motion... And I don't want you interfering and getting all the credit yourself.<</s>> She said, laughing. //That's a good idea though.... <<light Eva>> sure was a prize...// <div id='choices'><<link "Accept her proposal">><<add "Yara" 1>><<pickup $valentine "yaraproposalaccepted" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't deny the help, and after all, saying I'll do something isn't the same as actually doing it. I still had a lot to do to set this plan into motion, but at least she had the steps ready for me. <<s Yara>>You're in? Great! Now all we need to do is to find someone to "hit on her" and everything will be set in motion.<</s>> She smiled. <<s Yara>>I'll be on the lookout as soon as you get this person to do their thing and swoop in for the kill.<</s>> I now had to find said person to help with the plan. I wonder if <<light Julio>> or <<light Eric>> could help? <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5>><<dark "Deny her proposal" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough.<br>I can always not follow through with the plan<br>and end my night otherwise.">><<else>><<link "Deny her proposal">><<less "Yara" 1>><<pickup $valentine "yaraproposaldenied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I honestly didn't feel like playing her convoluted games, and let it be known I won't be toyed with the way she might want me to. <<s Author>>Honestly Yara I'm not interested in any of this. I have other things to do at this party than hook people up with each other.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Damn <<print $name>> where did this come from? I just asked for help.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm sorry but that's it for me. I'll see you around.<</s>> Moving away from my friend, I knew this would impact our friendship but didn't care for it. Tonight was about me, not some meaningless ploy to get into someone's pants. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 3 and $subdom gte -7>><<link "Why not make your moves on me?">><<add "Yara" 1>><<pickup $valentine "yaracounterproposal" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt bad to see <<light Yara>> put in all that effort to get along with <<light Eva>>, and wanted it to be known that she was looking at the wrong person. <<s Author>>Why is it always about Eva? Why not try your luck with me?<</s>> I asked, an honest request. <<light Yara>> was confused at my proposal, before it clicked in her head what I meant. <<s Yara>>You?<</s>> <<s Author>>Why not. You're attractive and so am I. I think it'd be great.<</s>> I said confidently. Her face lit up with a cute, soft smile. <<s Yara>>I never figured you to be an option.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're so focused on corrupting Eva.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Corrupting her can take a break.<</s>> She thought for a short moment, before continuing: <<s Yara>>You make sure we have access to the lockers, and I'll teach you a thing or two.<</s>> <<s Author>>Teach me? About what?<</s>> <<s Yara>>About your body.<</s>> She moved away, allowing her last words to rest in my mind. I had to make sure that we could make it to the lockers. I wonder what awaits me at <<light Yara>>'s athletic hands... <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "an option is missing because our stats do not match it" "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'> above 3 & <img src='images/icons/dom.png'> above -7">><</if>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pic Eva>><</pic>></center> Taking my seat next to <<light Eva>> on the bench she was resting on, I nudged her side in a friendly manner. <<s Author>>You good?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Great. Tonight's going great.<</s>> She's looking up at the stars, taking in the natural beauty of the place. <<s Author>>I'm lucky to have you as my date.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I have no idea how everyone found out... But I've been left alone so far, which is great.<</s>> She shared with me. <<s Author>>I know it makes you feel weird whenever people give you too much attention.<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's not about attention... It's about these pervs imagining that they are owed something more if I reply to them.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're too pretty for normal, honest interaction.<</s>> I point out. <<s Eva>>Yeah thanks. I just wish that they'd take the time to get to know me first, you know. I'm not simply a pretty body.<</s>> She said, emotive. <<s Author>>I get you. It's annoying for sure.<</s>> The calm of the night surrounding us, broken in intervals by the party raging inside, carried with it a sense of comfort. We basked in it for a moment. <<s Eva>>What about you? Any odd suitor?<</s>> <<s Author>>Other than the charming guy who was trying to undress me in the middle of the dance floor, no.<</s>> <<s Eva>>What an ass!<</s>> She emoted, remembering him. I laughed. <<s Author>>Thanks for saving me.<</s>> <<s Eva>>That was my promise with this date, wasn't it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Was it the only reason for this date?<</s>> I asked, hopefully looking at her and waiting for her reaction. She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine. <<if $valentine.has('drugged')>>She saw the red in my eyes. //Shit. The drugs.// <<s Eva>>Is everything okay? Your eyes are red...<</s>> Came her caring comment. I didn't think about the visible effect they would have on me. I didn't think about what it meant to her. I had to do something. <div id='lie'><<if $smarts gte 35>><<link "Lie to her: I'm tired.">><<replace "#lie">>Immediately thinking of a reason for my bloodshot eyes, I spoke: <<s Author>>It's been a long day.<</s>> I said with confidence. She bought the lie. <<s Eva>>Well maybe we could head in for the night... Distancing creeps wasn't the only reason you're my date after all...<</s>>She allowed her voice to linger, her words suspended in the air. <<s Author>>If we meet again here, it will be more.<</s>> I made her the promise, allowing me to stay at the party for a bit more before heading out with my date. <<s Eva>>Count me in.<</s>> She was smiling, happy like I was about this turn of events. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Try to lie about the reason.">><<drop $valentine "evadate" 1>><<drop $valentine "evatalk" 1>><<pickup $valentine "evaknows" 1>><<replace "#lie">>I attempted to find a reason for what I had, looking away as I thought. <<s Author>>Oh it's nothing. Just tired and...<</s>> I saw the dealer standing there, talking to someone and passing him his stuff. Her eyes caught him too. <<s Eva>>I can't believe this.<</s>> That was her only reaction, leaving me high and dry. //Shit. I fucked up.// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>><<dark "Smarts Check" "Needs to be higher than 35">></div> <<else>><<s Eva>>It can be more...<</s>> She allowed her voice to linger, her words suspended in the air. <<s Author>>If we meet again here, it will be more.<</s>> I made her the promise, allowing me to stay at the party for a bit more before heading out with my date. <<s Eva>>Count me in.<</s>> She was smiling, happy like I was about this turn of events. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> My friend hung out here, and another that meant a lot to the both of us was deep inside of school, feeling lonely. There must be a way to resolve both issues. <<s Author>>Hey Eva... I think I might need your help with something...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Sure, I'm ready to help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Turns out you're not the only one anxious about this whole valentine event thing.<</s>> I said. She looked at me intently, then came to a realization. <<s Eva>>Where's Leo?<</s>> She asked. My friend was intuitive. <<s Author>>He's in the school toilets. I'm trying to find a way to raise his spirits.<</s>> I explained to her. <<s Eva>>Well the best way I know how is to go home and just hang out, the three of us.<</s>> She suggested instead. <<s Author>>Wouldn't your parents get mad?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Honey there's a reason I'm here tonight and not stuck at home. They're not there.<</s>> I thought about it. Turning this into a private party wouldn't be a bad idea... <<s Eva>>It's really up to you, but I wouldn't mind taking my date and her boyfriend away from all this crazy happening.<</s>> She said, reassuring me. Seems like I have a new option to help my friend out. And an opportunity to get <<light Eva>> away from all predatory glances... //Do I feel close enough to the both of them to take them away?// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>>

<<pichead "valentine/fingering.jpg" "A naughty game">> The naughtiness of it all, the thrill to be potentially caught in such a compromising place, the erotic setting of a place where I've seen so many of my friends at their most vulnerable. Where I was now at my most vulnerable, legs spread as I am seated on the bench. Panties to the side and fingers exploring, invading, searching for a beautiful treasure that my moans were encouraging them to find. The thrill of this public debauchery filled my mind, heated my body, and was pushing me beyond normal levels of arousal. There was nothing more thrilling than the thought that I might get caught, than the evil humiliation that I was pushing myself towards should I take too long or should I moan too loud... I wanted to moan louder. To gasp stronger. To emote more and have people know I was there. There was a growing need, one that my finger was racing to quench. A heat that was rising through me and was making me hate the dress I was wearing. There were a lot of nerves on edge, demanding attention, calling for my other hand to explore them, imploring me to ignore the situation I found myself in and give in... Give in to the naughty feelings... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 35>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Take off my clothes. My nipples need playing with.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><<replace "#choices">>I had to listen to my body, to its needs, to its calls. Standing up quickly, I removed all the clothes I was wearing, throwing my dress to the (thankfully clean) floor, and stripping away my panties. Game on. I continued my exploration, now unobstructed, of my body, allowing my fingers to drift across it and find its curves and edges. There was an undeniable joy in this perverted exploration, so vulnerable, sexual, and open, a thrill in risking the humiliation of discovery, of being found out in this compromising situation. I felt the heat rising through me, bubbling at the surface as I pinched my nipples and spread my legs to be explored by my adventuring hand, who kept going at my snatch, fingering it with fervor. There it was... Close, just out of grasp... //What if <<light Bekham>> came in and found me now?// That final perverted thought threw me over the edge, pushing me to a loud, passionate orgasm as I couldn't stifle the moans that rose and fired out of my mouth. The electricity maintained, my body shaking and stretching in agonizing relief, my legs shaking uncontrollably, hitting the wooden bench with fervor. The heat was intense, my body on fire from all the beautiful ministrations I subjected it to, a soft layer of sweat covering it, glistening in the soft locker room light. //That was amazing. Why is public stuff so absolutely naughty and attractive?// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Lockers">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Take off my clothes" "Not Open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Keep going, I am close...">><<set $arousal to 0>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My exploration continued despite the heat rising through me, imploring me to take off my clothes and bear myself to anyone to see. My fingers pushed the panties further aside, wanting to explore my fiery snatch even more, pushing inside in perverted public exploration and self-abuse. The feelings were intense, the nerves were firing their signals, warning me of a rising wave, of an approaching doom, of an uncontrollable urge to let go and succumb to the feelings rising through me, of the naughty need to simply let go and find that breaking point and cross it. There it was... Close, just out of grasp... //What if <<light Bekham>> came in and found me now?// That final perverted thought threw me over the edge, pushing me to a loud, passionate orgasm as I couldn't stifle the moans that rose and fired out of my mouth. The intense emotions came crashing like a wave that couldn't be held back any longer, demanding a satisfying conclusion and writhing it out of my complying hands. The heat rose and rose, engulfed my vulnerable body in its pliable state, this public exploration opening avenues I never thought possible... That vulnerability coupled with the empowerment of doing such a naughty thing in such a public space... I could feel it changing me. //That was amazing. Why is public stuff so absolutely naughty and attractive?// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Lockers">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Is that sounds I hear?">><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Paranoia hit. Despite the beauty of the moment and its emotions, I felt observed, watched. The thrill of it was muffled and overpowered by the fear of being found out, of having my name dragged through the mud and meddled with. I stopped, looked around. I needed to be sure no one was watching. I couldn't see anyone. There was darkness surrounding me. I needed to feel safe... The thrill of the moment passed by the second as I regained my senses, and felt my heart beating its frantic tune. Was it from excitement, or fear? Probably fear... I stopped my naughty exploration, no longer in the right state of mind, this opportunity to explore the naughty boundaries of public exposure slipping through my fingers. //Better get out of here...// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Lockers">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<center><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<pic Jerome>><</pic>></center> The interracial couple greeted me on the dance floor alongside them, pulling me along on the dance with them, our bodies swinging to the beat together. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>! I'm so happy you could make it!<</s>> My friend shouted, trying to overcome the loud music playing around us. <<s Author>>Wouldn't have missed it for the world! I see you were able to bag the sexiest guy here!<</s>> I smiled, complimenting <<light Jerome>>. <<s Jerome>>The sexiest guy at the party has the two sexiest girls dancing with him!<</s>> He returned the compliment, grinning at me. I laughed, and <<light Jasmin>> fawned over his comment, choosing to dance against him. <<s Jasmin>>Gosh you're so hot!<</s>> She commented as she grinded against him. I looked around to see where Mr. <<light Bekham>> was. Obviously he wouldn't take kindly to this kind of dancing. <<s Jerome>>Don't worry, girl. We're safe here in our little corner. My hoe can be as bad as she needs to be.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> grinned at that, pushing her behind against her lover. This was getting heated fast! <<light Jerome>> spoke up to her: <<s Jerome>>Not just yet, babe. You're scaring the guests away.<</s>> He said, pointing to my observing face. I blushed, and decided to take my leave. <<s Author>>Oh don't worry about me now. I have places I need to be.<</s>> I start moving away. <<s Jerome>>Don't hesitate to come back. There is enough of me for the two of you.<</s>> He slapped his thigh at that statement, a sign to show that I could grind against him alongside my friend. I blushed away from the adorable sex couple. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "talkedtoboth" 1>><</link>>

<center><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>></center>Joining my beautifully dressed friend where she is, I speak up to her: <<s Author>>Taking a break from dancing I see?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Grinding against that brute of a man is exhausting!<</s>> She jokes as she takes a big gulp of her drink. I laugh. <<s Eva>>Want some of this punch?<</s>> <<if $valentine.has('punch')>><<s Author>>I already had some.<</s>> I answer her.<<else>><<s Author>>Is it any good?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I prefer alcoholic ones!<</s>> She chips.<</if>> <<s Jasmin>>Jerome and I talked...<</s>> I looked at her, trying to understand where she was going with this. <<s Jasmin>>We want you to join us tonight.<</s>> She said matter of factly. I opened my mouth to speak but she stopped me. <<s Jasmin>>You don't need to give your answer to me. He wants to talk to you first.<</s>> She says, before continuing. <<s Jasmin>>Whatever happens, there are no hard feelings. And if you agree to it, I'll make sure no lines are crossed.<</s>> It was flattering and reassuring that she'd care for me that much in this naughty romp. <<s Jasmin>>Give it a thought. You have nothing to lose.<</s>> She says before slinking away on the dance floor to join a few friends. //Should I do it?// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>>

<center><<pic Jerome>><</pic>></center><<if $valentine.has('jasmingone')>>I approached <<light Jerome>>, who was lying on his back on a secluded wall of the gymnasium, observing people passing by. He smiled as he looked at me. <<s Jerome>>Did someone make up her mind about our nail and hammer situation?<</s>> He asked, eager to get the party truly started. Before I could answer him, he noticed movement behind me and spoke up: <<s Jerome>>What is Jasmin's father doing here?<</s>> I turned to look at what he was seeing, and noticed the parent who had an earlier call with me tonight approached his unaware daughter. I couldn't hear what was happening as he grabbed the cup from her hand and forcefully placed it on the table next to him. The conversation seemed heated as he shouted in her face, embarrassing her in front of her friends, a brute in anger over a silly thing that didn't even exist. But no one was about to interject and tell him that... Most people surrounding them stopped and looked at the two arguing, before the father took his daughter by the arm and led her outside. That's it for her party... I turned to look at <<light Jerome>>, who was watching the same scene as I did. <<s Author>>Does the offer still stand?<</s>> I joked. <<s John>>Dude's insane! Ever since his wife left him for another man he's been smothering his daughter. And I've been reaping the effects of that.<</s>> We both remained thoughtful for a while. <<s Jerome>>Yes the offer still stands. Of course it does.<</s>> He said, looking at me with intensity. I looked back at him. <<s Author>>Might take you up on it...<</s>> I answered him, the thoughts of what might happen swirling in my mind. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "jeromesolooffer" 1>><</link>> <<else>><div id="continue"><<light Jerome>> was lying on his back on a secluded wall of the gymnasium, observing people passing by. I approached him. <<if $valentine.has('jeromeoffered')>><<link "I am ready to give him my decision">><<less "energy" 1>><<replace "#continue">>His attention was turned towards me as he bit his lower lip, watching me get closer. <<s Jerome>>Sup.<</s>> He said, looking at me and eyeing me up. I was about to speak when I was cut off by a fast approaching <<light Jasmin>>. <<s Jasmin>>Come on babe, let's dance.<</s>> Seeing me there, she added: <<s Jasmin>>You join us.<</s>> She grabbed both our hands and got us to the dance floor, our bodies moving in unison and shifting in sultry motions. <<picmid "valentine/grinding-jj.jpg">> The music enveloped us, surrounding our bodies and elevating our senses. Our bodies were in perfect sync, a trio of agile bodies shifting around each others' and giving us the passionate effects we were looking for. The heat was immense, the emotions intense, and the fire inside burned as <<light Jerome>> grinded on the both of us, never leaving any for too long. Moving alongside <<light Jasmin>>'s hot body was equally attractive and sexual, and I loved the feelings that came out of it. <<s Jerome>>Have you given our offer thought? Wanna join us in the lockers right now?<</s>> He asked, his sultry voice filling my ears and giving me beautiful shivers down my spine. Did I want to go through with it? <<picmid "valentine/jj-lastdance.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<if $jasminevent gte 3 and $Jerome gte 5>><<link "Let's go now." "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "JasminJeromeHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event.">><<else>><<dark "Let's go now" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<link "I well might meet you there.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<pickup $valentine "JJAccepted" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to finish things up just yet, I gave my answer to the loving couple, trying to make my voice heard over the music. <<s Author>>I'll meet you there! I still got a thing or two to do!<</s>> I announced, continuing to dance. <<light Jasmin>> leaned in and gave me a sensual kiss on the cheek. <<s Jasmin>>I'll be waiting for you.<</s>> She whispered, before moving away. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<if $Jasmin gte 20 and $Jerome gte 5>>❗<<else>><<dark "❗" "Not close enough to go all the way with them, but lets them down easy.">><</if>> <<link "I don't think I can make it">><<pickup $valentine "jeromedenied" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I really appreciate the offer you guys, but I don't think I'm ready...<</s>> I said, second doubts filling me. It was one thing to flirt and dance with the couple. It was something entirely different to actually go through with it and sleep with them. <<light Jasmin>> was obviously saddened by my denial as she moved closer to me. <<s Jasmin>>That's sad to hear. Jerome is a great hunk that would've rocked your world.<</s>> She announced before moving away. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>>❗<<else>><<link "He has something to say">><<less "energy" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Jerome>>Hey <<print $name>>. Enjoying yourself?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s statement was still in my mind, as I thought of what it entailed and what might come out of it. I looked at the hunk in front of me, standing confidently in his shirt and pants, eating me up with his stares. He noticed the way I was looking at him, and was quick to comment: <<s Jerome>>I figure Jasmin already talked to you about this?<</s>> He asked, curious. <<s Author>>She mentioned something...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>She did... Well come here, I have a small experiment for you to make up your mind. Don't worry, I won't bite.<</s>> I saw no harm in approaching him, we were in a public place after all. In a swift commanding motion, <<light Jerome>> turned me around to face away from him, placing his hand on my belly and his lips near my ear. His controlling presence was a heat behind me, holding me in place and smartly whispering his rhetoric in my ear. <<s Jerome>>I want you to let go for a bit, embrace the moment and allow your mind to drift across the sensations and thoughts that it wants to follow.<</s>> His husky voice overwhelmed my senses, his perfume filling my nostrils as the closeness between our bodies had its effect on me. His hand on my midriff was large, it took its space and knew how to control me. <<s Jerome>>That stupid Jasmin was so excited about the prospect of you joining us that she didn't understand that you needed to be convinced, seduced. Consider her the hammer, and me the soft pliers.<</s>> What a weird metaphor... //What was I in that situation?// <<s Jerome>>And you, the nail. And you know why that is.<</s>> His whispers came as an answer, promising a place for my weakening body. I wanted to drift away in his words. I wanted to follow his voice to where it promised to take me. My eyes focused as I saw <<light Eric>> standing across the gymnasium, talking to his friends, moving to the music with them. <<if $valentine.has('ericdate')>>My date was right there, across me, and I was being held by a masculine guy who was three times his size and who commanded my attention...<<else>>If he saw me he'd feel completely embarrassed, inadequate... I denied his request to come here together and yet here I was in another man's arms. Someone more masculine, more dominant.<</if>> <<light Jerome>> continued his whispering, now an order that demanded my compliance: <<s Jerome>>Let go nail, follow my lead.<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 15>><<link "Lean into him">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $valentine "jeromeoffered" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "valentine/jerome-grinding.jpg">> Something about his voice or the whole situation I found demanded a response from me. An admission of sorts, an agreement to his perverted game. I leaned into him, my hands drifting behind me to explore his own body, as I allowed him more control over me and closed my eyes, his words flowing through me in sensual shivers. <<s Jerome>>You're on the right track. This is how you seduce someone like you. Softly, calmly, gradually. You're ready to be nailed, but you need someone who knows how to handle you. What better than the soft hands of a friend and the strong body of a guy like me.<</s>> At that, his hand on my midriff gripped me harder, driving his statement home. His girthy cock laid on my behind, calling for attention as it pulsed with his blood. It was turning me on to feel him against me like that, and I wanted more of it. I pushed myself against it, a wanton girl with no regards to her public image. <<s Jerome>>You like what you're feeling, girl?<</s>> Came his voice yet again in my ear. <<s Jerome>>You can have it all for yourself, if you just let go and follow our lead. We'll make a good white slut out of you.<</s>> I whimpered at his words, eager to get this show on the road. He suddenly let go of me, his body separating from mine as he took a step away. I let out a soft, needy moan, opening my eyes and coming back to reality. <<s Jerome>>You know what to do if you want to take me up on my offer.<</s>> His statement came before he lost himself in the crowd. I looked around, heart still beating fast at the encounter, and saw <<light Eric>> looking at me. He must've seen all of this, but I don't care. I walked away, mind still heavy from the encounter I just had. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lean into him" "Not open<img src='images/icons/friend.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "Stay there">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $valentine "jeromeoffered" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to find out what he needed from me, what his speech entitled and what he was really offering. I stayed in place, my eyes following my white friend across the dance floor. <<s Jerome>>You're on the right track. This is how you seduce someone like you. Softly, calmly, gradually. You're ready to be nailed, but you need someone who knows how to handle you. What better than the soft hands of a friend and the strong body of a guy like me.<</s>> At that, his hand on my midriff gripped me harder, driving his statement home. I got momentarily distracted by his gesture, impressed by the power he displayed and worried about what I felt poking my behind... //Was that...// My eyes drifted up again, meeting <<light Eric>>'s as he saw me being used like an obedient puppet in this masterful person's hands. I gasped, yet stayed where I was, wanting to get through this, wanting to feel that vulnerability I felt deep inside. <<s Jerome>>You can feel that, and much more, if you just let go and follow our lead. We'll make a good slut out of you now.<</s>> He drifted away, his hand leaving my body as I turned to face him. <<s Jerome>>You let me know if you're ready to take the next step.<</s>> He said, smiling at me as I struggled to catch my breath. Leaving me alone and losing himself through the crowd, <<light Jerome>> had my thoughts racing, fighting with each other to find a response. There was a huge need and I didn't know if I wanted to fill it with this electric couple... <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte -7 >><<link "I can't stay there">><<pickup $valentine "jeromerejected" 1>><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't allow this game to last any longer than it did. //Who does he think he is, asking for such a commanding presence when he clearly didn't know what a girl like me wanted?// I turned to face him, moving away from his dominating hand. <<s Author>>Do you really think I need to be nailed by soft pliers?<</s>> I asked him, wanting to go for the jugular. <<s Author>>I'm sorry to say, but you're not really my type. Or any type for that matter. Good luck with some other whore.<</s>> I told him before turning and walking away. //I will not be toyed with like that, a device for other people's enjoyments and self-gratification.// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I can't stay there" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> </div><</replace>><</link>>❗<</if>> <<if $valentine.has('BekhamInterrested')>>Maybe I could use him to make a certain professor jealous? <<link "Let's dance">><<less "energy" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#continue">> <<s Author>>Let's dance!<</s>> I told him, not explaining the reason behind my impromptu invitation. Whether or not it is to make a certain professor jealous and fool him into wanting me is not the real question for <<light Jerome>>, who smiled at the opportunity and joined me on the dance floor. Moving our bodies to the beat, I noticed that our secluded spot wouldn't create the effect I want it to have on my professor, and saw that we needed to move further between the students to a more strategic location. Grinding my body against his, I slowly and methodologically move us further and further down the dance floor to a more visible location. Our dancing gets heated as I have to use my body on him to make that lateral movement, the heat emanating from us merging and creating a passionate, entrancing dance of sweating bodies. The naughtiness of the moment is not lost on me, as I move against him, momentarily forgetting about the reason behind our sexcapade. The moment merges, grows, and I get lost in it, allowing my body to move in unison with my friend's lover. <<picmid "valentine/grinding-jj.jpg">> It doesn't matter who he is, all that matters is that it's a strong body against mine, and that I am building momentum that delectably puts me on edge... My eyes focus as I notice <<light Bekham>> looking at me, devouring me with his eyes. I remember the reason behind my wanton grinding. And I notice it has paid off. <div id='choices'><<link "He's jealous. Go for the kill">><<replace "#choices">>Here was my opportunity to take the reward for myself, and I couldn't miss it up. Still grinding, I maintain eye contact with my professor, whose obvious staring gives away his horny attitude and attention to my body. I smile, knowing the effect that I am having on him, and eager to see where it would take me. He is hooked. A small nod of his head tells me he wants me over. I oblige. <<s Author>>So, ready to take this elsewhere?<</s>> I ask him, forgetting the game but making sure we aren't heard. His eyebrows furrow. <<s Bekham>>Take this elsewhere? I don't think you can handle this.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am done playing. You know what you want, and you have the chance to take it.<</s>> I tell him, challenging him almost. He looked around, thinking. A decision is taken. <<s Bekham>>I'm going to put you in your place. Come.<</s>> Leaving me to follow, he walks with confidence out of the party, completely disregarding his post or rather handing it over without mentioning it. //Hook, line and sinker.// <<link "Go with him" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "BekhamHookup" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">> <<link "I've got him baited, let's stop this for now.">><<pickup $valentine "Bekhamhorny" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I had him where I wanted, but was not yet ready to end my night with him. I could always reap the rewards later. Choosing to end on this high note, I thank my dance partner, looking him in the eyes. <<s Author>>I owe you one.<</s>> I tell him with a smile, and see him smile back. <<s Jerome>>No need, you were a good dancing companion.<</s>> Hooking his hand around me, he gives me a kiss before sending me on my way. <<light Bekham>>'s eyes still drill me as I leave the dance floor. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>❗(I can always reap his attention later) </div><</replace>><</link>>❗<</if>> <<if $valentine.has('yaraproposalaccepted') and $valentine.count("Asked Jerome for Yara") is 0 and $valentine.count("YaraEvaScene") is 0>><<light Yara>> had asked me to find someone to hit on <<light Eva>>. <<link "Could he help?">><<pickup $valentine "Asked Jerome for Yara" 1>><<replace "#continue">><<s Author>>Hey Jerome, can I ask for a favor?<</s>> I asked him while batting my eyelashes. <<s Jerome>>Depends on who's asking.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am. Well... Yara is but it's not important...<</s>> <<s Jerome>>Nah, that girl is bad news. Sorry.<</s>> He seemed reluctant to help... No need to force it. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Nevermind" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>></div><</if>>

<center><<pic John>>Jasmin's father<</pic>></center> <<s John>>Hey <<print $name>>, - you ... party?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm sorry sir, it's really loud here, let me just go someplace better!<</s>> I shouted into the phone, trying to get my voice heard over the loud music playing around me. Walking outside, I am hit with a wave of cool air as the noise subsided behind me, a slow romantic song playing on the speakers. //My luck...// <<s John>>Can you hear me now?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes sir, I can hear you. Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked him back. <<s John>>My daughter isn't answering her phone, and it got me worried. Is she still at the party?<</s>> I thought of <<light Jasmin>>. Yes, she was still there, but she had offered me a threesome with herself and <<light Jerome>> so... <<s Author>>Yeah she's there, all is well.<</s>> <<if $johntrust gte 2>><<s John>>You promised to keep an eye on her. Is she doing anything... Untoward?<</s>> He asked, his worry obvious. She did offer to nail me alongside her partner... <<s Author>>She's being good, don't worry sir.<</s>> <<s John>>She's not supposed to leave the party without my knowing it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I understand sir. She's still here.<</s>> I answered, getting frustrated about how long this has taken. <<s John>>If you see anything wrong, please call me.<</s>> <<else>><<s John>>Alright, sorry for the bother. I just worry for her.<</s>> His fatherly attention was nice to see, something that I wished I had for my own... <<s Author>>Don't worry about it. I'm going back.<</s>> I wanted to enjoy my evening though. <<s John>>Of course. Take care <<print $name>>.<</s>><</if>> This was my opportunity to gain some trust with him. Whether I choose to get <<light Jasmin>> away from the party or not, he'll be thankful for my presence there and trust me more with her. <div id='choices'><<link "Actually sir...">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $valentine "jasmingone" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually sir there is something that I need to comment on...<</s>> Something had to be done about this whole thing, and the idea formed in my mind. <<s Author>>My parent is fine with me drinking alcohol, but I know you're not, and someone spiked the drinks here...<</s>> I lied, finding an opportunity to halt the night and taking it. <<s John>>Oh wow. Thanks for telling me. I'm coming to get my Jasmin.<</s>> He said, taking a pause. <<s John>>And <<print $name>>. I suggest you leave too. Such a setting is not ideal for you.<</s>> He commented, before adding: <<s John>>Thank you for letting me know about this.<</s>> He hung up, grateful for my intervention. I just snitched on my friend... With a lie, but nonetheless... //What <<light Jasmin>> doesn't know won't hurt me.// <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Goodbye sir!">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Okay sir goodbye!<</s>> I shouted on the phone, willing this conversation towards its end. <<s John>>Goodbye. And stay safe.<</s>> He said, hanging up. Let's go back to the party. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Quad">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "The romantic lockers">>Peeking into the locker room, I saw my two female friends, <<light Yara>> and <<light Eva>>, engaged in a close conversation, seated on the middle bench, their backs turned to the entrance where I was looking at them. <<s Eva>>It's just super annoying when they do that... Like don't they get the hint?<</s>> <<s Yara>>You can't imagine how many times I have to reiterate that I'm not interested. These dumbos simply do not understand.<</s>> Obviously, the topic was boys. <<s Eva>>And honestly, I'm pretty sure that I'm ace.<</s>> That was a revelation. I mean I kind of imagined it from her but I didn't expect her to actually find the words for it, let alone say these words... <<s Yara>>You're not.<</s>> She was confident in what she was saying. <<light Eva>> looked at her, questioning her statement. <<s Yara>>You're not. You're obviously into girls.<</s>> She explained. <<s Yara>>I see how you look at them longingly when you think they're not looking, how your eyes try to catch a glimpse at every moment their asses are on display. You're not as sly as you think you are in our gymnastics classes, you know. Especially here in the locker rooms.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was stunned, she tried to argue against it. <<s Eva>>You're mistaken. It's normal to look at girls, everyone does it!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Then it would do nothing to you if I kissed you right now.<</s>> <<s Eva>>W.. What?<</s>> <<s Yara>>We're alone, your date all but left you behind, whether that was <<print $name>> or whoever else...Best time to find out if you're a lesbian or not is now.<</s>> She explained, slightly moving closer to her nerdy friend. I watched in rapt attention, trying to see what <<light Eva>> would do. She was thoughtful for a while, before she looked at the athletic <<light Yara>> and nodded her head. She was willing to try. And <<light Yara>> was eager to take the opportunity to make her move on the nerd, pursing her lips and placing them against the soft ones that were awaiting them. <<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/yara-kiss2.jpg">>> And they kissed, unaware of their friend that was watching them from the door, their lips grazing softly against one another. <<light Yara>> was smart in her approach, her wet lips giving their soft kiss then retreating, as she looked at her friend. Silence. Tension. <<light Yara>> moved back in for another kiss, this time allowing it to last a little longer than last time as their lips intertwined and her mouth pressed a bit stronger against her friend's. Even if the person was totally straight, the technique that she exhibited would give them doubts about their sexuality... And doubt appeared on <<light Eva>>'s face when they separated another time. This time, she was the one to move in for another kiss. And I watched my two friends in their secluded place share these lovely kisses and explore each other's mouths, as their beautiful spark progressively grew into a stronger flame. <<light Yara>> moved to straddle the nerdy friend, their kisses never stopping as she pressed her body against hers, her hands holding her face to kiss her better. <<picmid "valentine/yara-kiss.jpg">> She was confident, domineering, and I was loving what I was seeing as their kisses grew stronger and more passionate. Their lips separated. They looked at each other. <<light Eva>> was trying to catch her breath. I watched in rapt attention. <<light Yara>> looked at me, seeing me perving on the naughty couple. I was startled, and didn't know what to do. She smiled and winked at me, before moving back in for another kiss. <<link "Better leave these two to what they're doing." "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "Watched YaraEva" 1>><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The School Hallways">> Following the sound I heard down the corridors of the deserted school, the sounds of my steps on the tiles muffled by the music that still played in the gymnasium behind me, I slowly creeped up to whoever was there, wanting to see what the whole kerfuffle was about. Peeking around a corner, I see <<light Leo>> there, trying to open his locker but failing to do so. <center><<pic Leo>><</pic>></center> <div id='choices'><<link "Intervene">><<pickup $valentine "LeoHelping" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Leo! What are you doing here?<</s>> I asked, loud. He jumped back, startled by my sudden appearance, and I laughed at his wide-eyed confusion. <<s Leo>>Jesus you scared me!<</s>> Came his startled answer. <<s Author>>Hahaha the look on your face! Is everything okay?<</s>> I was worried for him, he hadn't been himself lately. <<s Author>>I'm worried for you Leo...<</s>> <<if $valentine.has('Leoatparty')>><<s Leo>>I just... Thank you for the invite but this kind of event is not my thing...<</s>> Something didn't quite sit right with him about this whole month...<<else>><<s Leo>>What does it matter to you? Just enjoy your party!<</s>> There was obviously something hugely annoying to him about the party, maybe even about valentine.<</if>> I allowed silence to reign for a few moments, trying to choose my next words carefully. <<s Author>>I don't really care about this whole thing behind me. I do care about you, about how you're doing. You're my friend, and you matter to me.<</s>> I was honest, open about my feelings for him. For once, his answer did not come immediately. He was taken aback by my statement, not quite expecting this kind of honesty. <<s Leo>>I... I'm sorry I snapped.<</s>> There was no need to be sorry. There was no need to feel any remorse. <<picmid "valentine/leo-hug.jpg">>I went up to my friend and hugged him. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay. You're okay.<</s>> I whispered in his ear, and could feel the tension fighting to remain in his body. He was struggling, that was for sure. <<s Author>>You're safe here. It's okay.<</s>> I tried calming him with my words, my hand rubbing the back of his head softly, petting him into comfort. I could feel him slowly relaxing, yet the tension remained. <<s Leo>>I don't know what to do anymore... It's all so weird. It's all too much.<</s>> My friend had a million thoughts swirling in his mind. He slowly lowered andsat on the floor, hooking his hands around his legs. <<s Author>>Here here...<</s>> I lowered myself with him, trying to make sure he's safe. I sat next to him and had my arm around his shoulder in a comforting manner. <<picmid "valentine/leo-comfort.jpg">><<s Author>>Take things at your own pace. I'm here for you.<</s>> <<light Leo>> took a deep breath, trying to put his emotions and feelings in line before voicing out: <<s Leo>>Love is such a stupid, complicated thing with so much... Fakeness to it!<</s>> He started. <<s Leo>>Everyone always tries to one-up each other, and it's only in events like these that they show that they care about each other...<</s>> He was angry about something, hinting at something... And then it clicked. A while back, he was talking about someone cheating... Now, he's saying they're all lovey-dovey. His parents were not on the best of terms, that was for sure. <<s Author>>Does this have to do with your parents?<</s>> He took a sharp breath, telling me I hit the mark straight on the spot. <<s Leo>>She... He's not the best man out there, and her eyes wander...<</s>> He began explaining. <<s Leo>>Now that it's valentine and he brings her flowers and all, she suddenly looks at him again as the perfect husband. A few weeks ago, her messages to someone else tell a different story. A few weeks from now, it'll stay the same. There is no consistency between these two.<</s>> <<s Author>>From what I know, not one marriage doesn't have its troubles.<</s>> Truth can be comforting, I imagined. <<s Author>>Better they are still alone than separated, a broken shell of their former self.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It's so very complicated.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know. It is.<</s>> I continued, <<s Author>>But that doesn't mean that you need to worry about it now. There will come a time where you can allow your mind to wander around and play its games.<</s>> <<s Leo>>But I can't fight it. It's so overwhelming.<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Hug him tighter.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "valentine/leo-tighter.jpg">>My arm from behind his shoulder tightened, and I brought him in for a hug. A tight hug that would hopefully silence the thoughts that clashed in his mind. And he relaxed into it, allowing his body to weaken as I held him against me. The dam broke as his tears flowed, drifting on his face as he leaned into the hug having let go of the tension that grew in him. And he cried and allowed his emotions to flow. <<s Author>>It's okay, Leo. It's okay to cry.<</s>> My comforting words helped him cry even more, and I allowed them to inhabit the space between us. <<s Author>>You'll make it through stronger. You'll find yourself through it all.<</s>> My serene voice carried the emotions for a while longer. Eventually, our hug subsided. <<s Author>>How about you go clean yourself up and we have ourselves a real party?<</s>> I asked him, smiling sweetly at his tired face. <<s Leo>>You have a point.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll meet you at the toilets. The female ones, they're cleaner.<</s>> I winked at him as he made his way there. //Maybe I can find him something to raise his spirits? Could <<light Julio>> help? Or maybe even <<light Eva>>?// <<link "Back to the party" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "LeoToilets" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>You need to stay strong.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Time to straighten our backs and face what comes next, alright?<</s>> My confident tone, coupled with my strong grab of his shoulder, jolted him to attention. He was ready to face what came next. <<s Author>>Ready yourself to face the action out there! Lots of lovie dovies to dodge!<</s>> I joked, eliciting a smile from my friend. <<s Leo>>I think I'll hang around here for a while still.<</s>> He announced, confidence instilled in him. <<s Author>>Don't be too long!<</s>> I warned him, before deciding to turn to leave. //Maybe I could find him some company? I'm sure <<light Julio>> would ne interested...// <<link "Back to the party" "Valentine Gymnasium">><<pickup $valentine "LeoCorridor" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>>❗ <<link "Leave him alone">><<pickup $valentine "LeoAlone" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to intervene and leave my friend to his devices, I walked back and left him alone. Time to go back to the party! <<link "Leave" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Julio>><</pic>> <<light Leo>>'s situation, his reclusiveness, has always been part of who he was. But having this kind of behavior so apparent in such a party is quite unusual for him. He'd always been present... Never hiding. <<s Author>>Hey Julio got some time?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Sup?<</s>> <<light Julio>> would definitely have an idea on what could be done to solve the <<light Leo>> issue. He's always been a chill presence, and his interest in the guy has not passed by unnoticed.. <<s Author>>It's about Leo.<</s>> He turned to give me his full attention. Seems like this Leo thing definitely is of interest to him. <<s Julio>>You found him?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes. He's not feeling his best.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Where is he?<</s>> On the one hand, I knew that <<light Julio>> was a good person with good intentions. On the other hand, I felt oddly protective of my friend. I've always wanted to care for him and keep him safe, and he did put some odd trust in me tonight... <<s Author>>Still working on being able to come here. He's not looking his best.<</s>> <<if $valentine.has("LeoToilets")>><<s Julio>>He's quite the peculiar person I'll give you that... Have you tried make-up?<</s>> That was an odd question, or assumption... <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Julio>>I mean make-up has always been an empowering thing that helps people get out of their comfort zone. Have you tried using that on him?<</s>> His logic might have been flawed, but there was some sort of...thought behind it. <<s Author>>You really think make-up can solve some sort of existential crisis in him?<</s>> I asked, truly curious. <<s Julio>>It always does in girls like you. Leo is no different. I'm sure that you can help him realize that.<</s>> His confidence in his announcements was intriguing, I felt like trying what he was saying. <<s Julio>>Here, I have a little something I always keep with me. Try it out on him and let me know once you have him ready for a public appearance.<</s>> Pulling out a small makeup kit from his bag, he hands it to me. Ever the artistic personality, I didn't find it odd that he'd have something like that on him. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><<pickup $valentine "LeoMakeup" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $valentine.has("LeoCorridor")>><<s Julio>>You know I don't care about that. About looks. Definitely not in Leo.<</s>> He was emotive, obviously touched by what was happening to our mutual friend. <<s Julio>>Please point me to him, Let me talk to my friend.<</s>> His worry for <<light Leo>> was touching. There probably would be no bad in telling him where he is... <div id='choices'><<link "Point him to Leo">><<pickup $valentine "JulioSeesLeo" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>He's deeper in school. The second floor corridors.<</s>> I share with my friends, whose smile grows tenfold. <<s Julio>>Thank you so much for this. Don't worry about him, I'll take care of our friend.<</s>> He says, eager to get on his way to aid him. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better not do that">><<pickup $valentine "JulioNoHelp" 1>><<less "Julio" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm not sure that's the best choice, he asked me to give him his privacy.<</s>> Despite his appearance, I was worried that <<light Julio>> had unsavory plans for my friend, and preferred to leave him in the dark. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> <<s Julio>>That's really unfortunate, I was hoping to be able to help him.<</s>> Came his response, his frustration at this development apparent. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Drink">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

My friend <<light Leo>> was probably still somewhere around here, drifting across the corridors. To help him out, I had sent <<light Julio>> to meet him and talk to him. I felt like checking in on the two. As I walked across the corridors, I could hear sounds of conversation happening in the distance. The empty corridors allowed for easy travels of their voices as their conversation carried across the calm spaces here. <<picmid "valentine/leo-talk.jpg">> <<s Leo>>I never knew.<</s>> <<s Julio>>I never shared with anyone honestly.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Wow. I'm sorry.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Nothing to be sorry about. I'm luckier than most. At least they had some closure you know..<</s>> <<s Leo>>Honesty is underrated.<</s>> A small silence followed. I felt wrong listening in, not making myself known, but I didn't want to overwhelm my friend. <<s Julio>>I guess I need to be honest with you then...<</s>> The thoughtfulness was obvious in his voice. <<s Leo>>You always have been.<</s>> <<s Julio>>Not entirely.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean? What did you lie about?<</s>> <<s Julio>>No lies. Never a lie. But omitting the truth or not sharing it... Has its own weight.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know...<</s>> Carrying a secret sure is something heavy, that's for sure. I felt compelled to stay where I was, to keep my ear out for this omitted truth... <<s Julio>>I like you, Leo. You're fun, interesting, smart... And you always make my day.<</s>> I was melting over the sweetness of the moment I had stumbled upon. And I held my breath in anticipation of what <<light Leo>> would be saying about this revelation. <<s Leo>>Wow... I... Never expected...<</s>> Stunned might be an understatement to the tone that <<light Leo>> was taking in reaction. <<s Leo>>You're so great and cool... Are you sure?<</s>> <<light Julio>> laughed at <<light Leo>>'s reactions. <<s Julio>>Yeah, I'm sure.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I am flattered. I just didn't expect that. You're really cool too!<</s>> <<light Leo>> was awkward, on that we can agree. <<s Leo>>I like you too, Julio.<</s>> His tone shifted, his announcement a bit more serious, direct. <<s Julio>>May I?<</s>> There was silence. A shift in clothing. And the unmistakable sound of kissing. I smiled to myself at this development. <<link "Time to leave" "Valentine Inside">><</link>> <<picmid "valentine/leo-interracial-kiss.jpg">>

<<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "Toilets">><<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I saw <<light Leo>> standing there as he wiped his face from the water he had thrown on his face, trying to clean himself up after the emotional moment he had shared with me. He noticed me approaching, and acknowledged me: <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>. How are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>How are YOU doing?<</s>> I asked, wanting to know how he felt. <<s Leo>>Fine.<</s>> Did I have something to raise his spirits? <<else>><<light Leo>> is still here. I need to find a way to help him out of this slump.<</if>> <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 40 and $Leo gte 20>><<link "Maybe I could cheer him up myself?">><<replace "#choices">>I felt like there was a tension in him that could only be broken by something big. A huge gesture that he wouldn't anticipate, but would probably gladly accept. I approached him, and wrapped my arms around him from the back, my hands resting on his chest and holding him against me. He breathed in, sharply. <<s Leo>>What are you doing?<</s>> Our eyes met in the mirror in front of us, as I took my time before answering him: <<s Author>>It's valentine, and I'm showing my affection to someone I deeply care about.<</s>> He took a moment. <<s Leo>>Let me hug you back.<</s>> I loosened my grip as he turned. Our eyes met. He leaned back in for a hug. I had something else in mind. I leaned towards his lips, searching for them with mine. <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> They touched. His eyes showed how stunned he was. I looked at him trying to portray confidence. He agreed with that confidence and leaned back in as our lips intertwined and our kiss was met with equal heat. We were enjoying that beautiful moment, our breaths matching as our lips played their little explorative, soft game. We reveled in that beautiful moment. <<s Leo>>That... Wow.<</s>> He was happy as anything, his eyes sparkling with joy. <<s Author>>You're a good kisser.<</s>> I flattered him. <<s Leo>>Me? You're the one with amazing lips!<</s>> He complimented me back, his eyes still staring at said lips. <<s Author>>I could say the same about yours.<</s>> I complimented him again, not wanting to be outdone by my friend. <<s Leo>>Now what?<</s>> //Now what? I could end my night with him, showing him what else I had in store for his beautiful body, or I could decide to call it quits and end this here.// <<link "Let's have our fun" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "Leo Hookup" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "This ends the Valentine event">> <<link "Leave him alone, we've done enough" "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "Leohappy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>>❗<<elseif $Leo gte 20>><<dark "Maybe I could cheer him up myself?" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><<elseif $open gte 40>><<dark "Maybe I could cheer him up myself?" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<if $valentine.has("drug")>><<link "Offer him the drugs I've collected">><<replace "#choices">>I remembered the small bag I had found moments earlier with the drug dealer in the school's quad. It seemed like the perfect idea to be sharing this beautiful powder of opportunity with my friend here. <<s Author>>I have a little something that I know would make you feel better.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Author>>A little pick-me-up I picked up from a new friend.<</s>> I pulled out the bag and showed it to <<light Leo>> in the mirror in front of him. He turned to look at it and grabbed the substance. <<s Leo>>Is this what I think it is?<</s>> He asked, obviously intrigued by the revelation. <<s Author>>Depending on what you think it is. Only one way to find out.<</s>> <<s Leo>>How did you get this? Does Eva know?<</s>> <<s Author>>Less doing, more sniffing. Let's go.<</s>> I took him to one of the stalls, both of us crammed in the tight space. <<s Leo>>Do you even know how to do this?<</s>> <<s Author>>I've seen it done in the movies, shouldn't be anything hard.<</s>> I placed the substance on a small surface above the toilet, lining it up in two distinct lines. Thankfully there was enough for each of us. <<s Leo>>Should I roll a bill?<</s>> <<s Author>>Why would you do that?<</s>> You can just sniff that stuff up. I really was about to do this... <center><img src='images/valentine/cocaine-energy.jpg' width='50%'></center> I leaned down and placed my nose against the substance, sniffing it in as I followed the line. The rush I felt was intense, as my mind reeled by the expected unexpected intrusion. I coughed in natural reaction. <<s Leo>>Are you okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, yes. You do it.<</s>> I said, not really looking at him as I dealt with the effect of the drugs. I heard him approach, prepare himself, then sniff the substance. It had the same effect on him it did on me. <<s Leo>>Woah!<</s>> I agreed with that statement. Woah indeed! I could see the stars forming at the edges of my vision. I could see the beautiful lighting of the bathroom shift and switch intensity. And I could see <<light Leo>>'s delectable lips calling for mine. <<s Author>>I wanna kiss you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I wanna kiss you too.<</s>> <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> I leaned in for a taste, as did he. We kissed, and our lips fought against one another in a beautiful coordinated dance. And kiss after kiss was traded as our hands roamed against each other's body. <<light Leo>> found the strength to separate for a short moment. <<s Leo>>Are we really doing this?<</s>> I looked at his beautiful figure staring at me. I wanted nothing more than that body against mine at the moment. <<link "Let's have our fun" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "Leo Hookup" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "This ends the Valentine event">><<else>><<dark "If only I had something to lift his spirits..." "Maybe the dealer outside could help if we haven't talked yet...">><</if>> <<if $valentine.has("LeoMakeup")>><<link "Let's put some makeup on him">><<replace "#choices">>Make-up kit that I had collected from <<light Julio>> in hand, I faced my friend ready to help him raise his spirits with the powdered confidence he needed. <<s Author>>Nothing a bit of make-up can't fix!<</s>> I announced, approaching him from behind. <<s Leo>>What are you doing?<</s>> He was understandably confused. <<s Author>>You saw the lighting at the party, and you saw the way everyone was in their own world.<</s>> I started, <<s Author>>Make-up has the power to make us feel better about ourselves without feeling fake. It just enhances our natural beauty.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you are beautiful, Leo.<</s>> I finished, that last line really making its effect on him as he nodded his consent. I got to work applying the foundation on his face, complimenting him as I improved his attributes. <<s Author>>Your eyelashes are amazing, I'm almost jealous.<</s>> Soon, he was ready for the big reveal, his eyes closed and standing in front of the mirror. <<s Author>>You can open them.<</s>> I announced, as his eyelids fluttered open, and he saw himself in all his glorious beauty in the mirror. <<picmid "valentine/leo-makeup.jpg">> <<s Leo>>Wow.<</s>> He was understandably speechless. Despite not adding too much make-up, he looked like a refined version of his authentic self, and all signs of former tears were gone. <<s Author>>You are beautiful, Leo. And worthy of love.<</s>> I smiled at him as he smiled back. There was a beautiful tension in the air, that I eventually broke. <<s Author>>You can choose to join the party or stay here. It's all up to you Leo.<</s>> The ball was now in his court. <<s Leo>>I think I'll admire your work for a while. I'll meet you at the party soon though!<</s>> Came his answer. //<<light Julio>> did mention that I update him once I got <<light Leo>> in his make-up...// <<link "Go back" "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "LeoMadeup" 1>><<drop $valentine "LeoMakeup" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>>❗<<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Maybe I could talk to Julio about this...">><</if>> <<if $valentine.has("EvaLeo Talk") and $leoevent gte 3 and $evaevent gte 3>><<link "Why don't we go to Eva's house?">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I found our salvation.<</s>> I said to my friend, smiling wide. <<s Leo>>God help me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey, do you not trust me? We're going to Eva's!<</s>> The way his face lit up told me that my friend was definitely interested in that. <<s Author>>Look at you all happy and jolly!<</s>> I teased him slightly, putting my hand on his back. <<s Author>>Come on, let's get you out of here.<</s>> I said, smiling. <<link "Leave" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "EvaLeo Hookup" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine Event">><<elseif $leoevent lt 3>><<dark "Why don't we go to Eva's house?" "Not close enough to him (30)">><<elseif $evaevent lt 3>><<dark "Why don't we go to Eva's house?" "Not close enough to her (30)">><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Talk to Eva first">><</if>> <<link "Leave him alone for now." "Valentine Toilets">><</link>></div>

There was definitely something going on in there, but I didn't want to ruin anyone's fun just yet. Headed for the sink, I turn on the water and splash it around for a bit, before faking a different voice to talk: <<s Rotherford>>Why isn't he here...<</s>> I take strong, deliberate steps towards the door, opening it and acting as if I stepped out, before allowing it to close behind me. Moments pass, then a sound chimes: <<s Leo>>Think they're gone?<</s>> <<s Julio>>Most definitely. We're alone. Get back to work.<</s>> This is unmistakably <<light Leo>> and <<light Julio>> together, hidden in their stall. How odd! //And what did he mean by work?// Slurping noises slowly start filling the tense air, as whatever work they're talking about is resumed. A lick and a rub and a slurp, someone is active. <<s Julio>>Gosh you're good at this, we should have done this so long ago. Such great lips.<</s>> The compliment rings in the air. <<picmid "valentine/leo-bj-giving.jpg">> There is no mistaking what was happening in the toilet just a few steps away from where I was, and there was no denying the effect it was having on me as I felt myself wetten even more while naughtily listening in on my two friends' erotic activity. <<s Julio>>Your lips look amazing wrapped around my cock. Too bad that make-up is getting ruined.<</s>> He quips, his tone humorous as a moan comes out in answer. A needy moan that <<light Leo>> lets escape his lips which are no doubt wrapped around his partner's sizable cock. <<s Julio>>Keep going, you're doing so well.<</s>> His words of praise and affirmation seem to have a positive effect on the person serving him, as moans drift across the slurping and sucking sounds. <<if $group1 is "Julio and Leo">>//My two project partners from last month are really giving it their all, wow! Who would've thought!//<</if>> A suction slurp later, <<light Leo>>'s voice is heard: <<s Leo>>Your dick is so big! It's impossible to work it.<</s>> Came his needy remark. A watery mouth settles back on the invading organ as slurping continues. <<s Julio>>Yet you're doing a fine job at it. Keep it up.<</s>> And keep it up they did. The next couple of minutes passed with slurps and moans as the two of them continued their naughty work... And I mindlessly listened in on their love-making, not noticing the time passing by. <<s Julio>>I'm gonna replace that ruined make-up with my cum, fuck you're hot.<</s>> The naughty comment rose through the bathroom air, a threat and a promise at once, as a sigh of relief is given by the kneeling servant, and frantic rubbing merges with that sound. <<s Julio>>Get ready for a white valentine!<</s>> Came a final warning, mixed with another needy voice: <<s Leo>>Give it to me. God you're big.<</s>> A grunt of relief rises through the air, an obvious tip to the frantic crescendo of the queer activity I was an active listener of. I could hear the moans of appreciation as spurt after spurt of some sort of naughty liquid was spread across a willing face. And I felt myself wetten even more at the thought of what my lovely <<light Leo>> might look like. //Did I... Was I the cause of this?// <<link "Leave them alone" "Valentine Inside">><<pickup $valentine "JulioSeesLeo" 1>><</link>>

<center><<pic Leo>><</pic>></center> <<light Leo>> still roamed the corridors of the school, enjoying his personal time as he walked aimlessly. This time, he noticed me approaching. <<s Author>>Ah damn, I wanted to scare you again!<</s>> I call out. He laughs at my joke and greets me. <<s Author>>Hey Leo I have a question... Why is it that you're roaming about here like that? Wouldn't you rather be home or something?<</s>> I was actually curious. If he didn't like it here then why be here? <<s Leo>>It's valentine. My parents called dibs on the house. And despite them being the most tame and normal couple out there, I still don't feel like listening or witnessing what they'd be up to tonight.<</s>> I laugh at his explanation, understanding his point of view. <<s Author>>That actually makes a lot of sense!<</s>> Silence lingered in the air. <<s Author>>What will you do about it though? Keep roaming around here, aimlessly?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Privacy is nice.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh, am I breaking this privacy? Did you want to like masturbate here alone?<</s>> I smirk at him. <<s Leo>>I was just about to get started when I saw you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't let me stand in the way!<</s>> I put my hands up defensively as a joke. His cute smile radiates as I look at him. He's a cute guy. Fun to be around, kind... I feel something stirring inside of me, pulling me. <div id='choices'><<if $Leo gte 20 and $open gte 40>><<link "Lean in for a kiss">><<replace "#choices">>I felt that stirring in my loins, calling for me to reach out to something to hold onto. And his eyes turned to look at mine. And that stirring found what it was looking for in them, as I leaned in impercetibly. He did the same. And slowly, our dance brought us closer and closer together, our lips reaching for the other's... <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> And they touched, the stirring inside me fluttering with joy, as our lips merged and separated, exploring one another and enjoying the beautiful sensations. We unlinked, looking deep in each other's eyes. <<s Leo>>You're beautiful, <<print $name>><</s>> <<s Author>>You're worthy of love, Leo.<</s>> I leaned back in for another kiss, met with intensity by my newfound kissing partner, as he reciprocated my actions, eager to explore my lips as I was his. <<s Author>>You're so good at this.<</s>> I smiled at him, pleasantly surprised. <<s Leo>>So are you. Your lips are amazing.<</s>> His compliments played like a beautiful melody in my ears, as We looked at each other, our lips still calling for the other's. <<s Leo>>Wanna... Take this someplace else?<</s>> He asked, hopeful as he looked in my eyes. <div id="choices2"><<link "Nod yes" "Valentine After Party">><<pickup $valentine "Leo Hookup" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "This ends the Valentine event">> <<link "Shake my head no">><<pickup $valentine "Leohappy" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I couldn't get myself to that point. I shook my head no. <<s Leo>>I understand.<</s>> I leaned in to kiss him again. <<s Author>>I'll see you around, sexylips.<</s>> I gave him a soft smile. He smiled back, happy about our brief encounter. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $Leo lt 20>><<dark "Lean in for a kiss" "Not close enough">><<elseif $open lt 40>><<dark "Lean in for a kiss" "Not open<img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>>❗ <<link "Ignore the feeling, better not risk the friendship">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to ruin the friendship we had, I decided to ignore the stirring inside of me, and let it dissipate. <<s Author>>I'm heading back to the party. Sure you don't want to come? People are asking for you...<</s>> I teased him. <<s Leo>>Maybe later.<</s>> I nodded, before heading my own way. <<link "Leave" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<light Eric>> was walking with a spring in his step, headed towards probably his house. <<s Author>>Hey Eric, what's the rush?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Oh I got a new video game that I'm excited to try!<</s>> He said. //What a nerd.// <<s Author>>Where's the CD for it?<</s>> <<s Eric>>CD? No one buys CDs anymore!<</s>> He quipped. <<s Author>>No need to be rude.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Sorry. It's online. I have the coins to buy it and I was just going to install it.<</s>> I didn't know he embraced this geeky side of his. There was something cute about it, but then again we were 18, it was time to grow up, no? <div id='choices'><<link "What a nerd">><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I smiled, almost laughed, as I spoke up: <<s Author>>That's some nerdy behavior, Eric.<</s>> I called him out on it. <<s Eric>>It's a cool game!<</s>> I laughed even more. <<s Author>>I'm sure you believe it.<</s>> I kept the pressure, <<s Author>>Doesn't make it any less nerdy.<</s>> He scoffed, looking down. It seems my word did have a deep impact on him, as he walked away with decidedly less enthusiasm. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Enjoy your game!">><<add "Eric" 4>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well I hope you enjoy your game, Eric.<</s>> I said to him, receiving an even wider smile, if that was possible. <<s Author>>Win for me.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I will!<</s>> He promised, as he walked away. <<s Eric>>Thanks, <<print $name>>!<</s>> He called out, his spirits clearly raised. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't you want to hang out, nerd?">><<add "Eric" 2>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided I wanted to tease him. <<s Author>>I'm bored, don't you want to hang out?<</s>> I asked with a raised eyebrow. He was startled by my question, not expecting me reaching out like that. He seriously reconsidered his plans. <<s Eric>>I mean... I could-<</s>> <<s Author>>Please?<</s>> I cut him off, pushing my luck. <<s Eric>>I guess I could..<</s>> He agreed. I had quite the power over him... His mind wasn't entirely in the hangout we were having, but part of me was quite happy to see the amount of control I was starting to discover. //Leading this man along might be quite easy...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Eric>><</pic>><<light Eric>> is a sweet person, I feel. He is very attentive and listens to what I say and genuinely likes hanging out with me. <<s Author>>Do you hang out with me because you have no friends?<</s>> Blunt, I know, but I felt like I needed the truth. <<s Eric>>Who told you I don't have friends? I do.<</s>> He took a breath. <<s Eric>>I just like hanging out with you, that's all. I find you interesting.<</s>> <<s Author>>Interesting? How?<</s>> <<s Eric>>I don't know, the way you think, the way you're so confident and independent... There's something about you that I simply really like, it puts me at ease.<</s>> I was genuinely flattered by what he had said. I never thought of myself that way. <<s Author>>You told me you had friends?<</s>> I inquired, wanting to change the subject as I felt very seen. <<light Eric>> took the curved ball well: <<s Eric>>Yes! Well they're not at school since they already graduated, but we hang out like once a week!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really?<</s>> I showed that I didn't quite believe him. Mockingly of course. <<s Eric>>No really! We play DnD once per week!<</s>> I could see him visibly face-palm as he said that, obviously embarrassed to have shared that aspect of his life. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>DnD is cool.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>DnD is cool. I hear it's a lot of fun.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Yeah and it helps with storytelling and shit!<</s>> His excitement for the matter was clear. <<s Author>>Isn't it just for nerds though?<</s>> <<s Eric>>No nooo! There's jocks that have played the game! Do you know Joe Mangielo?<</s>> <<s Author>>Who the heck is that?<</s>> <<s Eric>> I mean Joe Manegelio. No wait that's not it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh my god I don't care you nerd, just change the subject.<</s>> I say while laughing, him joining me shortly thereafter. <<link "Continue" "EricEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Nerdy but cute I guess">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>What a nerd.<</s>> My dig at him leaving him confused, he looks at me. When we sees me smiling, he understands that I don't mean it in a negative way. <<s Eric>>Hahaha I guess...<</s>> <<s Author>>Nothing wrong with someone shamelessly being into what they like! Never forget that!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Thanks, <<print $name>>, that really means a lot.<</s>> His gratitude is clear, I feel happy to have positively impacted him. <<link "Continue" "EricEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Wow, he's a real nerd!">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You really are a nerd.<</s>> My comment being a bit more real than <<light Eric>> was expecting, I can see that he is slightly hurt by what I said. <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with being a nerd, Eric. It just means you're good at certain things, while other men are better in other areas.<</s>> I don't know why I had to specify "men" to him, but it did seem to have an effect, as he flinched at the notions I was sharing. //That seems to be something of a touchy subject for him...// <<link "Continue" "EricEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "events/ericevents/social-media-park.jpg" "Hanging out at the park">>We were seated on one of the benches in the park, relaxing after having walked for the past hour while catching up and finding common interests. It seemed like Dungeons and Dragons was something big for <<light Eric>>, as he shared other interests of his. <<s Eric>>All I'm saying is that the world is changing a lot, and there's a lot of things that don't make sense anymore!<</s>> <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Like the fact that a mafia was created and destroyed in the 3 years since I was gone. What the fuck is up with that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Woah language! And no it wasn't created and destroyed, it was always there before the recent kerfuffle.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Kerfuffle?<</s>> <<s Author>>Conflict, chaos. Kerfuffle!<</s>> <<light Eric>> laughs at my high pitch saying the word. I playfully slap him on the shoulder. He takes a breath. <<s Eric>>Okay try that for a size: polyamory and open relationships and all that stuff. Where does that come from?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's always existed, Eric. We just didn't see it.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What happened to the sanctity of marriage? One man, one woman, and God?<</s>> <<s Author>>That's 3. No look nowadays the world is different, things have changed and the norm is not what our parents were taught.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What do you mean exactly?<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Let people do what they want">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>All I'm saying is, why should it matter to us what people do? The world has much bigger issues than who's sleeping with who.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I mean I know but it's insane how many people are sleeping with each other!<</s>> <<s Author>>If it makes you feel any better I haven't been with anyone either, so...<</s>> Not denying the fact that he's a virgin, <<light Eric>> nods. <<s Eric>>Some things just... You're too good for anyone either way.<</s>> His opinion of me obvious, I smile at him softly. We spent the next hour talking to one another, enjoying each other's company, a mutual understanding being reached in many things. As we're about to each head their own way, <<light Eric>> approaches me with a hesitant question. <<link "Listen to him" "EricEvent1">><</link>> <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Monogamy is very repressive">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>All I'm saying is, monogamy is extremely repressive, and the whole single dating married track is completely flawed. People have divorces every day because of cheating and shitty behavior, the world needs to move beyond monogamy and towards better stuff, you know?<</s>> <<s Eric>>My parents are divorced, but that doesn't mean that I've given up on love..<</s>> <<s Author>>Love doesn't have to come in specific shapes or forms! There's so many different kind of loves, and restricting yourself to just one person with all of the kinds is sure to bring you problems!<</s>> <<light Eric>> was confused, not understanding my point. <<s Author>>All I'm saying is, maybe your parents weren't entirely compatible with one another, and kept trying to make that compatibility happen, and that's what created these problems for them... And for you! When people try to force love that doesn't exist, damage happens, and sometimes to people who do not deserve it.<</s>> This seemed to really impact my friend, who was thoughtful for a while after that. We spent the next hour talking to one another, enjoying each other's company, his understanding of things constantly challenged. As we're about to each head their own way, <<light Eric>> approaches me with a hesitant question. <<link "Listen to him" "EricEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Convince him polygamy is okay">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>A whole lot of marriages fail before they even begin, just because the people in them are not capable of loving the other person in all ways.<</s>> <<s Eric>>You're right... That is what happened with my parents...<</s>> <<s Author>>What if before said marriages people knew what they wanted? What if he knows for example that he can't satisfy her sexually, and had made his peace with that?<</s>> <<s Eric>>So what, she sleeps around?<</s>> He didn't get it. <<s Author>>It's not sleeping around if he knows about it, is it? She has needs, as does he, and they're fulfilling them. Call it polygamy or call it whatever, at the end of the day they're happy and together, which is more than you can say about your parents!<</s>> I laughed as I said that last part, wanting to make it clear that I'm joking. <<s Eric>>So if someone for example is deeply affectionate, cares a lot about people. And they get in a romantic, emotional relationship with say 3 different people...<</s>> <<s Author>>So long as everyone is aware of the situation, why not? Who are we to stop them? More people receive love.<</s>> <<s Eric>>And more people are happy.<</s>> Finally convinced, he seems more understanding of the case. I was actually impressed that he was open to changing his opinion... He never ceases to impress me honestly... //And so gullible too!// We spent the next hour talking to one another, enjoying each other's company, me in control of the conversation. As we're about to each head their own way, <<light Eric>> approaches me with a hesitant question. <<link "Listen to him" "EricEvent1">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Actually I'm just playing devil's advocate, he's right">><<less "open" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm just pulling your leg.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What? Seriously?<</s>> Obviously confused, <<light Eric>> did not expect this curved ball. <<s Author>>Nothing beats true love! I've never seen it honestly, but I know deep down that nothing comes close to it.<</s>> <<s Eric>>That's my point! If you truly love someone, you don't need to look for anything anywhere else! You're together and that's all there is to it!<</s>> His belief in love was sweet, and I was happy to see that he felt so beautifully about it. We spent the next hour talking to one another, enjoying each other's company. As we're about to each head their own way, <<light Eric>> approaches me with a hesitant question. <<link "Listen to him" "EricEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "events/ericevents/park-hangout.jpg" "A question is asked">> <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>>, I know you're not that familiar with DnD, but would you maybe be open to give it a try?<</s>> I was intrigued by his proposition. <<s Eric>>A few friends of mine were going to gather at my place this upcoming Friday Evening, and I thought maybe you'd wanna give it a try...<</s>> His tentativeness was clear, as he hesitantly added: <<s Eric>>Only if you want to, of course... Who knows, you might like it after all...<</s>> <<light Eric>> eagerly looked at me, hoping I'd agree with his proposal. I was really tempted to try it out with him, but knew that it was a nerdy thing to do... //This might impact my chances at Becoming Prom Queen if it comes out...// <center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "Choosing the second option will lock off all DnD Elements of the game.">></center> <div id="choices"><<link "I'd love to join you">><<pickup $club "DnD" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "events/ericevents/dnd-vibes.jpg" "I'm into trying it at least!">>Intrigued by what DnD might hold and interested in trying it out, I accept his invitation, smiling at him: <<s Author>>I think I can give it a try, should be interesting.<</s>> <<light Eric>>'s smile immediately grows tenfold, as he rushes to beam and explain the setting: <<s Eric>>You're gonna love it! This friday we'll only be having a one-shot which you'll definitely like and you'll be able to discover the game and my friends and... Oh! It's taking place at my house, I'll be sending you the location soon by phone so don't worry about it. You don't need to prepare aything I'll have everything ready for you don't worry really I've got it all under control-<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey nerd I already said okay, no need to sell it to me even more.<</s>> I laughed, cutting his speech short. He smiled at me. <<s Eric>>You'll like it, you'll see.<</s>> I give hi a hug farewell before starting to head my own way. <<s Author>>See you Friday!<</s>> <<s Eric>>See you!<</s>> The excitement is obviosu as he walks away with a spring in his step. //I wonder what this new adventure will bring...// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'd rather not">><<add "cuck" 1>><<pickup $club "no DnD" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not really willing to put my future plans at jeopardy over the off-chance that this would be a fun thing to try, I choose to shut him down. <<s Author>>I appreciate the interest, Eric, but I think I'd rather not. Thanks for the offer tough!<</s>> <<light Eric>> gave me a small smile, before we each headed our own way. //What a nerd.// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg">> <div id='continue'><<light Eric>> smiled as he approached me, an odd presence in this location. <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>>!<</s>> He said, <<s Eric>>Figured I'd find you here!<</s>> His voice was a bit loud, I shushed him. <<s Author>>Not so loud. You're not used to libraries are you?<</s>> I got closer to him to whisper. <<s Eric>>Why would I be? I'm naturally smart.<</s>> He wasn't usually arrogant, was he? <<s Author>>Is there something you want?<</s>> He shrugged. <<s Eric>>Honestly I'm bored. I figured I'd try new places, and here you are!<</s>> <<s Author>>Hanging out at the library is not my usual thing, but sure. Let's find ourselves a secluded seat.<</s>> I ushered him along as I went to find a secluded location. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "events/ericevents/event2-hangout.jpg" "A library hangout">>I knew at the moment that the debate club's room would be free of people, and we found our way inside there. <<s Eric>>Well that's a secluded place!<</s>> <<s Author>>Doesn't mean it's not seen. There's windows all around.<</s>> <<s Eric>>But at least I can speak freely!<</s>> He raised his voice, smiling. <<s Author>>You're really not suited for quiet places.<</s>> I quipped back. <<s Eric>>So what can we do here?<</s>> <<s Author>>Read books and cultivate our minds? It's a library?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Doesn't really feel like my thing. You're right.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Eric>>How about we play a game?<</s>> <<s Author>>Like what?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Truth or dare. The oldest getting-to-know game in the books!<</s>> I was weirded out by his suggestion. <<s Author>>Isn't that a child's game?<</s>> I asked him openly. <<s Eric>>Not unless children are playing it. It'll give us reason to ask the heavy questions under disguise.<</s>> It seemed to me like he had a few questions in mind. I was intrigued to see where he would take this... <<link "Let's play" "Eric Event 2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "events/ericevents/event2-hangout.jpg" "A library hangout">> <<s Eric>>Truth or dare?<</s>> He was quick to ask his first question. I needed to avoid a dare from the start, and instead opted to ask for a truth. <<s Eric>>A truth... Interesting...<</s>> My friend took a moment, before asking his question: <<s Eric>>Where do you spend your time the most?<</s>> The question might've seemed innocent, but it was kind of intrusive.. But then again, it was only Eric. <<if visited("Gym") gt visited("Library")>><<s Author>>Consider me a gym girl. I like to work out.<</s>><<else>><<s Author>>You found me at my favorite place, I'm almost always at the library.<</s>><</if>> I answered him in all honesty. <<s Author>>Your turn, truth or dare?<</s>> I asked him back, eyebrow raised. <<s Eric>>Let's start with a simple truth.<</s>> <<s Author>>Simple yeah?<</s>> I thought to myself... <div id='choices'><<link "Who's your idol?">><<replace "#choices">><<light Eric>> thought about his answer for a moment, before speaking up. <<s Eric>>For a while there, I never had an idol. I left here not wanting to idolize anyone and be negatively influenced by them.<</s>> He obviously idolized his father before his parents separated. <<s Eric>>But now, I can't help but look up to my stepdad. He's only been nice to my mom and has helped her through a lot. He's a good man. A rock.<</s>> He explained. <<s Eric>>If I am to idolize anyone, it's him. He's helped us a lot, and has been the reason why we were able to make it back here.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm glad he was able to help you guys. You obviously put him in high regard.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Eric>>He's done a lot. Yes.<</s>> <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "What do you intend to do after high school?">><<replace "#choices">><<light Eric>> thought for a moment about his answer, before speaking up. <<s Eric>>For a while there, I was lost on what to do and what the next steps would be for me. I didn't have an actual future to look forward to.<</s>> His migration must've had a heavy impact on him. <<s Eric>>I always thought I'd have to stay with my mom, to help her with stuff around the house, to be there for her.<</s>> He elaborated. <<s Eric>>Until my step-father came. He had his job, his own business, and he helped a lot. And he taught me about what he does. I still don't know what I am hoping to do exactly, but I know I have that to fall back on if anything does happen.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>I'm glad he was able to help you guys. You obviously put him in high regard.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Eric>>He's done a lot, of course.<</s>> <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Tell me about your time away.">><<replace "#choices">><<light Eric>> took a small moment to think about his answer, before speaking up. <<s Eric>>It wasn't always easy. For quite the while I was lost on what I should do and what my future might hold. I was all over the place trying to help my mom at home and keep up with my studies...<</s>> His move must've been quite difficult for him. <<s Eric>>I didn't have that much of a social life. I barely made any friends, and I used to do the odd jobs here and there to make some pocket money for myself.<</s>> He explained. <<s Eric>>Anything more I needed, I had to get myself.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Until my step-father came into the line. He helped a lot in our daily life, and was a solid rock for my mother to lean on. He helped me have a semblent of a childhood this last year.<</s>> My friend recalled. <<s Author>>I'm glad he was able to help you guys. You obviously put him in high regard.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Eric>>He's done a lot for us. Yes.<</s>> <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<s Eric>>Truth or dare?<</s>> It was my time to be under the spotlight. I opted for a truth. <<s Author>>Truth.<</s>> <<light Eric>> thought for a moment, before speaking out. <<s Eric>>Is there anyone at school or outside of school that you're interested in? Anyone that caught your eye?<</s>> That was a good question, one that would give me some time to look back correctly at stuff. Did I want to flatter him, or share the truth on how I felt about people? <div id='choices'><<link "There's this interesting white guy that has yet to ask me out on an actual date (Eric)">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>><<s Author>>Actually, If I'm being honest... There's this interesting white guy that has yet to ask me out on a date.<</s>> I teased, alluding to him. His naive mind did not quite grasp my intended meaning. <<s Eric>>Oh. Well he's stupid for not doing so yet. Anyone would be lucky to have you.<</s>> He complimented me. <<s Author>>I know. I'm a catch. One that is slipping through his fingers every time we interact.<</s>> He had nothing smart to say to that. Poor guy doesn't know an opportunity even if it stared him in the face! <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $cuck gte 10>><<link "There isn't anyone in particular, but I'm open to literally any stranger.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually, if I'm being honest... There isn't anyone in particular, but I'm open to literally any stranger.<</s>> I said, wanting to tease him. <<s Eric>>Any stranger?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah. No one I know has that innate charisma that attracts me. I'm looking for something more, y'all are kids.<</s>> <<light Eric>> was stunned by my answer, trying to find the best way to deal with it. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>You make for good friends and company, but a girl needs someone strong, real, to take care of her.<</s>> I smiled to myself. <<s Author>>Someone like your step-father, you know?<</s>> My friend nodded, understanding the meaning behind what I was saying. <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Stats not met">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "There's too many beautiful people out there. I'm too young to choose.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually, if I'm being honest... There's too many beautiful people out there. I feel like I'm too young to choose.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Eric>>I get what you mean. But when you see the one, you know you've found them, no matter how young you are.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't even know if the one is my age, older, or a girl! I still have a lot to dicover about myself first.<</s>> <<s Eric>>A girl?<</s>> He asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>Figure of speech.<</s>> As I had already said, I was confused. <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Stats not met">><</if>> <<if $Samuel gte 5>><<link "Samuel is very interesting to me.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Actually, if I'm being honest... Samuel is very interesting to me.<</s>> I said, earning me an immediate response from him. <<s Eric>>Samuel?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah! The way he portrays himself, his confidence, his slightly cocky smile... I don't know there's something there...<</s>> I explained, smiling softly. <<s Eric>>I guess, but some might say there's arrogance there...<</s>> <<s Author>>What's arrogance if you're worthy of it? Confidence.<</s>> <<light Eric>> took a moment to deal with the revelation. At the confidence of another man, it felt like his was chipped away. <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Stats not met">><</if>> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "I'm not one to take decisions. I go with the flow.">><<less "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually, if I'm being honest... I found that I'm not one to take decisions. I just go with the flow.<</s>> I said, as he looked up at me with intrigue. <<s Eric>>You were always the most confident out there in middle school.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't get me wrong! I am still very confident. I just know I'd rather someone else leads, asks, and tries. I am confident that I'll find someone to do that.<</s>> <<s Eric>>So whoever it is...<</s>> <<s Author>>They need to know what they want, me, and fight for it.<</s>> I explained. There was a sense of renewed courage in my friend. Did he think he'd be that one person? I never saw him as the most courageous person out there, but then again he might've changed from the nerdy kid I knew before... <<link "Continue" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Stats not met">><</if>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>>Now was my time to ask my question and see if <<light Eric>> was confident to face the wrath. <<s Author>>Obviously you're going to ask for a dare because you're not a wimp.<</s>> I challenged him. <<light Eric>> looked at me with slight fear in his eyes, before saying with determination. <<s Eric>>Obviously I am. Dare.<</s>> He fell right for it. But the question was, what did I feel like having him do? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Send his step-dad a message of praise">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I dare you to send your step-father a message letting him know how much you look up to him.<</s>> I announced, seeing his face turn pale. <<s Eric>>I could never. He'd be weirded out by it!<</s>> My friend exclaimed. <<s Author>>What, are you giving up so easily?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Eric>>It's just... Really odd? What would I write?<</s>> Eric had no idea how to take this. <<s Author>>Give me the phone, I'll type it out.<</s>> There was a part of him that wanted to show me that he was up for the challenge, and another part that was scared of what might come out of this. I relished with the power I felt in this situation. <<s Author>>Hey step-dad. I just wanted to let you know that I really look up to you. The way you're always in charge and have helped me and my mom from the slump we were in... The way you helped her and me become the best version of ourselves... I'm lucky to have you as a father. Thank you.<</s>> I read out the message as I wrote it, <<light Eric>> listening on and his face turning paler with every word. <<s Eric>>I've never been honest with him.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Well maybe it's time you opened up and shared how you really felt with him, don't you agree?<</s>> I smiled at him. <<light Eric>> took a few moments playing the situation in his head and re-reading the message. He eventually relented. <<s Eric>>Fuck it I've got nothing to lose.<</s>> He pressed the send button before turning off his phone. <<s Eric>>I hope he doesn't read it now.<</s>> He was worried, trying to keep a strong face. It was delectable to see him quirm like that. <<s Eric>>My turn.<</s>> <<link "One final question" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "A seductive booty call to a random number">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I want you to grab your phone, type in a random number, and hit on whoever answers the phone.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What? Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh come on, that's easy! Show me your seductive skills, come on!<</s>> I encouraged him, waiting to see his reaction. <<s Eric>>Okay.<</s>> He pulled out his phone, and dialed a completely random number. It rang for a few seconds before someone picked up. <<s stranger>>Hello?<</s>> A male voice answered. I stiffled a laugh as <<light Eric>> scrambled to answer. <<s Eric>>Ah yes... Are you okay, sir?<</s>> <<s stranger>>Am I okay, what do you mean? Who is this?<</s>> The voice asked, confused. <<s Eric>>Cause it must've hurt when you fell out of heaven, sir.<</s>> I started laughing so hard my belly hurt. <<s stranger>>Are you serious?<</s>> <<s Eric>>No, my name is Eric, but I'd like to be called yours if I could.<</s>> The smooth guy said, eliciting even more laughter from me. <<s Author>>How do you come up with those?<</s>> He shushed me to listen to the guy on the other side. <<s stranger>>Eric I'm going to find you and I'm going to make sure you won't have any teeth anymore.<</s>> The person threatened my friend, who tied to come up with something in return. <<s Eric>>Well I don't know about the teeth thing, but I sure would love to meet you sometime.<</s>> He smoothly said, before continuing. <<s Eric>>How about friday I pick you up? Wear your best dress.<</s>> Say what you will, he really did know how to hit on someone... A guy... Over the phone... I laughed as the other person hung up on him, allowing <<light Eric>> to join me in laughter. <<s Eric>>Guess I have a date!<</s>> He announced, eliciting even more laughter from me. It took us a while to settle down. <<light Eric>> turned to look at me. <<s Eric>>My turn.<</s>> He announced. <<link "One final question" "Eric Event 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>><<light Eric>> looked at me intently, having asked his question, truth or dare. I had the choice, between being a scaredy cat and saying truth, or being daring and choosing dare. His intense stare was challenging me to choose the dare, seemingly ready for the payback for my previous dare. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Choose truth">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I choose truth.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Oh come on, that's a letdown!<</s>> He exclaimed. <<s Author>>I'm not going to choose dare, you had something huge planned for me!<</s>> <<s Eric>>That's true, I did.<</s>> He admitted. He took a moment to think of his next question, before asking: <<s Eric>>What do you think is your spirit animal?<</s>> A sweet question, but indeed a letdown for an ending to our time together. <<if $subdom gt 0>><<s Author>>If anything, I'd say I'm a tiger. Confident, ready to pounce, and quick on her feet.<</s>> I answered him, and he looked impressed. <<s Eric>>A tiger doesn't back down from the challenge of a dare though!<</s>> He teased. <<s Author>>Oh shut up.<</s>> I exclaimed back. <<else>><<s Author>>I think I'm a rabbit at heart. Cute, white, jumping from side to side. Peaceful.<</s>> <<s Eric>>And timid.<</s>> He added, teasing me. I didn't bite, allowing his comment to pass.<</if>> <<s Author>>Well, I guess it's time to call it a day. I've got other stuff to do.<</s>> I explained, getting ready to leave. He stood as well. <<s Eric>>I had a lot of fun. Thanks for the hangout.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Don't mention it. I had fun too.<</s>> I admitted to him, before we each headed our own way. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Choose dare">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't going to back down from the challenge, and I was surely going to turn the tables on him if I had the chance. <<s Author>>Dare.<</s>> I announced confidently. His smile grew, as he was eager to issue his dare: <<s Eric>>I dare you to flash your bra.<</s>> His request was big, a real overstep. But I'm not used to backing down from a challenge... <div id='choices2'><<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Flash him my bra">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/ericevents/event2-braflashing.jpg">><<s Author>>Oh you naughty boy. Do you really think that's what's going to get me?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Eric>>So are you going to do it-<</s>> I cut him off by raising my top, revealing the bra underneath. He shut up and watched, seeing my underwear and losing his words. It was so easy to please him! <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I quipped, him still speechless at the tame vision. What a wimp. I lowered my top. He was quick to react. <<s Eric>>Wow. That was... something.<</s>> <<s Author>>What, first time you see a bra?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Well no, but it's always a nice vision.<</s>> He explained. I laughed at his cute reaction. <<s Author>>Well sorry to disappoint but I gotta go, got other stuff to do.<</s>> <<s Eric>>What? Oh yeah sure. I guess I'll see you around.<</s>> He announced. We each headed our own way. //<<light Eric>>'s cute, I gotta admit.// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Flash him my bra" "Not open <img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<if $cuck gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>He never mentioned who to flash. Flash a stranger my bra.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/ericevents/event2-braflashing.jpg">><<s Author>>Challenge accepted.<</s>> I smirked. He'd regret his vague wording. Turning away from him to face one of the windows of the room, I noticed an adult man with his head in a book. I knock on the window pane. <<s Eric>>What are you doing?<</s>> My friend asked from behind me. <<s Author>>You told me to flash my bra. You never said who to.<</s>> I reminded him, as the man looked at me. Up came my top, revealing the bra underneath and a beautiful vision to a complete stranger. That guy ate it all up, while <<light Eric>> found himself obstructed from any view. <<s Eric>>Unfair!<</s>> He exclaimed, dejected. I smiled to myself at the development, glad to have a man react to me the way that one was, smiling and giving me a thumbs up. I lowered my top, winked at the man, and turned towards my friend. <<s Author>>Better luck next time!<</s>> I told him, gathering myself to leave. <<s Eric>>Unfair.<</s>> He repeated himself. <<s Author>>I'll see you around, Eric.<</s>> It was so much fun toying with the guy. I really looked forward to having him follow me around in worship. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Flash a stranger my bra" "Not cucked <img src='images/icons/cuck.png'> enough.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Back down from the challenge">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I wasn't ready for such a big move, and I didn't want to risk doing such a thing in the library most of all. I chose to pass on the challenge. <<s Author>>I'm not doing this.<</s>> <<light Eric>> was quick to apologize. <<s Eric>>Oh I'm sorry. I crossed a line.<</s>> <<s Author>>Maybe. But I'm not comfortable doing this. You win or whatever.<</s>> He slumped down. <<s Eric>>It doesn't feel like I won.<</s>> He said, obviously dejected. Awkwardness seeped into the air for a few moments. <<s Author>>Well... I got things to do and places I need to be. I guess I'll see you around?<</s>> I announced, standing up. He stood up immediately too. <<s Eric>>Yes, of course. I'll see you around. Sorry again.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it.<</s>> We each headed our own way, <<light Eric>> feeling really awkward about this whole thing, and rightfully so. He lacks a backbone, that's for sure. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<div id='continue'><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Samuel>>Hey <<print $name>>... Got some time to hangout?<</s>> My friend asked me, flashing me his biggest smile. <<s Author>>Nice seeing you here, Samu!<</s>> I said. <<s Samuel>>Let's grab a drink.<</s>> He said. The way he liked to take charge could have been grating, but it wasn't like he demanded it. It was just a request. I went with him as we headed towards Cremart. <<link "Seated at the coffee shop">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "events/meevents/samuel25-talk.jpg" "Talking to Samuel">> <<s Author>>Get out of here!<</s>> I laughed out loud at the punchline of his story. <<s Samuel>>That's exactly what I did, just stood and left.<</s>> <<s Author>>What does that mean for your application?<</s>> I asked. <<s Samuel>>If he truly thinks that he can shake me down for my parents' money, he has something else coming to him.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yet you're fine paying for my drink here.<</s>> I called him out on his insistence on paying for what I asked for. <<s Samuel>>I don't care that you work here or not. Sure, discount or not, it doesn't matter. What's right is right after all.<</s>> He explained his point of view. <<s Author>>Is it because I'm a lady, and you a man?<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Call me traditional, but it's not entirely about that. Let's just say that my parents taught me a certain way and I agree to that teaching.<</s>> I could respect that. A convicted man with a code of conduct. He saw that respect. <<s Samuel>>And that look, right there.<</s>> He pointed it out. <<s Samuel>>That's why I do this.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>I never asked of the school where you were at before you came to us.<</s>> I said to him. He smiled. <<s Samuel>>We never truly hung out.<</s>> He excused me. <<s Samuel>>Probably my fault if I'm being honest.<</s>> <<s Author>>Alright. Consider me asking now.<</s>> A sly smile appeared on his face. <<s Samuel>>I still talk to almost all of them. My "old friends", that is. We're close.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes but you never answered my question.<</s>> I slyly said, smiling at him. <<s Samuel>>My parents keep moving. And I have to keep up to their demands. Hopefully I'll stay at this school before the year ends.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's senior year, you might leave?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Samuel>>My father's job is quite demanding honestly.<</s>> He explained. I let myself show the emotions I needed to hide. My face turned into a frown. <<s Samuel>>Please, don't show me that face. It's exhausting trying to console all of the people I meet. Especially the good girls like you.<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>I didn't know I was a good girl.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Samuel>>You'll be surprised how many ladies I've met are not quite... Good.<</s>> He said himself. <<s Author>>I don't know what to say to that...<</s>> He received a message on his phone, looked at it for a moment, before moving his eyes up to me. <<s Samuel>>It was a pleasure spending time with you.<</s>> He said curtously as he stood. <<s Samuel>>Duty calls.<</s>> He smiled. <<s Author>>Father?<</s>> I asked him as I stood to tell him goodbye. <<s Samuel>>Yes.<</s>> I gave him a hug, and he returned it, his hand firm on my back. Almost possessive, but not quite. <<s Author>>I'll see you around, Samu.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>Not if I see you first!<</s>> He moved away, disappearing from sight soon thereafter. I sat there thinking of the conversation we had. That man was layered, and the things he'd been showing before were nothing near the side of him he's shown now... There was definitely much more to him than met the eyes. <<link "Move on" "creamart">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

/* A Stepfather's Interest - When I visit Eric's home to study together, I am faced with an interesting conversation with his step-father... */ <<if visited(passage()) is 1>> <<pichead "events/ericevents/studying-me.jpg" "Studying in his room">> Already in our places, me lying on his bed and him on a nearby couch, we got to work trying to memorize the lesson for class, him struggling as I tried to test him on his knowledge. <<s Eric>>The powerhorse of the cell?<</s>> <<s Author>>Look, if we stay like this there is no way you'll be able to get the grade you need to.<</s>> I said, somewhat frustrated. <<s Eric>>Hey, that's why I asked you to come and help me. You're a nerd, you're supposed to know this shit.<</s>> He said. I faked a shocked expression, which immediately got another reaction out of him. <<s Eric>>Don't get me wrong. I like nerds. Nerds are cute.<</s>> He said, somehow excusing his words. <<s Author>>At least nerds know how to study!<</s>> I teased him, seeing his face immediately drop sad. <<s Author>>Awww don't be too sad!<</s>> <<s Eric>>How am I supposed to know what these are. And what use is it if I study those? I won't use them!<</s>> The man said dejectedly. <<s Author>>What do you want to do when you grow up?<</s>> I wanted to find use in what we were learning For his future endeavors. <<s Eric>>I'll probably be working with my stepfather, he already offered to teach me everything I'll need to know.<</s>> My friend explained. <<s Author>>Well I don't really know what he does, but I'm sure that knowing what the mitochondria is would be essential in your future endeavors.<</s>> I joked. <<s Eric>>Yeah that'll help me balance the books when I take over the franchise.<</s>> My friend teased. <<s Author>>Franchise?<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Eric>>Are we going to study or not?<</s>> My friend was frustrated again. Moving back to the lesson, after a while, I noticed that my friend was back to being distracted, his line of sight not quite on me but lower on the bed. Trying to follow it, I noticed that he was looking at my feet... Possibly creepy, possibly mindless and unintentional... And I wanted to know which it was... Although maybe the best option was to simply ignore the whole thing? <<picmid "events/ericevents/feet-onbed.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/x.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Move them around seductively">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<less "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/ericevents/feet-inair.jpg">> Adjusting the way I sat, I teasingly started swaying my feet back and forth seductively, trying to catch his attention and maybe tease him with it. My friend didn't notice my purposeful playfulness, his attention completely taken by my feet and the movement they carried. This brought an interesting insight to me about his likings, and probably weirded me out for a bit. I decided not to call him out on it. After all, my feet were quite pretty if I was to look at them objectively... <<picmid "classes/arts-project/bet-boyslose-feet.jpg">> Was he really attracted to the lowest point in my body? <<link "Head downstairs for water" "Eric Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Hide them from sight">><<less "subdom" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/ericevents/studying-him.jpg">> As his tutor for the day, it was my responsibility to get <<light Eric>> back on track from his distracted stare. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked him, putting my feet back under the covers. His distraction subsided, <<light Eric>> was back to studying with me, answering my questions. Was he really looking at my feet? No, he was simply empty headed for a moment. Was I learning as much as he was while that study session happened? Yes, I probably was. All in all, we were doing good progress in our lessons. <<link "Head downstairs for water" "Eric Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Benoit>>Eric's Stepfather<</pic>> As I made my way to the kitchen, I was greeted with the topless figure of <<light Eric>>'s stepfather, a vision of masculinity that held no shyness. After hearing about the enigmatic and influential man for so long, I was finally face to face with him. <<s Benoit>>I never caught your name.<</s>> He was making do without the formalities, and I had a deep appreciation for that. <<s Author>>It's <<print $name>>, Mr. Benoit.<</s>> <<s Benoit>>Interesting to see someone of your age hold respect like that.<</s>> He commented, welcoming me into the space. <<picmid "events/ericevents/benoit-standing.jpg">> <<s Author>>Is it not normal to respect your elders, sir?<</s>> <<s Benoit>>I'll have to praise Eric for keeping with his promise to only bring worthy people to our house.<</s>> He said, giving me a closer look now that I've peaked his interest. <<s Author>>Eric is lucky to have you around. And he knows it.<</s>> I praised the man back. Two can play this game. As I went to fill a cup from the cupboard, I felt his eyes on me. <<picmid "events/ericevents/benoit-staring1.jpg">> The man was married to <<light Eric>>'s mother, but straying eyes never hurt nobody, right? He had no qualms in taking in what I had to offer, not afraid to take what he could. <<s Benoit>>That kind of respect... Are your parents around?<</s>> he asked. A direct question, too direct maybe all things considered. I barely turned towards him as I answered him. <<picmid "events/ericevents/benoit-staring2.jpg">> <<s Author>>My mother is abroad, my father is dead, I live alone.<</s>> Boom. Everything he needed to know in one sentence, blurted out without care of images. Take it or leave it, I was confident in my first impression to give him what he wanted. <<s Benoit>>It's not usual for me to be speechless. But that was damn close.<</s>> He said in a jokingly manner, immediately alleaviating the pressure of the moment. <<s Benoit>>You've went beyond the challenges life has placed on you. That's admirable.<</s>> He said as I turned towards him, now cup filled. <<s Benoit>>If you ever need anything, someone to call if things go bad, don't hesitate to reach out to me.<</s>> He said, moving to the counter himself to pull a card and hand it over to me. I looked at it. <h2>Benoit Gladstone- Creamart, Owner</h2> I looked back up at him. <<s Author>>You're the owner of creamart?<</s>> I was flabbergasted at the revelation. <<s Benoit>>You thought it'd be Jordan?<</s>> He smiled. <<s Benoit>>The man is a great manager. I couldn't blame you thinking that.<</s>> I took a moment to take in the information. <<s Author>>Thank you sir.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Benoit>>Good girl. Very respectful.<</s>> He was quite happy with my deference... //Would I ever use that number he gave me? Probably in the most extreme circumstances only... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "events/ericevents/event4-picnic.jpg" "A picnic, a date!">> <<s Author>>So it is a date!<</s>> I called out to my friend, who had finally admitted what this hangout was. <<s Eric>>I mean I brought the cheese and the wine, and I even brought a carpet!<</s>> He said. <<s Author>>Yes... The carpet does make it a date.<</s>> I said, smiling at him. <<s Eric>>I hope I didn't offend.<</s>> He said, somewhat backtracking. <<s Author>>Eric. Being a gentleman is cool and all, but you don't have to always be... So mindful. You do know that I can speak out if something annoys me.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Well yes, but-<</s>> <<s Author>>And I trust that you'll respect my boundaries once these are made apparent.<</s>> I continued, cutting him off. He kept his tongue, and nodded. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>It is a beautiful date.<</s>> I admitted to him. <<s Author>>Though I have to ask, where did you get the wine from?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Why? Is it bad?<</s>> He asked, worried again. <<s Author>>No Eric. It's just illegal for our age.<</s>> I replied. <<s Eric>>Blame my father then!<</s>> He joked. <<s Eric>>My stepdad, I mean.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh.<</s>> I remembered my encounter with the guy the last time I was over at <<light Eric>>'s place, the way he looked at me... <<s Eric>>When he knew it was for the date with you, he practically forced me to get this wine.<</s>> So it wasn't him that decided on the wine. It was his father. And the wine tasted awesome. <<s Eric>>He said you'd like it.<</s>> I smiled. <<s Author>>I do. He knows his liquor.<</s>> My date smiled, then saw it fit to speak up: <<s Eric>>He has a whole cabinet, it's his thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>I thought his thing was being the owner of creamart!<</s>> I said. <<s Eric>>He hopes to open a bar in town soon. It should be open by April.<</s>> My friend explained. A bar, in town... That would be quite the interesting location. We have been missing excitement. <<s Eric>>Actually it's opening right nearby. On the other side of Pillory Road from the park.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's close to my house!<</s>> Our conversation was engaging. But like usual, it seemed that every time I hung out with my friend, the conversation shifted back to his father... The man casted a large shadow, and <<light Eric>> seemed to like the safety of life under it, alongside his mother. Not that he didn't have motivations of his own, but he was yet to actualize them. <<s Mark>>Excuse me... May I interject for a moment?<</s>> We turned to look at who the stranger was... <<link "His face is familiar" "Eric Event 4">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Mark>><</pic>>Standing in front of us, the stranger that lurked near the valentine event of the school looked down at us. <<if $valentine.hasAny("talkedtodealer", "drug", "shadydealdone", "noshadydealdone")>>I recognized him instantly, as did he me. And I urged him, with my eyes, to not divulge any such information in front of my date for the evening.<</if>> <<s Mark>>Truly sorry to be interjecting, you're obviously having a lovely date.<</s>> The stranger spoke, charismatic. Neither of us replied with an answer. <<s Mark>>It's just, you both are students at Egrogry, right?<</s>> I nodded my head, confirming what he already knew. <<s Mark>>May I talk to you, privately?<</s>> He asked me specifically, his eyes drilling into mine. This man was trouble, but then again, engaging with him away from <<light Eric>> might keep him out of the loop on whatever was going on... <div id='choices'><<if $cuck lte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Look to Eric to help me">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked to my date, knowing that he'd have my back and keep the stranger away. He caught on. <<s Eric>>Hey man, if you have something to say, we can both hear it.<</s>> H said, dilomatic yet making it clear that Id be staying where I am. I liked that side of him. <<s Mark>>Oh tough guy I see you.<</s>> He smirks, <<s Mark>>Don't worry, I wasn't planning on stealing your girl.<</s>> His sickening smile seemed to have its impact on <<light Eric>>, who somewhat moved to size him up. <<s Eric>>Do we have a problem here?<</s>> <<s Mark>>I don't know, do we?<</s>> The two men sized each other up. The tension was through the roof, the situation extremely volatile... <<s Samuel>>Is everything okay here?<</s>> <<light Samuel>> was nearby, and noticed the tense moment. The stranger looked at him, and backed down. <<s Mark>>It's all good here. All good.<</s>> He retreated, still smirking. He looked at me one final time. <<s Mark>>I'll see you around babe.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Count on it, buddy.<</s>> Thankfully, the tension subsided. It seems that <<light Eric>> has an aggressive side to him after all... I looked at <<light Samuel>>, who was walking away. It's not only when I'm with him that <<light Eric>> is around. It seems like the situation is reciprocated too. //That's an odd coincidence...// <<link "Move along" "Eric Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Look to Eric, hoping he'll help me">><<add "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>>I looked to my date, hoping he'd intervene on my behalf. <<light Eric>> took a breather before deciding to speak up: <<s Eric>>Hey man, if you wanna talk, maybe you can do with both of us...<</s>> He wasn't so sure of himself. And the stranger picked up on it. <<s Mark>>Hey don't be a mysogynist, let the lad speak for herself yeah?<</s>> He said teasingly. <<s Eric>>I.. I'm not being a mysogynist.<</s>> My friend was struggling. <<s Mark>>Hush now. The adults are talking.<</s>> With that failure, my friend remained calm, and I felt more pressed to make a decision. //Why can't Eric stand up for himself?//<</linkreplace>><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Deny him my company">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The stranger was not owed my company or attention, and I needed to make that clear to him: <<s Author>>I'm sorry, but no. We're in the middle of something.<</s>> I said to him. <<light Eric>> looked at me, impressed by how steadfast I was. He might be happy I was prioritizing him, but I could see a hint of insecurity appear on his face. He was supposed to stand up for me, right? <<s Mark>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Author>>Did I stutter?<</s>> I intently said to the man, who took the hint and moved away. As I looked at him walk off, I noticed <<light Samuel>> a bit further afield, waving at the two of us, before moving along. It's not only when I'm with him that <<light Eric>> is around. It seems like the situation is reciprocated too. //That's an odd coincidence...// <<link "Move along" "Eric Event 4">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Deny him my company" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>He can talk to us both">><<add "Eric" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured the best option was to stay with <<light Eric>> there, and listen to what the man had to say. <<s Author>>You can talk to us both, no problem.<</s>> I could see my friend was grateful that I'd stay with him there, while the man felt frustrated by my actions. <<s Mark>>Very well. I can read the room.<</s>> He said, his tone a bit more serious, despite him wanting to pass it off as playful. <<s Mark>>I'll see you around when you're not on a date with whiteboi here.<</s>> He said, showing his pearly whites. <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I said, appreciative of the space he was giving us. As he walked away, he passed by a <<light Samuel>> who noticed our presence, and waved at us, before moving along. I waved back at him. It wasn't only when I'm with him that <<light Eric>> is around. It seems like the situation is reciprocated too. //That's an odd coincidence...// <<link "Move along" "Eric Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Agree to talk to him aside">><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured it wouldn't hurt to see what the man wanted to talk about. Besides, it's not like <<light Eric>> had exclusive rights to my attention! I stood up and followed the man aside, seeing his smile widen as he saw me follow along, eager to have me for his own. <<s Mark>>I can't understand what you're doing with him. You're too hot for this.<</s>> He said. I gave him half a smile. <<s Author>>Is this what you wanted to talk about?<</s>> I asked him. <<s Mark>>Look, you're a student at Egrogry, and I'm someone who's looking to expand my... influence. I'm offring partnership. Work. Cash.<</s>> He clearly stated. This was an important moment. The man was proposing something that was most probably illegal. <<s Author>>What will I have to do?<</s>> I needed all the information if I needed to make a decision. <<s Mark>>Now's not the time to talk about that. You'll meet me at the park later and we'll discuss it.<</s>> He said. <<s Mark>>Are you in?<</s>> I'd be diving into the deep end if I agreed to his proposal... //Who knew what this man had in plan for me? I could always back away after all though, right?// <div id='choices2'><<if $open gte 60>><<link "Wouldn't hurt to try">><<pickup $work "DealerWork" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I thought about the proposal, and couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through me... <<s Author>>It wouldn't hurt to try out what you're proposing... Count me in.<</s>> His smile was wide, as he licked his lips. <<s Mark>>This is the start of a fantastic patrnership. Wait till they find out about this.<</s>> He claimed, smiling wide. Then he looked at my date behind me, and his face turned serious quickly. <<s Mark>>I'll be around the park. Find me so we can start.<</s>> He claimed, his hand landing on my shoulder. <<s Mark>>And keep this between us.<</s>> With that, he walked away, his steps rapid as he moved with agility. As I turned to look at my date for the day, I noticed <<light Samuel>> was with him, and both were looking at me. <<s Samuel>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My friend asked me. <<s Author>>Yeah yeah, all good.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>What did he want?<</s>> He asked. His tone was inquisitive, I felt like I was being interrogated. <<s Author>>Nothing important.<</s>> I waved it off. <<light Samuel>> nodded, his smile returning to his face. <<s Samuel>>Well I'll leave you two to it!<</s>> He claimed as he walked away in the opposite direction. It wasn't only when I'm with him that <<light Eric>> is around. It seems like the situation is reciprocated too. //It felt odd, him being here...// <<link "Move along" "Eric Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Wouldn't hurt to try" "Not open enough (60)">><</if>> <<link "Think about it longer...">><<replace "#choices2">>I thought about his proposal. I didn't know what I'd be agreeing to, and I didn't know what it entailed. What would it mean to go into a choice like that lacking? The man, on edge, looked behind me to where <<light Eric>> was, and decided to switch tactics. <<s Mark>>Look. I'll be around the park sometimes. If you change your mind and wanna work for me, just come and find me.<</s>> He said, moving away. As I turned to look at my date for the day, I noticed <<light Samuel>> was with him, and both were looking at me. <<s Samuel>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My friend asked me. <<s Author>>Yeah yeah, all good.<</s>> <<s Samuel>>What did he want?<</s>> He asked. His tone was inquisitive, I felt like I was being interrogated. <<s Author>>Nothing important.<</s>> I waved it off. <<light Samuel>> nodded, his smile returning to his face. <<s Samuel>>Well I'll leave you two to it!<</s>> He claimed as he walked away in the opposite direction. It wasn't only when I'm with him that <<light Eric>> is around. It seems like the situation is reciprocated too. //It felt odd, him being here...// <<link "Move along" "Eric Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Early unlock to this storyline - it'll still be available at a later date">></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "events/ericevents/event4-walkback.jpg" "Walking back home">> Walking alongside <<light Eric>> in the direction of my house, I felt a palpable tension in the air. We had spend some fun times together, and things were coming to a head. And now, as we got closer and closer to my home, there was a pregnant silence in the air. <<s Eric>>I want-<</s>> <<s Author>>I-<</s>> <<s Eric>>Go ahead.<</s>> <<s Author>>No you go ahead.<</s>> My date took a breather before talking. <<s Eric>>I am lucky to have spent this afternoon with you. You're a lot of fun and it's nice to go back to this... good relationship.<</s>> He complimented me, hoping he was kind enough. <<s Author>>I had fun too. You haven't changed one bit.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Hey I've grown a beard since then.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're still the happy kid I've grown up with.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eric>>I've grown.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh really?<</s>> I turned towards him, to face him. He stopped to look at me as well. <<s Eric>>I have.<</s>> He looked at me, then looked down at my lips. Then back up to my eyes. There it was, the reason behind the tension, finally made apparent, clear. And his look made my heart beat but a bit faster... Would I go down that path? <<picmid "events/ericevents/event4-tension.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Kiss him">><<add "Eric" 4>><<replace "#choices">><<pichalf "events/ericevents/event4-kiss.jpg">> My liops attacked his, this man who'd obviously changed in the past few years. And he didn't hesitate to kiss me back himself, the playful banter snuffed out as our lips were silenced against one another's. A passionate, deep kiss that would end our beautiful date, hands holding one another tenderly. My <<light Eric>> was a safe space that I could count on. The tension grew into a new kind, now that we did something about it, in the middle of that walkway headed to my place. His lips were rough, yet kind in their kisses, and mine were glad to trade these with them. His hands held me firmly, close, and made me feel safe. And he respected my boundaries, only kissing back, but kissing back good. We separated, hand in hand and walking home. <<s Author>>I'll see you around, Eric.<</s>> I said with a timid smile. <<s Eric>>You can count on it.<</s>> <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Keep him on edge, then kiss him">><<add "Eric" 2>><<add "cuck" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I felt the pressure in the air, and knew what that meant. That meant control. Playfulness. <<s Author>>Oh yeah? How can you prove it?<</s>> I asked him. His features softened as he thought of how to answer the question, and I smiled to myself at this shift. He then turned serious again as he came up with some sort of comeback. <<s Eric>>I don't need to prove myself to you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure you don't... All grown up, no balls to seize the opportunity to prove you've grown.<</s>> <<s Eric>>And you can prove it?<</s>> <<s Author>>In mere seconds.<</s>> I replied, knowing full well that he was trying to trick me into it. <<s Eric>>Do it then.<</s>> I moved dangerously close to his face, my lips inches away from his, really really close. And he caught his breath in anticipation. His lips parted, ready to welcome me. And mine remained distant, teasingly. He remained like that, the prey of my predatory glances, waiting in anticipation. And I smiled. <<s Author>>I've grown, wouldn't you agree?<</s>> He nodded. I gave him a soft kiss. <<pichalf "events/ericevents/event4-kiss.jpg">> He tried reciprocating, and I stopped him. <<s Author>>No no no. My pace.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay.<</s>> He said. I placed my hand against the front of his jeans. And indeed, what I expected to find was there. Pushing softly against the inside of his clothing, an erection that was fighting to make itself known. <<s Author>>I don't think I can deny, you're growing.<</s>> I said, mocking the words and himself. And he moaned softly, accepting this control that I have taken. I smiled wider. <<s Author>>You might have grown up, but there's so much to learn sweet Eric.<</s>> I teased him as I moved away, walking back towards my home. <<s Author>>I'll see you around, Eric.<</s>> I said with a playful smile. <<s Eric>>Oh I look forward to it.<</s>> He admitted, blushing at the way our date had ended. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $cuck gte 10>><<link "Playfully mock him">><<add "cuck" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Oh really?<</s>> I said in a sultry voice. <<s Author>>I find that hard to believe...<</s>> My musing, twirling my hair in the process, made it obvious I wouldn't fal for the tension that existed. A tension that he was very well falling for. <<s Eric>>I swear I did!<</s>> Boom. Just like that, he had lost all power in that conversation, giving it all freely to me. He might have thought himself to be grown, but he was acting like someone waiting for another to accept it in him, admit it for him, he was waiting for permission to call himself a grown up. And I would not be the one giving him that permission. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay to be a disadvantaged person. You're still an adolescent after all.<</s>> I'd hold that right over him for however long I liked, since he ceded that power to me, and through it... Get him to exactly where I wanted him to get. He put his head down, sulking. And I placed my finger under his chin, lifting his head to look into his eyes. A soft touch. <<s Author>>You're not defeated yet, Eric. But you soon might be if you do not accept that you should prove yourself to me.<</s>> I warned him, toying with the underside of his chin. <<s Author>>Keep spiralling, and soon you'll have only me to save you babe. Watch out.<</s>> I warned him, and instead of hardening at the threat, he softened, accepting my guidance. Delectable. I saw he even pushed a bit against his pants at that soft touch. //Oh my.// He definitely has not grown... <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Playfully mock him" "Not controlling him enough (10)">><</if>></div> <</if>>

Walking down the hallway and smiling to <<light Eric>> standing some ways away, I don't notice a bag left about by one of the students as I trip over it head over heels. <<pichalf "events/ericevents/cuck10-1.jpg">>I'm sure the sight was one to be cherished by many, as I struggled to understand what had happened... It was beyond comical, with a few individuals laughing at what had happened to me. <<light Eric>> was quick to rush to my aid, him not laughing but rather stoic in the face. <<s Eric>>Hey are you okay?<</s>> My friend asked as he helped me stand. <<picmid "events/ericevents/cuck10-2.jpg">><<s Author>>Yeah I'm fine.<</s>> I answered him, still trying to gather my bearings. <<light Eric>> went about collecting my books for me as I tried to situate myself a bit better. <<s Eric>>Here you go.<</s>> He said as he handed me the papers, trying to busy himself with them. <<s Author>>I... Thank you.<</s>> I said. Then I noticed it... His hands covered the front of his pants. <<picmid "events/ericevents/cuck10-3.jpg">>He had a boner, and was trying to conceal it! Looking back up at him, I noticed the blush on his face as he tried to apologize for a moment, before deciding to just turn around and walk away. He drifted into the bathrooms slowly thereafter. //Did I... Did I flash him, causing that erection?? Was it that easy to get this man going?// <center><<link "Move along" "School">><</link>></center>

<<s Author>>Hey Eric! Feel like hanging out after school?<</s>> Although I liked playing hard to get with my friend, there were some times where I did appreciate his presence, and this was one of those times where I looked forward to it. <<s Eric>>I don't think... I don't think it'll be a good idea. I'm not at my best right now.<</s>> He admitted to me. Being turned down from the person I'm supposed to be leading on? Something was off. <<s Author>>What's got you thinking so hard?<</s>> I asked his in a straightforward manner. <<s Eric>>It's nothing big... It's just... My ex - of sorts.<</s>> I remembered he had mentioned of her presence, and that one picture I saw on social media. This girl has him worked up, and that had me intrigued. <<s Author>>What seems to be the issue?<</s>> I asked him as I sat him down on a bench, taking my seat next to him. <<s Eric>>We were never officially together, and when I moved it's like there wasn't anything there.<</s>> <<s Author>>But haven't you also kind of moved on?<</s>> Something didn't quite add up in this whole situation. I thought he had forgotten all about his old school. I thought, with the way he looked at me... <<s Eric>>I thought I did. But knowing from her that she has as well... And a bit better than I have...<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Author>>What has she told you?<</s>> I asked him, looking to satiate my curiosity. <<s Eric>>She... I've been telling her about the friends I have made here, and she's told me about-<</s>> He hesitated. <<s Eric>>Look I don't know how to put into words the whole situation... It's complicated.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>I have time.<</s>> I replied back. <<s Eric>>There was this guy, back at my old school. The typical alpha jock male with balls of steel. This kind of guy.<</s>> He explained. <<s Eric>>We've always been on opposite ends of any conversation, and back then she'd always stand with me.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Now that I'm gone... Things have changed for her. She's starting to get closer to him. She tells me that we had gotten him wrong, that he's changed a lot ever since I left. That he's had new years resolutions and that he's working on them... It's all a lot.<</s>> This enigmatic man... He didn't seem to be simply a rival. He probably was my friend's bully. And him being closer to his not-ex is definitely having an effect on <<light Eric>>... This was an interesting turn of events. <<s Author>>What does it matter to you what's happening between them? Haven't you moved on?<</s>> I asked him, trying to understand truly what was impacting him. <<s Eric>>I'm not sure what it is. I shouldn't be caring that much about their friendship... But part of me feels like he's doing this on purpose, to get back at me somehow. And what's between us is over but I still care about her you know... It's only normal to.<</s>> The man truly had conflicting emotions. And him sharing those with me told me how much he was feeling comfortable around me. This meant I'd have important influence over what he might think about it all and how to react... Influence that I could use to my advantage... <<picmid "events/ericevents/eric-jia-lost.jpg">><div id='choices'><<link "You need to move on.">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Life throws its curved balls at us, Eric. And sometimes, we just need to choose the games we participate in.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>In all simplicity, you need to move on.<</s>> My friend thought of what I said, a wisdom he wasn't expecting, and nodded. <<s Eric>>You're right.<</s>> He said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>And you're better off not giving away energy thinking about them.<</s>> I replied. My friend thought a bit longer, befor smiling with a nod. Seems like he's on the right track now. //If I am to be toying with him and making him obsess over me, I'd rather he thinks only of me, not his not-ex.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>It's their right to do what they want.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly Eric, you're no longer there and these two have lives of their own. It's their right to do with it what they want...<</s>> I said clearly. <<s Eric>>I know, I know. I just can't help feeling the way I do is all.<</s>> My friend replied. <<s Author>>That kind of thinking will only hurt you, Eric. Live and let live. Time to obsess over someone else, closer.<</s>> I said, teasing him with a nudge at the shoulder. //If I am to be toying with him and making him obsess over me, I'd rather he thinks only of me, not his not-ex.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Your bully has the upper hand now. That's okay.">><<add "cuck" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>The way I see it, Eric, you lost.<</s>> I said. He looked at me confused. <<s Author>>Your bully has the upper hand now and is probably going to start dating your not-ex.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>And that's okay.<</s>> <<s Eric>>How is that okay?<</s>> He didn't deny that the man was indeed his bully, and I was quick to notice that. <<s Author>>The man might've changed for the better, proved himself to her, and after all, you were never anything official you and her. It's her right to do with her body as she wants, no?<</s>> I asked him teasingly. <<s Eric>>Of course... I guess.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's what you get, that's the loss you receive.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>And that's okay. Now all we can do is watch.<</s>> My friend's eyes grew wide, yet he listened intently to my manipulations. <<s Eric>>I guess you're right.<</s>> //He was like putty in my hand, and I was molding him exactly in the way I wanted him. This sense of power was amazing.// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>><<set $metEric to true>> Saluting me from a distance, a person I do not recognize seemed happy to see me, despite... //Wait... The man looks somewhat familiar...// Approaching this stranger, I can't seem to understand what he would want with me. Something about him is slightly offputting, as he looks at me with a familiarity that I do not recognize or understand. <<s Eric>><<print $name>>! It's so good to see you again!<</s>> He goes to hug me, and I awkwardly allow him to do so. //Who is that guy?// Looking at me again, he sees that I do not recognize him, and shuckles awkwardly. <<s Eric>>Oh my god, this is so awkward. You don't recognize me.<</s>> Unable to come up with an act, I admit it to him. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I don't really recognize you from any of my classes...<</s>> <<s Eric>>That would make sense, I'm not in any of them.<</s>> What kind of freak is this? Has he followed me here to school? <<s Eric>>No don't get me wrong, I know you from way earlier. Do you remember the weird, nerdy looking guy with odd eyeglasses who used to be obsessed with comics when you were in middle school?<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh my god, Eric?? Is that you?<</s>> There is no way that the person in front of me is the same kid that used to sit in the corner of the class, made fun of for being different, and who this one time... <<s Eric>>Yes, it is! It's so good to see you here, I knew coming back would be good for me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Back?<</s>> <<s Eric>>Yeah, my family and I were gone for a few years to Europe for my father's job, and now we're back<</s>> he said nonchallantly, something hiding behind the statement masterfully. <<s Author>>Wow. I can't believe this! Well you're gonna like it here, don't worry.<</s>> <<s Eric>>I'm glad to hear that. It's really great seeing you here.<</s>> He takes a small beat before adding: <<s Eric>>I'm sorry I already said that, didn't I?<</s>> I shuckle softly, then look up at him. <<s Author>>It's good to see you too!<</s>> <<s Eric>>We gotta do something together sometime, what do you say?<</s>> <<s Author>>Count me in. I'd love it.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Cool. I'll keep in touch and maybe see you around.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wait let me get your number first<</s>> I smile at him as we exchange numbers, before each heading our way. <<picmid "events/ericevents/event0-number-exchange.jpg">> //What a small world!// <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>>

<<silently>><<repeat 1s>><<updatemeter 'Eric Friendship' `$Eric / $maxeric`>><</repeat>><</silently>><<set $metericday to true>><<if $metEric is false>><<include "Eric First Meeting">><<else>><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/eric.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgeri2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Eric'' <img src='images/icons/cuck.png'> His Acceptance: <<print $cuck>> <<showmeter 'Eric Friendship' `$Eric / $maxeric`>></center></p></div> My childhood friend <<light Eric>> is eager to meet me.<<if $Eric gte $maxeric>><br>My friendship with him has reached its peak, I need to do something special to evolve it now.<</if>> <div id="talking"><div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">''The Usual Stuff'': </div><div class="col-6">''One-Off Scenes'': </div></div> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>></div></center><</if>>

<<if $metEric is false>><<elseif $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonly.count('Eric Statement') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Something on his mind...'>" "EricBlackOnlyStatement">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'Eric Statement' 1>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.hasAll('Progress', 'EricTalk1')>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Eric wants to talk about Valentine'>" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><<add "Eric" 3>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.hasAny('Announced', 'Progress') and visited("Eric Valentine Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about the valentine event'>" "Eric Valentine Talk">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eric gte 10 and $ericevent is 0 and $ericmessagepre != 3 and visited("EricMall") gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Hang out sometime?'>" "Eric Pre-Vent 1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $cuck gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Cuck30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Ask him to hangout'>" "Cuck 30 Scene">><<add "Eric" 3>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Cuck30" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eric Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eric Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100px' title='Hangout with Eric'>" "School">><<add "Eric" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eric Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $metEric is false>><<elseif $Eric gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("EricEventat5") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='He is in a rush'>" "Eric Event 0">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "EricEventat5" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eric gte 10 and $ericevent is 0 and $ericmessagepre != 3>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Hang out sometime?'>" "Eric Pre-Vent 1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonly.count('Eric Statement') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='Something on his mind...'>" "EricBlackOnlyStatement">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $blackonly 'Eric Statement' 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eric Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eric Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='70px' title='Hangout with Eric'>" "Park">><<add "Eric" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eric Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> Hanging out with <<light Eric>> is always fun, and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished much, our friendship did benefit from our time together!

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Hey Eric, how's everything?<</s>> <<s Eric>>All good!<</s>> He kept giving furtive glances at me, something was playing around in his mind. <<s Eric>>Hey <<print $name>>... Feel like hanging around sometime?<</s>> He asked, doe-eyed. <<s Author>>Sure! Why don't you send me a message when you're free and we'll sort something out?<</s>> I smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back. <<link "Move along" $return>><<set $ericmessagepre to 3>><</link>>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Eric>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Eric>> is an old middle school friend who recently came back into my life. He lives alone with his mom, and she's recently been seeing someone new. I have a feeling, though unconfirmed, that he's into me. I'm still to see where that would lead us... <<if $club.has("DnD")>>I have decided to join his DnD games with his friends, Fridays between 4 and 6PM.<br><<elseif $club.has("noDnD")>>I have rejected his offer to join his DnD games and meet his friends.<br><<elseif $Eric gte 10 and $ericevent is 0>>I have yet to get to know him more. It seems to me that he doesn't have that many friends...<</if>> <div id='info'></div></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Eric>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management">''Milestones'': <<if $ericevent gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $ericevent is 0 and $Eric gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Talk to him about a hangout">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $ericevent gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $ericevent is 1 and $Eric gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Meet him at the library">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $ericevent gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $ericevent is 2 and $Eric gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Visit him at home">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $ericevent gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $ericmessagepost is 7>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Visit him at the park on Sunday">><<elseif $ericevent is 3 and $Eric gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - He'll send us a message soon">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $ericevent gte 5>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $ericevent is 4 and $Eric gte 50>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Not Implemented Yet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $ericevent gte 6>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $ericevent is 5 and $Eric gte 60>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Meet at park on Friday Evening">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Improve the friendship">><</if>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Cuck10")>><<dark "☑" "Cucking Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $cuck gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 10 - Meet Samuel at School">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 10 - Make more cucking choices">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Cuck20")>><<dark "☑" "Cucking Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cuck gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 20 - Have some alone fun at home (masturbate)">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 20 - Make more cucking choices">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Cuck30")>><<dark "☑" "Cucking Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $cuck gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 30 - Meet him at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Cucking Milestone 30 - Make more cucking choices">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("SamuelEric") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Conflict of Interest") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Soccer Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Soccer Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Secret Messages") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Secret Messages Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Secret Messages Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 0>><<dark "☐" "Music Video Dancing Class - Unfinished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 1>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Dancing Class - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<dark "■" "I chose another team for the Music Video Project">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Group choice for next month.">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if visited("BLM") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM First Event">><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☐" "See the first BLM Event at the HRC">><<elseif $club.has('HRC Denied')>><<dark "■" "I haven't joined the HRC">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>><<if visited("BLM") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Second Event">><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☐" "See the second BLM Event at the HRC">><<elseif $club.has('HRC Denied')>><<dark "■" "I haven't joined the HRC">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>><<if visited("EricBlackOnlyStatement") is 1>><<dark "☑" "Special Black Only Event">><<else>><</if>> <<if $club.has("DnD")>><<dark "☑" "DnD Content - Unlocked">><<elseif $club.has("no DnD")>><<dark "■" "DnD Content - Locked">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DnD Content - Improve the friendship">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and visited("Group Project 2") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Project - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Unfinished">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Upcoming Month">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "I chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center>

<<pic Eric>><</pic>> Approaching me, <<light Eric>> seemed to struggle to find the right way to say what he'd been thinking about. <<s Author>>You seem burdened, what's up?<</s>> I asked him, interested in hearing what he wanted to say. <<s Eric>>It's just that... I saw the HRC video...<</s>> I immediately understood what he meant by it. I had claimed to be black only in that video, and it's been making its rounds around the school it seems. <<s Author>>Yes, and?<</s>> I wanted him to vocalize it. Say what had been bothering him clearly. <<s Eric>>Are you sure that's the best decision you could take? I mean... I don't want to be insensitive but it's kind of weird, isn't it?<</s>> He was giving me control, and I had the choice on whether or not I wanted to ease his concerns or double down on that odd power I now had over him. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I don't mean it">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "cuck" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There is nothing you need to worry about, Eric. I know what I am doing.<</s>> I tell him, before moving closer. <<s Author>>Besides, I don't really mean it.<</s>> I whisper as I breathe deeply into his ear, giving him obvious shivers. I smile sweetly at him before heading in my own direction. //Although it felt good to tell him this, I still felt fraudulent going back on my decision the way I did.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Do you want to control what I do with my body?">><<less "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Seriously, Eric? First of all, that's racist, and second, do you really want to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body?<</s>> <<s Eric>>No, no! I didn't mean it like that!<</s>> He was quick to backtrack, as I continued my assault. <<s Author>>What did you mean exactly? What are you looking for here? It's my body. If I want it to be black only...<</s>> I left the statement hanging, willing him to finish it. <<s Eric>>Then your body is black only.<</s>> He completed. I tried my best to hide my smirk. I needed to complete my manipulation. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, it's just that I took a giant leap doing this and you're really judging me for it, it's unfair!<</s>> He lowers his head, barely intonating: <<s Eric>>I'm to blame. I trust you to make the best decisions for your future, and shouldn't stand in your way.<</s>> //What a good, docile boy!// <<s Author>>Thank you Eric.<</s>> I'm not really thankful. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Eric>><</pic>><<s Author>>So yeah basically that's it, that's how the fountain got its name!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Okay but The Ballerina Thug? Couldn't they have found anything better?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey I don't know, the city makes the choices it makes.<</s>> <<s Eric>>And that mafia is now...<</s>> <<s Author>>Supposedly disbanned, but you know how rumors are.<</s>> <<s Eric>>Wow.<</s>> Walking alongside each other, I was enjoying spending time with <<light Eric>>. He has grown so much, yet still held in him, hidden, that little nerdy boy. <<s Author>>So what happened with you? What caused the change?<</s>> I asked, curious about his transformation. <<s Eric>>Well, most of all, puberty.<</s>> I laughed, yet knew there was more to it. <<s Eric>>My father was abusive. He took us away for work, and for a long time just was a cheat. In business and in his relationship with my mom... She caught up after a while and kicked him out, and for a long time I had to step into his shoes as man of the house...<</s>> He says, recalling what was obviously tough moments. <<s Eric>>It shapes the person, you know, this kind of thing. Nowadays it's different though, my mom has a new boyfriend who's really nice to her and that responsibility has fallen off my shoulders. I no longer have to be strong for her, just for myself, and it's become easier.<</s>> I look at him compassionately. He's been through it... <<s Eric>>Sorry, I went into a bit of a rant I guess...<</s>> <<s Author>>No it's okay, I asked.<</s>> <div id="choices">//Feeling a lull in the conversation, I felt compelled to make a comment about what he just shared, at least give my opinion or what I think he needs to hear.// <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>You're better for it">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I continue by saying: <<s Author>>You're better for it actually. It helped shape you into the person - the man - you are today.<</s>> He smiles at me, the compliment apparently ringing true for him. <<s Eric>>Thanks, I guess.<</s>> Looking around, he's slightly confused, not knowing where we have reached. <<s Eric>>Where are we now?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's take a seat at the coffee place.<</s>> <<link "Cream Art" "EricMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>That's a nice story">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I continue by saying: <<s Author>>That's a nice story, actually. I like how you adapted to the circumstances.<</s>> He smiles at me complacantly. //Was that a bit harsh?// <<s Eric>>Thanks, I guess.<</s>> Looking around, he's slightly confused, not knowing where we have reached. <<s Eric>>Where are we now?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's take a seat at the coffee place.<</s>> <<link "Cream Art" "EricMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>No need to be tough anymore.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I continue by saying: <<s Author>>No need to be tough anymore though. Life shouldn't be about who's the toughest or strongest. This time has passed.<</s>> He nods, my well-placed comment ringing true to him, before looking around confused, not knowing where we have reached. <<s Eric>>Where are we now?<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's take a seat at the coffee place.<</s>> <<link "Cream Art" "EricMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><img src="images/locations/creamart.jpg" width="100%"> Walking in, the beautiful smell of coffee immediately hits our nostrils, and I feel myself invigorated. <<if $work.has('creamart')>>Walking up to the counter, I greet my fellow barista and make my order, on the house. <<light Eric>> follows suit and makes his own order. A short while later, we grab our drinks and head to a secluded table. <<link "continue" "EricMall">><</link>><<else>>Walking up to the counter, I make my order, and before I get to pay, <<light Eric>> budges in, money in hand. <<s Eric>>Please allow me, my treat.<</s>> <div id="choices">Should I let him pay? <<if $money >= 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Pay instead.">><<less "money" 5>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No, it's fine. I got it.<</s>> I move his hand away with a firmness that denies him any room for argument and pay myself. <<s Author>>Thanks for offering though.<</s>> Grabbing our drinks, we head to a secluded table. <<link "continue" "EricMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pay instead." "Don't have enough money">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Thank him for it.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Oh Eric you don't have to!<</s>> <<s Eric>>It's okay, I want to.<</s>> Paying for both drinks, I can see that meant a lot to him as his smile is apparent. Grabbing our drinks, we head to a secluded table. <<link "continue" "EricMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><center><img src='images/events/ericevents/coffeedate.jpg' max-width='60%'></center> Talking with <<light Eric>> came easy, as he gave me the space to remember middle school and all our friends from back then, most of whom we've lost touch with. <<s Eric>>I also saw that Eva was still at school.<</s>> He says, pointing out my close friend. <<s Author>>Yeah, one of the few that remain. Most of the rest went into public schools and whatnot.<</s>> <<s Eric>>They must be going through hell.<</s>> He was in one until very recently it seems. <<s Author>>That bad?<</s>> <<light Eric>> smiles at me. A while later, we decide to part ways, happy for the hangout and both willing to see each other again soon. As he goes in for the hug, I reciprocate. I could see his eyes gleaming as we separate. //Is he into me?// As I start walking out of the shop and into the mall, seeing him leave, I think to myself what this meant to me, him, and us. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>Eric is a good friend">><<add "Eric" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//This was a fun hangout.// Thinking back to the day I just had, I think to myself that what we just had was loads of fun. I'm sure he'll make a great friend. <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cuck.png'>He's into me, I'm not into him.">><<add "cuck" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I don't see him in the same way.// Thinking back to small signs after that last hug, I notice how he was trying to get closer, yet somehow failing. He's definitely into me, but I'm not that into him. //It's nice to feel wanted though.// <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He's kinda cute, actually.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//That hug felt nice.// Thinking back to small signs after that last hug, I can't help but smile a bit myself. He's definitely into me, and I wouldn't mind seeing where that might lead... //It's nice to feel wanted like that, especially by someone as cute as him.// <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>No events here anymore. You might've encountered a bug. <<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $ericmessage is 0>>There are no messages from <<light Eric>> right now. <<elseif $ericmessage is 1>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 1>><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Hello<</them>><<me>>Hey <<light Eric>>, how's it going?<</me>><<them>>All good. This <<light Bekham>> guy sure is something, huh?<</them>><<mecon>><<if $Bekham gte 1>>Idk I kinda like him.<<else>>Yeah you're right...<</if>><</mecon>><<me>>So what are you up to?<</me>><<themcon>>Well... Seeing as I am new to town and all, I wanted to see if you're free to hangout this afternoon at the mall?<</themcon>><<them>>Grab a drink and you tell me all about the town and what changed?<</them>><<me>>That sounds like a nice idea... Should I catch you there?<</me>><<them>>Yeah, next to the big stupid fountain in the middle of it.<</them>><<mecon>>Oh that's a whole story that I gotta tell you.<</mecon>><<me>>I'll see you there in the afternoon?<</me>><<them>>See you! Can't wait!<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 2>><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Hey friend, ready to go?<</them>><<me>>The music video!<</me>><<them>>That's right. We decided we were going to be filming it in the park. Natural lighting and all…<</them>><<me>>Alright cool, I'll be right there in like an hour.<</me>><<them>>See you soon! I'll talk to <<light Samuel>> and tell him to meet us.<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 3 and $day is 5>><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Hey! feel like hanging out?<</them>><<mecon>>Hey <<light Eric>>!<</mecon>><<me>>Where were you thinking of?<</me>><<them>>I was going to ask you the question myself.<</them>><<me>>The park is a nice place...<</me>><<them>>Sure, that works for me!<</them>><<me>>I'll meet you there!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 3>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $erimessagepre to 3>><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Hey friend! Feel like hanging out soon?<</them>><<me>>Hey <<light Eric>>! Sure! When were you thinking?<</me>><<them>>How about this Friday?<</them>><<me>>That works for me! You'll have to remind me though, I have a fish's memory!<</me>><<them>>Don't worry I've got you.<</them>><<me>>Cool.<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 4>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><<messaging Eric>><<mecon>>Hey <<light Eric>>. Are you okay?<</mecon>><<mecon>>Look I'm sorry about what happened, it just really caught me off guard.<</mecon>><<mecon>>Please say something.<</mecon>><<me>>Come on dude, you really went all out on this!<</me>><<them>>Isn't that what you wanted?<</them>><<mecon>>It doesn't have to be public like that.<</mecon>><<me>>I don't like this kind of attention.<</me>><<themcon>>Neither do I. I thought that that's what you liked.<</themcon>><<if $valentine.has('evadate')>><<them>>Besides, since when do you and <<light Eva>> have a thing? Didn't you say you had no date?<</them>><<me>>That's in the past, <<light Eric>>. Things changed.<</me>><<them>>It was really humiliating you know...<</them>><<else>><<them>>Look I'm sorry about all this.<</them>><<me>>It wasn't pleasant, that's for sure.<</me>><<them>>Can't shake the humiliation...<</them>><</if>><<me>>Had you brought the flowers in private...<</me>><<them>>You mean I have a chance?<</them>><<mecon>>I'm not saying that.<</mecon>><<mecon>>I'm just saying you need to work on your approach.<</mecon>><<me>>I'll see you at the party.<</me>><<them>>I'm not going.<</them>><<me>>Sure you are. We need to work on your approach.<</me>><<themcon>>Okay sure.<</themcon>><<them>>Gtg mom's calling.<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 5>><<set _messageseen to true>><<add "cuck" 1>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Hey <<print $name>>, are you busy?<</them>><<me>>I kinda am, what's up?<</me>><<them>>I was thinking maybe you'd like to hang out.<</them>><<me>>Honestly you caught me at the worst of times. It was just about to get interesting.<</me>><<them>>What, are you watching a movie?<</them>><<me>>YES. And the hero was going to take the girl.<</me>><<themcon>>What movie is it?<</themcon>><<them>>I love movies.<</them>><<mecon>>(I swear this guy!)<</mecon>><<me>>The black hawk takes the young white maiden.<</me>><<them>>Haven't heard of it. Sounds cool.<</them>><<mecon>>You wouldn't have. Talk to you later, Eric.<</mecon>><<me>>Maybe I'll show it to you someday.<</me>><<them>>I'd love that! Is that a date?<</them>><<me>>No.<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 6>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<messaging Eric>><<me>>Hey Eric!<</me>><<them>>Hey <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>I was scrolling on Insta and saw something interesting. Who's that you're missing?<</me>><<them>>Oh... I knew I shouldn't have made that comment.<</them>><<me>>Who is it?<</me>><<them>>My ex... Of sorts.<</them>><<me>>How do you feel about you two being distances away?<</me>><<them>>We used to be really close. I even helped her with the picture choice.<</them>><<me>>Oh really?<</me>><<them>>Yeah... There was another option.<</them>><<me>>Was it a bad option?<</me>><<them>>Not really. I found this one was better.<</them>><<me>>Show me.<</me>><<them>>What?<</them>><<me>>Show me the other picture, let me be the judge of it.<</me>><<them>>I don't know about that...<</them>><div id='choices'><<link "Pressure him. He'll learn to listen.">><<add "cuck" 2>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Come on. It's me. You know you want to do it.<</me>><<them>>I don't know...<</them>><<me>>It'll help you get over her.<</me>><<themcon>>I guess...<</themcon>><<themcon>><img src='images/social-media/jia-senttohim.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<them>>Here you are.<</them>><<me>>Oh interesting!<</me>><<them>>Yeah it was a hard choice.<</them>><<mecon>>I'm sure it was hard.<</mecon>><<me>>But I'm pretty sure there isn't much difference between the two. You need to move on from her.<</me>><<them>>I know I know... It's just hard.<</them>><<me>>You'll need to grow some balls, Eric. Lest she stomps on your pebbles.<</me>><<them>>You're right...<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let it go. Let him simp for her instead.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Alright Eric, as you wish.<</me>><<them>>Thanks. I'm fine thought don't worry about me.<</them>><<me>>You're almost simping for an ex, watch out.<</me>><<them>>It's not like that. We ended it on very good terms. It was just distance.<</them>><<me>>Well. Good luck.<</me>><<them>>Thanks.<</them>><</replace>><</link>><</messaging>><<elseif $ericmessage is 7>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 7>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Eric>><<them>>Heya!<</them>><<me>>Hey Eric! How's it going>?<</me>><<them>>I'm doing pretty well. Busy this Sunday?<</them>><<me>>What did you have in mind?<</me>><<them>>Thinking of hanging out in the park. I'll have everything ready. You're in?<</them>><<me>>Sounds like a plan!<</me>><<them>>I was thinking otherwise.<</them>><<me>>What do you mean?<</me>><<them>>Nothing dw, see you Sunday!<</them>><</messaging>> That was an interesting conversation... I wonder what <<light Eric>> has in store for Sunday... I'll find out when I meet him at the park then.<<else>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 0>>There is no content here, a bug must've occured or the scene hasn't been written yet.<</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<if $ericmessage is 2>><<set $ericmessagepost to 2>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<elseif $ericmessage is 3>><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 3>><</if>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>><<set $metEva to true>> Walking through the school corridors on this lovely day, I notice an obvious shift in energy across the whole floor as people seem to be talking about the latest email that we've received from the SAO. I am approached by <<light Eva>> as she goes up to me, wanting to talk: <<s Eva>> Hey friend! Did you receive the email from the SA Office? The one about the college admissions?<</s>> <<s Author>> I did. Can you believe what they're asking for?<</s>> <<s Eva>> Can't really blame them. I know I haven't done much in these past few months...<</s>> <<light Eva>> seems worried, something is clearly on her mind... <<s Author>> Is everything ok? <</s>> <<s Eva>> I don't know really...<</s>> <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>She can trust me">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You can trust me.<</s>> Eva looks at me, nods, and decides to open up: <<s Eva>> I think I should get out of my shell, become more of who I am... But I don't know if that's the right way to go.<</s>> Before I get to talk, <<light Eva>>'s phone pings with a notification. She shrugs at me and picks it up, walking away. Having talked to her, I decide to <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "I don't care...">><<replace "#choices">>I remain silent, not wanting to continue the conversation. <<s Eva>>Anyway, I need to leave. See you later<</s>> I watch her leave as I <<link "head out" "School">><</link>> myself.<</replace>><</link>></div>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> Approaching my friend as she was looking at her phone distracted, I poke her on the shoulder to get her attention. She obviously jumps, engrossed with what she was seeing, her cheeks red and trying to hide it from me. <<s Author>>Someone's not studying.<</s>> I teased. <<s Eva>>Not really in the mood. That letter is shit.<</s>> She replies. She still wasn't over the announcement that rocked our world. <<s Author>>Yeah, it is.<</s>> <<s Eva>>So I thought I'd distract myself with my phone. Maybe too much.<</s>> <<s Author>>What were you looking at?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Nothing important!<</s>> She quipped back, a bit too quickly. I simply looked at her with a raised eyebrow. <<s Eva>>Really... It wasn't intentional.<</s>> I sat down next to her. <<s Author>>Show me.<</s>> I said, putting my hand out. She handed me her phone. <div id='continue'><<link "Look at the screen">><<replace "#continue">><<vid "events/evaevents/beauty-stripping.mp4">> <<s Author>>Woah!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I just stumbled on it. An artist on X!<</s>> She tried explaining herself, speaking quickly. <<s Eva>>She usually creates things much different than this, but she received a commission and worked on something like that, and decided to share it with everyone. That's not what she usually does. I didn't follow her for this, truly!<</s>> I didn't care much about her words of explanation, it was just interesting that my friend would get distracted by that, no more. Belle was a nerd like her after all... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Point out their simiarities">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Not much difference between the two of you. She also had her head in the books before she resorted to stripping.<</s>> I said, pointing at the stripping lady. My friend turned a few shades redder as she slapped me on the shoulder, playfully offended by my statement. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>!<</s>> <<s Author>>What can I say, beauty forgot the books and fell in love with a beast. It's your turn now!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I can't believe you're putting it that way. She's my favorite Disney princess.<</s>> She said, laughing. <<s Author>>I wonder why...<</s>> I teased her again, relieving the tension. We were joking, but something inside told me that this encounter would have an impact of sorts on my friend... <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Tease her for getting distracted by a nude cartoon woman">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey I didn't know you were into women, but whatever floats your boat!<</s>> I teased her, pointing at the stripping lady who teased the camera. She was good looking after all. <<s Eva>>Hey that's unfair! You're looking at it too!<</s>> <<s Author>>But I'm not losing study time over it.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You'd be surprised too if your favorite Disney princess was drawn stripping off her clothes!<</s>> <<s Author>>I wonder why she's your favorite...<</s>> I teased again, pointing to the stripping tight body in front of us, relieving the tension. We were joking, but something inside told me that this encounter would have an impact of sorts on my friend... <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Give her her space, no need to be zesty about it.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<s Author>>Hey I'm not one to judge. I've been trying different things myself to deal with that email.<</s>> I said, preparing myself to move away. <<s Author>>I'm here if you need me, Eva.<</s>> I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. <<s Eva>>Thank you, <<print $name>>. That means a lot, truly.<</s>> She replied, looking up at me with comfort in her eyes. My friend was going through it just like I was. I hoped we'd be able to hep each other through these trying times... <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<add "evaevent" 1>><div id="continue">My nerdy friend's nervousness was clearly apparent as she had mountains of books surrounding her, trying to catch up with her studies and apparently failing to do so. <<s Author>>Hey Eva, is everything okay?<</s>> My words shaking her out of her intense studying, I look at my friend as her haze clears, understanding who is talking to her. <<s Eva>>Oh hi. Sorry I'm like drowning here.<</s>> <<s Author>>What are you doing? What are all these books?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well you know how the school's SA Office was all about doing stuff to add to your applications and whatnot?<</s>> I was also worried about that. <<s Author>>Yeah...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well what if I have the highest SAT score in the whole country? That has to account for something, no?<</s>> <<s Author>>Is your reaction to them telling us that we shouldn't only concentrate on studying, more studying?<</s>> The logic seemed erroneous, yet my friend was apparently certain this would be the only way for her: <<s Eva>>Yes! Genius, no?<</s>> Going back to her books, she quickly turns back towards me: <<s Eva>>Hey! Would you like to help me with this? Quiz me?<</s>> While I find it hard to deny her request, I felt like in the state she currently was in, my friend needed a break much more than a language quiz. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Help her study, maybe learn a thing or two">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to deny her request however, I grab a seat in front of her and grab the notebook she wants me to hold. The next hour is spent with me helping her memorize the dumbest facts, correcting her whenever she goes wrong. While she's happy with the outcome of our session, I can't help but feel like we could have done more, enjoyed ourselves more. Nevertheless, <<light Eva>> is happy, and that's what matters.... //I guess// <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Distract her from her studies">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No. Eva you look really bad, you need a break.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Nonesense! I'm doing fine.<</s>> At that moment, she dropped her pen, and scrambled to pick it up. Trying to get back up, she hits the back of her head on the underside of the desk, a loud knock that hurts me even. <<s Eva>>Ouch!<</s>> Rushing to her side, I hold her in my arms. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My friend gives me a faint nod, trying to keep her bearings. <<s Author>>Okay that's it, we're going to take a rest.<</s>> Not listening to her protests, I start throwing her books and notebooks in her bag, grabbing her to leave the library in a hurry. <<link "To the Park!">><<replace "#continue">> <img src='images/events/evaevents/feet-in-grass.jpg' align='left' height='300px'>Birds shirping, cool wind blowing, sun shining... These are the things that <<light Eva>> obviously needs, her relief almost palpable as we both lie down on the grass, enjoying the beautiful scenery. <<s Eva>>It's just that...So much is dependent on me.<</s>> <<light Eva>> had decided to start sharing her worries with me, and I lended her a listening ear. <<s Eva>>After we lost my brother, my parents were... Different.<</s>> <<s Author>> How do you mean?<</s>> I was curious. <<s Eva>>They didn't always see eye to eye. Especially about me.<</s>> <<s Author>>But you always made sure that both were satisfied. You're like the calmest, most studious person I know.<</s>> <<s Eva>>But apparently I'm not that to them. Always the disappointment.<</s>> There was something jarring about listening to a friend talk like that. She really was amazing in her own ways, yet struggled to see it. <<s Author>>You're so accomplished, Eva. And if they can't see that well it's on them!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't know. Eva is accomplished with all her trophies and competitions. My father keeps asking for me to prove myself like that.<</s>> <<s Author>>You have a beautiful brain!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I wish I didn't. I wish I was vapid, maybe then I'd go for these easy wins!<</s>> A true shock. That's what I felt listening to my friend talk about herself in that way. I always thought she was great, yet it seemed to me like she didn't feel the same way. <<s Eva>>I mean... Other girls seem to be happier than I am, even though I really try to enjoy myself. No?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was looking at me, hoping for some confirmation or for my opinion. And I didn't quite know what road to take with her. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Maybe being stupid also means being happy">><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>You're right.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Really? I am?<</s>> It became obvious to me that <<light Eva>> was just saying what she was because she thought it was the right thing in life, and not out of true belief. Time to change that. <<s Author>>Yes, you are. We've always believed that being the top of the class and having perfect grades would get us anywhere. And then boom, out of nowhere, that stupid school tells us that everything we had been working for is actually useless if we intend on continuing higher education! It's a scam!<</s>> I was giving it more emotion, which pulled me a laugh from my now relaxed friend. <img src='images/events/evaevents/lying-in-grass.jpg' align='center' width='700em'> <<s Author>>Good to see you laughing. But seriously, the world is different now. In the past we had to be book smart to get ahead. Maybe now we need a different tactic?<</s>> She was nodding along, starting to get convinced with my point of view. <<s Author>>I know I'd much rather be out here in the park, doing fuckall, than being inside that smelly library studying for an exam that comes in like a whole month.<</s>> Reassuring her of her stance, of the right choice of changing her ideology, I continue to spend a fun time with my friend. <<link "Leave her" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> (Moves Eva away from smartness) <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>You're valid in your feelings, but don't let them change you.">><<less "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><img src='images/events/evaevents/sad-in-grass.jpg' align='center' max-width='100%' max-height='100%'> <<s Author>>It's true, Eva, you haven't had the easiest childhood. And your parents haven't had the simplest past, with what happened to your brother.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I know, that's why I'm saying what I am.<</s>> I could appreciate where she was coming from, not where we was headed. <<s Author>>That doesn't mean that the right thing to do is to break and follow whatever the world chooses for us. Even if it's our father.<</s>> She was nodding along, slowly getting more and more convinced. <<s Author>>If people can't truly appreciate how awesome you are, there will come a time where you will find someone who will. I know I do.<</s>> She gave a shy smile, but was quick to hide it. <<s Author>>You know I'm right. You're unique, but don't ever let anyone take that away from you. You're worthy of amazing things, because you are amazing.<</s>> <img src='images/events/evaevents/lying-in-grass2.jpg' align='right' max-width='100%' max-height='100%'>Her mood now changed, my friend was taking things slow, glad to have had this conversation, as was I. <<s Author>>And if anyone ever wants to fight you over it, you know where to send them.<</s>> Showing her my biceps, I flex, immediately gaining a hearty laugh from my friend. <<link "Leave her" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> (Adds to Eva's confidence and assertiveness)</div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "events/raining.jpg" "It's raining!">> Rain falls down in heavy drops from above, soaking everything in its path. Hidden safely under a slanted roof, I watch this crazy weather as the water starts pouring to the ground. At the distance, I see a figure rushing towards the school. Not your usual running type, it struggles to keep its pace as it helplessly tries to bridge the distance towards a safe location, the water attacking it and soaking it. As it gets closer, I am struck with the realization: it's <<light Eva>>! <div id='choices'><<link "Call her over">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey Eva! Over here!<</s>> I shout out to my friend, hoping she'll make it out of the rain in time... But it was already too late. She hears me and rushes to my side, soaking wet and entirely dripping from head to toe. <<s Eva>>I... There was no forecast!<</s>> She shivers as she speaks, barely able to contain herself. <<s Author>>Come, come, we need to dry you up!<</s>> I announce, taking my friend away and inside, not quite knowing where to go. <<link "Inside" "EvaEvent 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Rush out to meet her and cover her with the jacket">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva! Eva over here!<</s>> I rushed out to meet my friend, not willing to let her suffer like that alone. Jacket brought up above me like a makeshift umbrella, I join her under the rain, trying to get her underneath it. It is useless, as she is already dripping wet by the time we reach safety under the roof. <<s Eva>>I... There was no forecast!<</s>> She shivers with her words, barely able to contain herself. <<s Eva>>You shouldn't have come out, you're wet too now!<</s>> Indeed, I was, but that didn't matter to me. All that mattered was that we dry ourselves off. <<s Author>>Come, come, we need to dry you up!<</s>> I announce, taking my friend away and inside, not quite knowing where to go. <<link "Inside" "EvaEvent 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "Locker Room">> Finding our way to the locker room, we finally settle in what appears to be an empty place, no teams currently training. <<s Author>>Lucky there isn't anyone here.<</s>> I had somewhat carried <<light Eva>> over here, as she dealt with the impact of the rainfall on her whole stature. <<s Eva>>Shit you're wet too!<</s>> She was obviously concerned. I myself wasn't as bothered. <<s Author>>Hey it's okay don't mention it.<</s>> I announced, before speaking out again: <<s Author>>I'll search for towels to dry us off. You take off these clothes.<</s>> I got to work fetching something to help us with the task, as I saw her follow my request from the corner of the way. Thankfully, displayed neatly in a corner of the room, I found a bunch of towels. I brought back two. By then, <<light Eva>> stood in her underwear, shyly trying to make herself small as to not be seen. Her clothes rested in a pile next to her. <<s Author>>Are these dry?<</s>> I asked her, pointing at what she was still wearing. <<s Eva>>Eum... Yes.<</s>> I didn't want to push the subject, as she shivered and shook right in front of me, obviously cold. <div id='choices'><<link "Dry her up myself">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I needed to help my friend, whatever it took. <<s Author>>Here, let me help you.<</s>> I announced, getting closer to her as I started usign the towel to dry her off. <<s Eva>>But..<</s>> <<s Author>>No buts.<</s>> I interjected. <<s Author>>You're in all sorts of shambles and it's not right for you to take care of yourself alone. Let me help.<</s>> My hands got to gliding against her body, using the towel to really get all the spots. Bringing another towel as I made her hold the initial one around herself, I got to work drying her hair, rubbing it around and making sure I got all of it dried. <<picmid "events/evaevents/drying-towel.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Thank you.<</s>> She softly said. <<s Author>>No need to thank me. It's the minimum I could do. You can't do it for yourself.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I can..<</s>> <<s Author>>No.<</s>> My voice came out authoritative, without me meaning to. Yet she remained silent, taking it as a sign not to protest anymore. <<s Eva>>Onto you?<</s>> Eva asked, willing to return the favor. <div id='choices2'><<link "Sure">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I didn't see anything wrong with her proposal, and so nodded in agreement. <<s Author>>Sure. Only fair.<</s>> <<picmid "events/evaevents/towel-drying.jpg">> I got to work taking off my clothes, standing in my underwear as <<light Eva>>helped me with the towel, drying me off softly. I wasn't as wet as she was, so there wasn't much there to do, yet it felt good being serviced like that by her. I leaned into the feeling. <<s Author>>That feels nice.<</s>> I heard myself say. <<s Eva>>I know.<</s>> She answered, dutily taking care of the task at hand, as I stood tall next to her. She really knew how to care for others... <<link "Sit and talk" "EvaEvent 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I can care for myself">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>It's okay, I can do it myself.<</s>> I announced, grabbing the last remaining towel and dabbing my clothes, before deciding to remove them and remain in my underwear as I got to drying myself. <<light Eva>> stole a few glances at me, having elected to take a seat on one of the benches as she waited for her clothes to dry, perched on a heater. I took pleasure in giving her a show, one she tried her best to ignore. It was a fun little game that we both knew would lead nowhere. <<link "Sit and talk" "EvaEvent 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Hand her the towel">><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">>Reaching out with a couple of towels, I hand them over to <<light Eva>> for her to dry herself off, as I got to work removing my own clothes. As I did that, I couldn't help stealing a couple of glances at my friend's body as she got to work drying herself off. My eyes drifted and wandered as I got to drying my own skin, seeing my friend's soft body in movement. I shook my head as I realized what I was doing, before moving to place our clothes in front of the heater to get them sorted. <<link "Sit and talk" "EvaEvent 2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>As our clothes were stationed in front of the heater, looking to dry themselves off, <<light Eva>> and I were left sitting on the bench in active conversation, trying to distract ourselves while waiting. <<s Author>>How are your parents doing?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Good, I guess.. Why do you ask?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's that I haven't seen them since... Like a year maybe.<</s>> I hadn't seen them ever since their son, <<light Eva>>'s brother's funeral. But I wasn't about to say that. <<s Eva>>Yeah... You used to always come over.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Why don't I anymore?<</s>> I asked, actually curious. <<s Eva>>My parents don't allow it anymore.<</s>> My friend answered me. <<s Eva>>They think all my friends are a bad influence.<</s>> <<s Author>>Even me?<</s>> I asked, actually weirded by the revelation. <<s Eva>>Unfortunately, ever since my brother, their trust has run short.<</s>> I nodded, understanding her point. <<s Author>>I get that. I don't think I'd be any different had I been in their place.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah, their daughter is the one to pay for it though.<</s>> She said, obviously hurt. I looked at my friend, who was obviously getting cold as the drying clothes sucked away the heat of the room. <<s Author>>Hey, are you good?<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's okay, just a bit of cold.<</s>> She said, but her mind was obviously also plagued by her family situation, by her repressed feelings... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Warm her with a hug">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/evaevents/eva-hug.jpg">> I moved closer to her. <<s Eva>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I wordlessly placed my arms around her, hugging her with her towel. <<s Author>>To keep you warm.<</s>> I whispered near her ear. <<s Eva>>Oh.<</s>> At the realization, she allowed the towel she had wrapped herself with to fall, allowing for more direct physical contact, and more direct heating. I leaned in closer, our bodies now touching directly, exchanging the heat. She leaned in as well, taking in as much of the heat as she could. The exchange was sweet, beautiful. <<s Author>>How are you feeling?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Better.<</s>> Her trembling body slowly started to rest, as she leaned into the positive feeling, comforted by the purity of the moment. <<s Author>>I miss this.<</s>> I said, honest. <<s Author>>We used to have sleepovers, and spend a whole lot of time together.<</s>> I continued. <<s Eva>>I miss it too. So much.<</s>> Her voice carried strong emotions, a possibility of a better future and a longing for a lost past. Our bodies against each other was taking me away from the current scene, as I felt her move against me, our heat being exchanged and our soft skin rubbing against each other... <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Lean into her">><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>My body was asking for something, and I had to answer. In our closeness, I moved in, leaning against my friend's body, allowing our skin to press against each other's. <<picmid "events/evaevents/eva-hug.jpg">> <<s Eva>>Someone's cold.<</s>> She moved closer too. //Cold. Right. That was the reason.// How could I tell her that I was getting closer because I wanted the attention, because I was starved for her touch? I felt like following my body's desires, but why was my body desiring hers? <<s Eva>>Are you okay? I only talked about myself.<</s>> She looked at me, her face really close to mine, her lips somehow calling for mine. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah. I just... I don't know.<</s>> To say I was confused would be an understatement. Yes, my friend was attractive, yes, she was sweet. But was I really attracted to her? That must've been my mind playing tricks surely! I felt my head weighed down by the millions of calculations it made by the second. I felt a heat rise through me... Wasn't it supposed to be cold? <<s Eva>>Our clothes must've been dry by now.<</s>> My friend broke me out of my reverie, giving me the space I needed to sort myself out. //I wonder what all that was about...// <<link "Time to leave" "School">><<set $evamessagepre to 5>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Ignore the feeling">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I didn't know what that unnamed feeling was, and couldn't quite word it. I decided to not let it control me, and keep the pace as it was. <<s Author>>Maybe we can convince your parents I am trustworthy?<</s>> I asked, wanting the good days to come back. <<s Eva>>That does sound like a nice idea. But you'll have to be on your best behavior!<</s>> She said, looking at me sternly. <<s Author>>You'll see, I'll be the best girlfriend you brought to meet your parents.<</s>> I joked, gaining a few shuckles from her. <<s Eva>>I'm sure you will be.<</s>> She joked back. <<s Author>>Looks like our clothes are drying off.<</s>> I announced, moving the attention away from us. As we got to wearing our clothes, I figured to myself next time we hung out I could try to prove to her parents exactly that... <<link "Time to leave" "School">><<set $evamessagepre to 5>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Better get dressed and leave">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Why don't you move closer to the heater. You seem cold.<</s>> I announced, fearing for my friend somewhat. <<s Eva>>That's not such a bad idea.<</s>> She moved in closer, and started shifting the clothing, distracted by the heat she was feeling. <<light Eva>> was a good friend, a beautiful character... Too bad she hadn't always been the most confident person out there. And her parents' oppressiveness... Maybe I could help her out somehow? Maybe next time we meet up it won't be soaked in rain but at her place, to show her parents that she can be trusted with her own life? <<s Eva>>Clothes are drying.<</s>> My friend announced, shaking me out of my reverie. <<link "Time to leave" "School">><<set $evamessagepre to 5>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "events/evaevents/evahome-hall.jpg" "Eva's Mansion">>It was Saturday night and it was time for a party! Or a tame sleepover, it seemed. As I walked through the doors of <<light Eva>>'s opulent mansion, I was immediately greeted by her parents, eager to welcome me at their place. <<s stranger>>Hello my dear, how are you doing?<</s>> Her mother approached me, giving me a small hug with a kiss. Her father followed suit with a handshake. <<s professor>>Nice having you here.<</s>> He sternly said. <<s Author>>It's nice to be here!<</s>> I beamed, putting on my best smile. There was a front, a facade of happiness that they were using to hide the pain of their loss. <<s Author>>Thank you for allowing it, I miss visiting.<</s>> I said, truly grateful. They were still on edge, yet went along with the conversation. <<s stranger>>Eva should be here any minute, she's getting dressed from her shower.<</s>> Her mother explained, ushering me further in and closing the door behind me. <<s stranger>>How's school treating you?<</s>> <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<s stranger>>Eva told me you joined her in the Debate Club.<</s>><</if>> <<if $grade gte 80>><<s Author>>I'm doing well, all things considered.<</s>><<else>><<s Author>>I'm doing my best. Senior year's hard.<</s>><</if>> I said honestly. <<s professor>>Wait till you join college!<</s>> Her father teased jokingly. <<s Author>>If I do. The whole application process...<</s>> <<s stranger>>Eva told us. It's nothing to worry about though.<</s>> Her mother shared. I would disagree. They had the money to buy her way into any college should they want it. I didn't. I chose not to comment, taking a moment to take in all the opulent scenery surrounding me. A lull followed in the conversation, a heavy silence. I felt compelled to speak. <div id='choices'><<link "Flatter them">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Your house looks fantastic! I love the design!<</s>> I flattered them, complimenting their mansion. <<s Author>>Is that painting new?<</s>> I pointed to a landscape of a forest surrounded by cloudy skies. <<s professor>>You have a nice eye, <<print $name>>. It is.<</s>> He smiled at me, obviously flattered by my specific compliment. <<s professor>>Podroff Smirnikoff is the artist. He's growing more famous in recent years.<</s>> He beamed, confident. <<light Eva>> appeared at the top of the stairs, hair still wet and wearing her pyjama. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>! Yess!<</s>> She beamed excitedly, rushing down the stairs. <<s stranger>>Eva, your hair is still wet!<</s>> Her mother commented, obviously worried. <<s Eva>>It's okay, I'm just going down to save <<print $name>> from you guys! I'll dry it off soon!<</s>> She quipped, turning her attention to me. <<s Eva>>Come on, <<print $name>>. Let's go to my room.<</s>> My friend called me over, pulling me away from the interrogation I was a subject to. <<link "Let's go." "EvaEvent 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts lte 10>><<link "Muse over lost opportunities to visit">><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>As I looked at the house, I remembered the fun times we had spent together here in the past, before the tragic passing of <<light Eva>>'s brother, their son. <<s Author>>I miss this, I miss coming here.<</s>> I said, honestly. <<s stranger>>We know..<</s>> Her mother showed compassion. Her father was less hearty about it. <<s professor>>At least you're here now. Right?<</s>> His voice was stern, almost authoritative. I didn't dare stand up to him. <<s Author>>Right.<</s>> I said. Saved by the bell, <<light Eva>> appeared at the top of the stairs, hair still wet and wearing her pyjama. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>! Yess!<</s>> She beamed excitedly, rushing down the stairs. <<s stranger>>Eva, your hair is still wet!<</s>> Her mother commented, obviously worried. <<s Eva>>It's okay, I'm just going down to save <<print $name>> from you guys! I'll dry it off soon!<</s>> She quipped, turning her attention to me. <<s Eva>>Come on, <<print $name>>. Let's go to my room.<</s>> My friend called me over, pulling me away from the interrogation I was a subject to. <<s professor>>You girls behave.<</s>> Her father's commanding tone followed us as we left the hall. <<link "Let's go." "EvaEvent 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Muse over lost opportunities to visit" "I'm smarter than doing that!">><</if>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "events/evaevents/evahome-bedroom.jpg" "Eva's Bedroom">> Hanging out in her bedroom, I sat on the bed while my friend continued drying her hair off with a towel she borrowed from her personal bathroom, watching her move about and tidy things up. <<s Author>>You knew I was coming, no?<</s>> I teased her about the state of her personal quarters. <<s Eva>>Yeah yeah I know... I haven't really been myself lately. This social media stuff is really engaging.<</s>> She replied, blaming technology. <<s Author>>Not the short attention span!<</s>> I dramatically spoke. She laughed, heading for her laptop on the nearby desk. <<s Eva>>I figured we'd watch a film together?<</s>> She suggested, grabbing the device and placing it on the bed. <<s Author>>That's a nice idea.<</s>> I commented, adjusting my seating to allow her space to lie down next to me. Thankfully, the bed was huge, accomodating the both of us easily. She placed the laptop between us as we sat to watch. <<picmid "events/evaevents/bed-laptop.jpg">> <<link "Let's watch a film">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "events/evaevents/bed-laptop.jpg" "A boring film">>It took us a while, but we eventually settled on what film we'd be watching, as we sat and started it. Our choice was bad, with dozens of mistakes riddling the movie and it being an absolute disaster of a film. <<s Eva>>I've seen tiktoks with more artistic value than that film, what the hell Netflix?<</s>> My friend quipped jokingly. <<s Author>>Too artistic they distracted you from cleaning your room?<</s>> I joked She was quick to answer. <<s Eva>>You're worse than my mom!<</s>> She laughed out, making sure not to raise her voice in protest too much. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Get distracted and talk">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was getting bored from the film, as I was sure that <<light Eva>> was. I decided to distract us from the shitshow we were witnessing. <<s Author>>So do you spend a lot of time on social media?<</s>> I asked her, intrigued by that shift in interest. <<s Eva>>I don't know, there's something really engaging about them, and I like it... I've been watching stuff lately.<</s>> She replied openly. My curiosity was peaked. <<s Author>> I remember seeing your comments on a few pictures here and there, but haven't seen much of you.<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Yeah I don't know, I like watching and engaging more than creating.<</s>> <<s Author>>But you do see what's wrong here, in this film for example. Maybe you can be a creator too?<</s>> I suggested, meaning well. She thought about it for a moment. <<s Eva>>I wouldn't even know where to start.<</s>> She admitted. I nodded along, then suggested: <<s Author>>You've always received unwanted attention from men for your good looks. Why not put it to good use?<</s>> She thought about it deeply. She seemed to be convinced. <<s Eva>>I guess you have a point. I might try it out.<</s>> She admitted, excited. We heard footsteps approaching her bedroom door, softly, as we both turned to look at it. *Knock knock* The door slightly slides open, revealing the person behind it. <<link "Who's there?" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Make fun of the film">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Her acting is as fake as these knockers she's bought herself!<</s>> I called out, my language crass but honest. <<light Eva>> stiffled a laugh, in shock. <<s Eva>>How can you say that?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're right. There's nothing wrong with a huge pair of knockers.<</s>> I said. My friend gave a shuckle, <<s Eva>>The issue is more than the actress. There is no logic in her actions. The directing is shit.<</s>> She commented, joining me in the roast of the film. The next hour was spent making fun of every aspect of the film, laughing at the stupidity we were witnessing, up till the very end where the big kiss took place in front of an obvious green screen. <<s Eva>>I've seen better editing being done in someone's garage!<</s>> <<s Author>>You're really knowledgable in that stuff. Why don't you try and create something of your own?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I wouldn't even know where to start.<</s>> She admitted. Footsteps approached her bedroom door, cutting us off, as we turned to look at it. *Knock knock* The door slightly slides open, revealing the person behind it. <<link "Who's there?" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<s stranger>>Hey Eva! Just checking in on you girls to make sure you have everything you need?<</s>> Her mother peeks her head through the door, looking at the both of us seasted on the bed, ignored movie in front of us. <<s Eva>>It's all great, mom.<</s>> My friend smiles. Her mother decides to extend her stay. <<s stranger>>It's so nice seeing you back, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She comments. <<s Author>>I'm happy to be here, ma'am.<</s>> I admit myself. <<s stranger>>Food'll be ready in 30 minutes.<</s>> She announces, before continuing, <<s stranger>>I'll see you then!<</s>> Closing the door once more, she slinks down the hallway as I listen to her. <<s Eva>>Even with you, they're watchful.<</s>> My friend comments, slightly annoyed. <<s Author>>At least they still ask about you.<</s>> I replied, closing the laptop in front of us. <<s Author>>What now?<</s>> <<s Eva>>How about... A game? 20 Questions?<</s>> Eva suggests, hopeful. <div id='continue'><<link "Let's play it!">><<set _question to 0>><<replace "#continue">><<s Author>>Sure, let's play it!<</s>> I agreed, ready to play. <<s Eva>>But we'll make it more challenging. It's gotta be someone at school, and we only have 3 questions to guess the person. Hardcore mode!<</s>> She suggests. I think about it for a moment, before agreeing to her idea. <<s Eva>>I go first! I already got a name in mind.<</s>> She smiles at me, eager to start the game. <div id='question1'><<link "Male or female?">><<replace "#question1">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>> <<s Eva>>The person I am thinking of is male.<</s>> <<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='question2'><<link "Are they in any of our classes?">><<replace "#question2">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>Yes they are.<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='question3'><<link "Are they a parent?">><<replace "#question3">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>I highly doubt that they have children.<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='question4'><<link "Are they hot?">><<replace "#question4">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>I can see people considering them hot.<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='question5'><<link "How old are they?">><<replace "#question5">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>Hey you can't ask that! I'll only say they're older than 19.<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='question6'><<link "Black or white?">><<replace "#question6">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>They're white.<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<if $smarts gte 20>><div id='question7'><<link "Are they a professor?">><<replace "#question7">><<set _question += 1>><<if _question lte 3>><<s Eva>>Yes! They are a professor!<</s>><<else>>//I already asked 3 questions. Time to guess!//<</if>><</replace>><</link>></div><<else>><<dark "Locked Question" "Not smart enough to ask that, oops!">><</if>> <div id='answer'>//Whenever you feel ready to answer, write it down there. It is case sensitive!// <<textbox "_answer" "wrong" autofocus>> <<link "Give my answer">><<replace "#answer">><<if _answer is "Bekham" or _answer is "Mr. Bekham" or _answer is "mr bekham" or _answer is "Mr Bekham">>There was only one person who could match the answers to the questions I asked. <<s Author>>It's obvious! The answer is Mr. Bekham!<</s>> I called out. <<s Eva>>Damn you're good!<</s>> She admitted, smiling.<<else>><<s Author>>I'm not sure of my answer, but is it <<print _answer>>?<</s>> I asked hesitantly. <<s Eva>>Wrong. That's not it.<</s>> She smiled wide, before revealing her answer. <<s Eva>>It's Mr. Bekham. Our philosophy teacher.<</s>><</if>> <<s Author>>Mr. Bekham though? Why did you think of him?<</s>> I asked, genuinely interested. <<s Eva>>I don't know, I figured you'd never guess him.<</s>> <<if $class.has("Bekham")>><<s Author>>I'm his Teaching Assistant. How could I not?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I didn't know you guys were that close!<</s>> She commented, before adding, <<s Eva>>No wonder Yara is jealous!<</s>> <<s Author>>Jealous? Of who?<</s>> This was news to me. <<s Eva>>Of the man taking away your attention. Plus we're being graded on a curve so that's extra stressful for her.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah she can't run away from that problem now!<</s>> I quipped, eliciting a laugh from my friend. <<elseif $class.has("Tarnipp")>><<s Author>>You seem to be really into the guy, what with the whole Teacher's Assistant deal.<</s>> I commented, teasing her. <<s Eva>>His vision is unique. His way of seeing things is just really different.<</s>> My friend shared. <<s Author>>Well hey I'm glad you have this figured out. I'm sure you'll do great where you are.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Couldn't help but feel Yara was mad at my choice.<</s>> She offered. <<s Author>>Yara is often mad at a lot of things. She also had just received the news that we'll be graded on a curve sooo...<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiled, understanding where our friend was coming from.<<else>><<s Author>>Well he does have a unique approach to things I'll give you that!<</s>> I said, finding common ground. <<s Eva>>His vision is unique, that's right.<</s>> She shared herself. <<s Author>>Good choice. Good choice.<</s>> <<s Eva>>A bit of an extremist in his views, if you ask me, but engaging nonetheless I can't help but agree.<</s>> She saw it fit to add.<</if>> <<s Author>>Alright. It's my turn to make you guess.<</s>> I announced, thinking of who to choose. <div id='choices'><<link "Think of Yara">><<replace "#choices">>I chose <<light Yara>> as my guess. There was no way she'd think of her especially since we just had that talk. <<s Author>>I have a name.<</s>> I said confidently. <<s Eva>>Is it a girl?<</s>> She asked first. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Eva>>Is she in any of our classes?<</s>> She continued. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> She was really good at this. <<s Eva>>Is she attractive?<</s>> Her third question was ambiguous. On the one hand, there was no denying she was. On the other hand, Maybe I could get her confused about who it is if I give an odd answer. <div id='choices2'><<link "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.<</s>> <<light Eva>> looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Author>>That's a yes.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Then it's obviously Yara.<</s>> She answered, confidently. <<s Author>>Damn you're good.<</s>> <<s Eva>>It was only logical you'd choose her. But indeed, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.<</s>> My friend shared. I looked at her as she looked back at me. <<link "Continue" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The prettiest girl in class">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Honestly... She's the prettiest girl in class.<</s>> I admitted, believing what I was saying. <<light Eva>> bit her lip, before giving her answer. <<s Eva>>Are you thinking of me?<</s>> She asked, a small twinkle in her eye. <<s Author>>What? No... It was Yara.<</s>> I said, apologetic. <<s Eva>>Oh...<</s>> She was not expecting that twist. <<s Author>>It isn't that you aren't attractive, mind you!<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>No you're right. She is the prettiest.<</s>> She admitted, more to herself than anything else. I looked at her as she looked back at me. <<link "Continue" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Think of her, Eva">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I thought of a nice trick to make her miss her guess. <<s Author>>Alright I've got it.<</s>> I said, thinking of her, and looking straight into her eyes. <<s Eva>>Is it a girl?<</s>> She didn't notice me staring at her. <<s Author>>Yes it is.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Is she in any of our classes?<</s>> She continued, looking at me and maintaining the eye contact. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I let out a whisper. <<light Eva>> thought for a moment. <<s Eva>>Is she attractive?<</s>> She asked, eagerly. That was an ambiguous question. I could play it coy and make her lose her game, or use that moment to flirt with her, maybe? <div id='choices2'><<link "The prettiest girl in class.">><<add "Eva" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I maintained the eye contact, looking at my friend straight in the eyes as I thought of how to answer her. <<s Author>>She... She's the prettiest girl in class.<</s>> I said, giving her a slight smile. <<s Eva>>Is it you?<</s>> She asked, confident she got the right answer. <<s Author>>What? No? You thought I'd be that arrogant? I meant you.<</s>> I said, regaining composure and smiling again. <<light Eva>> was shocked at the revelation. <<s Eva>>Me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, you.<</s>> I looked at her as she looked back at me. <<link "Continue" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "She could do better">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to tease her. <<s Author>>Honestly, she could do better. Wear more make-up.<</s>> I admitted. This made her think for a moment. I maintained my eyes on her, telepathically sending her the answer. <<light Eva>>'s eyes lit up. <<s Eva>>Oh that's a low blow. You meant me!<</s>> She said, frustrated. <<s Author>>Hey am I wrong?<</s>> I asked teasingly. <<light Eva>> was quick to admit, <<s Eva>>No, you're right. I could do better.<</s>> I looked at her as she looked back at me. <<link "Continue" "EvaEvent 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 4>><<pichead "events/evaevents/evahome-bedroom.jpg" "Eva's Bedroom">> We had finished our dinner and were back in <<light Eva>>'s room. And we knew we had around 30 more minutes of privacy before her parents came knocking again... <<s Eva>>I need to share something. It's been eating me inside.<</s>> She shared, obviously thougtful. <<s Eva>>I... I've been having these second thoughts... About everything.<</s>> She admitted, still cryptic. <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Well you know how I have always hated men's attention?<</s>> I nodded. <<s Eva>>Turns out, it's not attention I hated. It was what they meant through that attention. It was what's behind it.<</s>> She shared, <<s Eva>>I don't want to do any of this with any man.<</s>> <<s Author>>So you might be asexual.<</s>> I concluded, trying to help her sort through her thoughts. <<s Eva>>I don't think so. I still get sexual urges. Not about strangers.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who then?<</s>> I asked, intrigued. <<s Eva>>No forget it. It's nothing.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey you're the one with a guilty conscience.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Eva>>It's not anyone in particular. It's just that... Women...<</s>> I understood. And it made sense. <<s Author>>I don't find that hard to believe. That's normal.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Eva>>It's not just like that... My parents wouldn't allow anyone anymore if they knew.<</s>> She said, feeling somewhat guilty. <<s Author>>It's completely natural and normal. And you have every right to feel what you're feeling.<</s>> I said, leaning in to place my hand on hers. <<s Eva>>There's more to it.<</s>> I listened. <<s Eva>>I don't want to ruin my friendships with these feelings. These... urges.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Your friends, if they were true friends, would understand.<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>I know... I guess I have to take things slow.<</s>> I nodded, <<s Author>>One step at a time.<</s>> She smiled at me. //I wonder who these urges are geared towards...// I looked at my friend as she slinked away. And somewhere, deep inside me, I had a hope... Could it be me somehow? Time to <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> I approached my friend, who was laying down on the grass on this lovely Saturday, enjoying the good weather. <<s Author>>Fancy meeting you here!<</s>> I said, bringing her out of her reverie. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>! So good to see you!<</s>> My friend jumped to hug me in a tight embrace. <<s Author>>Ouch I can see that.<</s>> I hugged her back. <<s Eva>>What brings you here?<</s>> She asked, intrigued. I took a seat on the grass next to her. <<s Author>>I usually jog with Yara here on Saturdays.<</s>> I announced, smiling. <<light Eva>> raised her brow. <<s Eva>>And where is she then?<</s>> She asked cheekily. <<s Author>>Am I not enough for you?<</s>> I teased her back. She laughed, forgetting about her line of questioning for a moment. <<light Eva>> spoke shortly thereafter. <<s Eva>>Well nothing like a nice day in the sun!<</s>> She said cheerily. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>You're right with that.<</s>> <<picmid "events/evaevents/event4-sitting.jpg">>This... Need to fill the silence... There was something off-putting about it... <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> Her face immediately switched, I could see guilt in her eyes. <<s Eva>>I'm... I'd rather be alone.<</s>> My friend said, frustrated. This complete 180 with her approach to my presence was worriesome. I wanted to understand more about what made her so hesitant so fast. <<s Author>>Eva... I'm here to help. Whatever it takes.<</s>> I figured if my friend needed help then I'd have to be there for her. <<s Eva>>I found my brother's diary.<</s>> She shared. Her brother. The young man who was supposed to turn 21 this year. The boy who died of an overdose only 2 years ago. The reason her parents were so restrictive over her actions. This man who held secrets from his entire family, and ended up paying for it with his life. She had found his diary. <<s Author>>Oh.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I never went to his room before. And I got there like 3 days ago. And I found it.<</s>> She explained. <<s Eva>>There's everything in it, <<print $name>>. Who sold the stuff to him, where, and how they operated...<</s>> That amount of detail, that amount of gravity in her voice... My friend was on a mission. She looked around. I looked alongside her. My eyes lit up with a realization. <<s Author>>Is that why you're here?<</s>> I asked her, shocked. <<s Eva>>I... I don't know what else to do. It's the only way I can understand what happened.<</s>> I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves, before turning to her again. <<s Author>>What's your plan?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm waiting for a man. Or a woman. A person. To sit on that bench right there.<</s>> She pointed at the bench, <<s Eva>>And cross their legs, pull out a book and start reading it upside down.<</s>> <<s Author>>And that'd be his drug dealer?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Or someone related to it.<</s>> I thought of a worriesome fact. <<s Author>>That was two years ago.<</s>> <<light Eva>> turned to look at me, forgetting about her mission. <<s Eva>>Two years where I was stuck in that moment where I found him in his room.<</s>> She said, <<s Eva>>That I was barely to get over from 3 days ago. I need to see this through.<</s>> I nodded. My friend was convincted, and in her conviction, there was a strength that I didn't imagine I'd be able to find in her. I moved in to hug her, and she hugged me back, and we both rested in that moment of kind solitude as we dealt with the implications of whatever we'd find soon. We turned to look at the bench. There, a black man, in his early 20s, had found his seat, legs crossed and book in hand. I looked at <<light Eva>>, whose eyes lit up. <<s Eva>>That must be him.<</s>> She remained in her spot, unable to move. <<s Author>>Go ahead then, what are you waiting for?<</s>> <<light Eva>> made no gesture, stuck in place. <<s Eva>>I... Maybe it's best I don't...<</s>> She hesitated greatly. I looked at her, then back at the man that was seated on the bench. It was her chance for closure, but it was slipping between her fingers... I didn't know if it was better for me to convince her to go there, if she was to be convinced, or if it was smarter that I go ahead myself and try to gather as much information as I could out of the whole thing... <div id='choices'>//What would be the best strategy?// <<link "Go over myself.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva40 Medeal" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at her, in her hesitation, her worriedness, as this opportunity passed on her. And I made the decision to head over there myself, save her the intense encounter that she'd probably have. <<s Author>>I'm going.<</s>> I barely said as I stood to meet the man. Walking over to where he was, I took my seat next to him on the bench. He barely looked at me with a sly smile. <<s stranger>>Hi.<</s>> He said, still "reading" his book. <<s Author>>Hi.<</s>> I shyly said back, the intensity of the moment suddenly catching up to me. The man didn't pay me anymore mind. I sat there, thinking of what the best approach would be to the encounter I was about to have. What if it wasn't a dealer, but a random stranger? What would that mean for me? I looked over at him, the book he was reading actually appearing normal in front of his eyes, and not upside down. <<s stranger>>Can I help you?<</s>> The man asked, putting the book aside as he looked at me. I was a deer caught in the headlights. But I needed to be strong for my friend. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass either of us. <<s Author>>I was told to look for someone like you. Crossed legs, book in hand.<</s>> I said. The man uncrossed his legs. <<s stranger>>What about now?<</s>> He said. What kind of a sick test was this? I honestly had no idea on how to proceed. <<s stranger>>Am I still the man you're looking for?<</s>> He asked pointedly. All I could do was nod. He moved closer to me. <<s stranger>>You're a new one.<</s>> He said, eyeing me up. <<s stranger>>Who told you about me?<</s>> I looked around to where <<light Eva>> was supposed to be, needing comfort. She herself was having an encounter of her own, approached by a strange man who looked quite intense himself. <<s Author>>It's my first time. I'd rather not put anyone under the bus.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Good.<</s>> The man smiled. <<s stranger>>Then you probably can be trusted.<</s>> As he spoke, his hand went to rest on my thigh, holding itself there. Probably still part of the same examination I was being subjected to. I needed to remain strong for my friend. <<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthigh1.jpg">> <div id='choices2'><<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Verbally reassure him">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthighstop.jpg">> Words have always been my strongest ally, and I was going to use them to my advantage here to get out of the tricky situation I found myself in. <<s Author>>Trust is what causes problems for everyone, especially when misplaced.<</s>> I said, immediately catching his attention as he stopped his exploitative movement. <<s Author>>If we all tursted the law, there would be no freedom to act on our own will.<</s>> I announced, receiving a raised eyebrow. <<s stranger>>That's an interesting thought.<</s>> The man said, suddenly looking at me with a new light now. <<s Author>>I understand your need to make sure everything is on the right line, especially with the kind of activity that you harbor.<</s>> I continued explaining, <<s Author>>But there is no doubt that people like us, going out of our way to reach you, are not your danger. We're still at school, but adults, desperate for a way out of the system.<</s>> The man looked at me with an intense stare. He saw something new in my eyes, something familiar. <<s stranger>>Yeah you're good.<</s>> He said, smiling, no longer showing that naughty interest but rather finding a more normal one. <<s stranger>>You're real good.<</s>> He continued. As we turned to look at my friend and his, we saw that they had somehow separated, <<light Eva>> a light shade of red on the cheeks and him all confident. The man passed me a small bag surreptitiously, before he ushered me to leave. <<s stranger>>This is for your first time. I'll see you around, smart girl.<</s>> The man told me as he went back to reading the book he held. Standing up and hiding the bag in the palm of my fist, I slowly walked away from my position. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Verbally reassure him" "Not smart enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Open my legs for him">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/openlegs.jpg">> Something about submitting to this man, allowing him this kind of naughty access, simply called to me, required of me to follow, give him more. I found myself spreading my legs for him, giving him further access to my thighs and what was between. The gentleman did not take the bait, instead playfully drifting his hand still where it was, not pushing anything beyond what he had started. I whimpered as his explorations remained tame, at the shores of the island instead of deep where the treasure was. A treasure that needed to be taken. <<s stranger>>You're trusting alright!<</s>> The man said with a smirk, seeing my reactions and laughing about them. <<s Author>>What can I say, you're that good.<</s>> I complimented back to him, almost smirking at the statement. <<s stranger>>You'll make a good addition.<</s>> He finally said, his hand moving away from me as he saw my friend and his had finished their conversation. <<s stranger>>This is for your first time. I'll see you around girl.<</s>> The man said as he handed me a small bag surreptitiously, ushering me along. His last ominous statement remained on my mind as I moved away, hiding the bag in the palm of my fist. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Open my legs for him" "Not open enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Submit to his touch">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthigh2.jpg">> My body reacted normally to his touch, as I froze, allowing him free reign over what he was doing. The man had a mission, a mission to distract me, study me, and he did exactly that. In half a mind, I was trying to see what happened with my friend, who was being hit on by the man next to her, while the other half struggled whether it should urge the man molesting me to go further or to stop his actions. I did neither, seeing where he'd take things. The gentleman did not go beyond that initial touch, teasing, distracting, playful. And I was his toy for the moment, something to hold onto and play with. <<s stranger>>You need work, but you have potential.<</s>> The man spoke as he took his hand away from me. <<s stranger>>Trust is to be built.<</s>> I looked to see his friend moving away from mine, conversation now concluded. <<s stranger>>This is for your first time. I'll see you around girl.<</s>> The man said as he handed me a small bag surreptitiously, ushering me along. His last ominous statement remained on my mind as I moved away, hiding the bag in the palm of my fist. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 20 and $evasub gte 10>><<link "Convince her to go">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva40 Herdeal" 1>><<add "evasub" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva. It's now or never. Either you do this or you'll forever lose your chance to find out what happened.<</s>> I said. My friend looked at me, and I tried my best to portray confidence as I looked back at her. She nodded, making her decision before standing to head towards the man on the bench. I watched as she approached him, dressed in her skirt and acting all joyful and approachable. <<s stranger>>You're alone here?<</s>> Distracting me from my observation, I turned to see a man standing there, talking to me. <<s Author>>I'm sorry do I know you?<</s>> I asked the stranger as he crossed his legs and sat down next to me. He smiled, his white teeth revealing themselves as he looked me up and down. <<s stranger>>You're not a cop, are you?<</s>> He asked, figuring he'd read me entirely. <<s Author>>I'm too young to be one, don't you think?<</s>> I fired back, matching his intensity and looking at him myself. He looked good, kept himself well groomed as his appearance showed a decent bit of attractiveness. <<s stranger>>Not so very young, I hope?<</s>> He flirted blatantly, and I was taken aback by his forwardness. Why did I put up with his antics? I turned to look at my friend, who was now seated next to the dealer at the bench, shyly engaged in a conversation with him. <<s stranger>>Your friend?<</s>> He asked, nodding his head towards them. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> I admitted, figuring that he'd back down if he knew I wasn't so lonely as I might've seemed. <<s stranger>>He's mine.<</s>> He countered. I looked at him with renewed interest. The man was not dressed the way dealers are supposed to. He looked too elegant, comfortable in his own skin. <<s stranger>>I can see the fight in you. That revelation changes things, doesn't it?<</s>> He asked openly, smiling wide at my confusion. <<s Author>>No fight.<</s>> I tried to sound courageous, but was probably failing. <<s Author>>Just putting two and two together.<</s>> I explained further. He looked at me, then back towards the other couple in the park. The dealer now had his hand on her thigh, rubbing it for her. <<light Eva>> was lost in the moment. <<s stranger>>If she can't handle a hand on her, she wouldn't be able to handle whatever it is she seeks.<</s>> The man explained, before shifting closer to me. <<s stranger>>I keep watch for any... outside threats.<</s>> He said pointedly. So there wasn't only a dealer anymore. That stranger was the lookout, just like I was for my friend. And the lookouts were watching as the dealer's hand drifted higher beneath her skirt, dangerously close to a naughty destination. <<s stranger>>I'm sure we'll see you around here some more.<</s>> The man said while smiling. <<s stranger>>So long as you keep your friend in check.<</s>> Did he know something about her that I didn't? Did he know what her true intentions were? What was going on here and what could I do about it to fix it? <<s stranger>>Worry not. Things will be fine so long as you comply.<</s>> He said as his own hand found its way to my thigh. <<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthigh1.jpg">> <div id='choices2'><<if $smarts gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Verbally reassure him">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthighstop.jpg">> Words have always been my strongest ally, and I was going to use them to my advantage here to get out of the tricky situation I found myself in. <<s Author>>Compliance is what causes problems for everyone.<</s>> Is said, immediately catching his attention as he stopped his exploitative movement. <<s Author>>If we all complied with the law, there would be no freedom to act on our own will.<</s>> I announced, receiving a raised eyebrow. <<s stranger>>That's an interesting thought.<</s>> The man said, suddenly looking at me with a new light now. <<s Author>>I understand your need to make sure everything is on the right line, especially with the kind of activity that you harbor.<</s>> I continued explaining, <<s Author>>But there is no doubt that people like us, going out of our way to reach you, are not your danger. We're still at school, but adults, desperate for a way out of the system.<</s>> The man looked at me with an intense stare. He saw something new in my eyes, something familiar. <<s stranger>>Yeah you're good.<</s>> He said, smiling, no longer showing that naughty interest but rather finding a more normal one. <<s stranger>>You're real good.<</s>> He continued. As we turned to look at my friend and his, we saw that they had somehow separated, <<light Eva>> a light shade of red on the cheeks and him all confident. He passed her a small bag surreptitiously, before he ushered her to leave. <<s stranger>>I'll see you around, smart girl.<</s>> The man told me as he moved away himself. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Verbally reassure him" "Not smart enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Open my legs for him">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/openlegs.jpg">> Something about submitting to this man, allowing him this kind of naughty access, simply called to me, required of me to follow, give him more. I found myself spreading my legs for him, giving him further access to my thighs and what was between. The gentleman did not take the bait, instead playfully drifting his hand still where it was, not pushing anything beyond what he had started. I whimpered as his explorations remained tame, at the shores of the island instead of deep where the treasure was. A treasure that needed to be taken. <<s stranger>>You're compliant alright!<</s>> The man said with a smirk, seeing my reactions and laughing about them. <<s Author>>What can I say, you're that good.<</s>> I complimented back to him, almost smirking at the statement. <<s stranger>>You'll make a good addition.<</s>> He finally said, his hand moving away from me as he saw my friend and his had finished their conversation, <<light Eva>> walking back with rosy cheeks. His last ominous statement remained on my mind as he moved away, leaving me behind to my own devises. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Open my legs for him" "Not open enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Submit to his touch">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "events/evaevents/handonthigh2.jpg">> My body reacted normally to his touch, as I froze, allowing him free reign over what he was doing. The man had a mission, a mission to distract me, and he did exactly that. In half a mind, I was trying to see what happened with my friend, who was being hit on by the man next to her, while the other half struggled whether it should urge the man molesting me to go further or to stop his actions. I did neither, seeing where he'd take things. The gentleman did not go beyond that initial touch, teasing, distracting, playful. And I was his toy for the moment, something to hold onto and play with. <<s stranger>>You need work, but you have potential.<</s>> The man spoke as he took his hand away from me. I looked to see my friend moving away from his, conversation now concluded as she walked back to us, cheeks a subtle shade of red after whatever encounter she had with the strange dealer. His last ominous statement remained on my mind as he moved away, leaving me behind to my own devises. <<link "Meet up with my friend" "EvaEvent 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $smarts lt 20>><<dark "Convince her to go" "Not smart enough (20)">><<else>><<dark "Convince her to go" "She's not submissive enough (10)">><</if>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Back together after having moved further away from where we had met, my friend and I were eager to bring 2 and 2 together. <<if $friendsevents.has("Eva40 Medeal")>><<s Eva>>So, any news?<</s>>She was quick to ask, eager to get any information she could. <<s Author>>He's a drug dealer, alright.<</s>> I stated, showing her the small bag of weed he'd given me. <<light Eva>> immediately snatched the bag from my hand. <<s Eva>>Not here in front of everyone!<</s>> She said, furtively looking around, paranoid. There was no one in sight. <<s Author>>What about you, who was that guy?<</s>> I asked her, curious about the man she was entertaining or distracting or whatever. <<s Eva>>His friend. They're obviously organized. Moreso than my brother wrote in his journal.<</s>> She said, her breath quickening with an incoming panic.<<else>><<s Author>>So, any update? How did it go?<</s>> I was quick to ask, eager to get any information she'd give me, beyond what I learned from the man that had me distracted. <<s Eva>>He's definitely a drug dealer.<</s>> She stated, showing a small bag of weed that he'd obviously given her, before quickly hiding it away. I looked around, to see that the gesture caught no one's attention. <<s Eva>>What about you, who was that guy?<</s>> She asked curiously. <<s Author>>His friend. They work together. That other guy keeps an eye out for cops.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eva>>Oh.. They're really organized. Moreso than my brother wrote in his journal...<</s>> She said, her breath quickening with an incoming panic.<</if>> I leaned in to hug her, placing my hands around her to keep her safe from outside influences. She leaned into the hug, returning it. The proximity of our bodies gave a beautiful warmth that I felt grateful for. And I felt that feeling of comfort reciprocated by my friend, whose hands rested on my back, stroking softly. She was a beautiful girl. We had a bright future ahead of us, if only we can navigate the coming few days together. And we were weighing out options, trying to know what the future might hold for us. But for now, I had her body against mine and I wouldn't trade it for the world. And she had my body against hers and I could feel her heartbeat, instead of slowing down, quicken. I moved back, and looked into her eyes. There were tears threatening to leave them, but they also travelled across my face, taking all of me in. And I allowed my own eyes to drift across her face as well. Down to her lips. She reciprocated the look. Her intentions were clear. And I felt like mine were too. I was just afraid that I'd move too fast. //One step at a time// I had said the last time we hung out at her place. Was she talking about me back then? Was it me that she was conflicted about? And if it was, what would I be willing to do about it? I was at a crossroads, not quite clear on which way the wind was going to blow me, but eager to find out, my own breath quickening... <div id='choices'><<if $bisex gte 8>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Lean in to kiss her">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/evaevents/parkkiss.jpg">> I moved closer to my friend. My naughty, attractive friend, who had adrenaline rushing through her body as it did mine. I needed her lips on mine, and it seemed, so did she. And we kissed, a beautiful little kiss in a picturesque location. We kissed and explored each other's mouths, enjoying the moment. I took the lead, and she adeptly followed, our lips trading kisses with beautiful passion. <<s Eva>>That was... Awesome!<</s>> She said as we separated. I smiled at her. Eventually, the height of the moment passed, we each headed our own direction to spend the rest of our day on our own, promising to meet again soon to see what to do with the drugs we had received... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lean in to kiss her" "Not bisexual enough (8)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Better not make a mistake">><<less "evasub" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/evaevents/parkkiss.jpg">> While I was afraid to move forward and make a move I might regret, my friend was not as hesitant this time. An unusual courage flowed over her as she moved closer to kiss my lips, exploring my mouth with hers as she pressed against me. I dutifully followed, the fear of the feeling I had towards her not being reciprocated now gone. <<light Eva>> was a good kisser, and the moment was almost magical as we shared lips with one another. <<s Eva>>I've always wanted to do that.<</s>> My friend stated as she moved away from me. I did as well, but didn't know what that meant about our friendship or relationship, or even about my sexuality. She noticed that hesitation coursing through me. <<s Eva>>I hope I didn't overstep?<</s>> She asked, worried now. <<s Author>>You didn't... I need some time.<</s>> I said. The height of the moment passed, we each headed our own direction to spend the rest of our day on our own, promising to meet again soon to see what to do with the drugs we had received... //Was Eva bisexual? Was I? Where was all of this going to lead us?// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<set $evamessagepre to 8>><<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "events/evaevents/eva-hangouthome1.jpg" "Eva's Room">> <<s Author>>Jasmin's obviously Jasmin!<</s>> I said to her, laughing out loud. <<s Eva>>Hey not to be racist or anything, but our Jasmin is far off from the Jasmin in the movie, who's Arab at the very least!<</s>> My friend argued back, laughing. <<s Author>>But it's in the name!<</s>> I shot back. <<s Eva>>Ugh forget it. At least we agree that Yara's Mulan.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're fine ignoring Mulan's race but can't do the same for Jasmin? Come on!<</s>> I quipped back. <<s Eva>>Hey I'm the one in charge of this conversation, you asked me, don't you remember?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well I don't see it but alright you're right.<</s>> It was my fault, I did ask her what character we each were in her eyes, after pointing out her similarities with the princess Belle. <<s Author>>What about me, though?<</s>> I asked her, smiling and trying to see what she thought of me. She was thoughtful for a moment, trying to find the character for me. <<s Eva>>You're independent like Moana, and feisty like Miranda... But also gullible like Fiona from beauty and the frog.<</s>> <<s Author>>Gullible??<</s>> I faked being offended by her... And maybe even was a bit... <<s Eva>>Hey you asked me. But I'm not sure which of them resembles you most...<</s>> She said, looking at me for an answer. It was interesting to look at myself with that critical eye... Which of these did I truly feel like I looked like? <div id='choices'><<if $athletics gte 30>><<link "I'm strong like Moana">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I flexed my biceps as I said the next words. <<s Author>>I believe I am strong like Moana.<</s>> My friend laughed, and I could see her eyes linger a bit longer on the shape of my muscles. <<s Author>>Go ahead, you can touch them, I don't bite.<</s>> I said to her. She went for it, her hand touching me and testing the waters. <<s Eva>>You're right. It's even better than Yara!<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Well to be fair, she is a runner.<</s>> I said as we separated again. But in her eyes, I could clearly see a sparkle of appreciation to my form, and I couldn't help but smile. Memories on our last encounter at the park and that kiss we shared played in my mind... <<link "Move on" "EvaEvent 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I'm strong like Moana" "No I'm not athletic enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "I am feisty like Miranda">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well we both know I'm a strong character. I'm obviously Miranda!<</s>> I stated, smiling wide. My friend smiled and nodded, something about her reaction telling me she was being deferential. I needed to make sure. <<s Author>>After all, I always get what I want. Won't you agree?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Eva>>Actually yes... You do have that natural aura.<</s>> She spoke with subservience, looking to boost my ego. My friend has always been timid at best, but with our recent growth, it seems like there was a shift of power in our relationship... That last kiss at the park came to mind, and disappeared just as quickly. <<link "Move on" "EvaEvent 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am faisty like Miranda" "No I'm not dominant enough (10)">><</if>> <<if $open gte 30>><<link "I have to admit I'm gullible like Fiona">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'll admit I'm accepting like Fiona. I'd kiss a frog if he spoke the right words.<</s>> I said, laughing. My friend joined me in laughter. <<s Author>>Hey it's not like you wouldn't either!<</s>> I called her out, and her laugh intensified. <<s Eva>>If a talking frog came to me and claimed to be a prince, it wouldn't hurt to kiss him, no?<</s>> She said, laughing. <<s Author>>Touche!<</s>> At the mention of a kiss, my mind went back to the one we shared last time we hung out at the park. A vivid, quickly dismissed beautiful event. <<link "Move on" "EvaEvent 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I have to admit I'm gullible like Fiona" "Of course I'm not! (open below 30)">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 30>>Actually, why do I have to choose between them? <<link "You're not the only Belle here.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Eva, you're not the only belle of the ball.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'm smart, beautiful, and I have one up on you, I'm actually into beasts.<</s>> I said, making humor out of my statement. Her shocked expression quickly turned into laughter as the tension subsided. <<s Eva>>There's nothing wrong with you being Belle too. We're similar after all.<</s>> She said, smiling. With talk of similarities, I couldn't help but allow my mind to drift back to our kiss at the park the last time we hung out. There was something beautiful about that shared kiss, and even more beautiful now that we were admitting our comparable characters. <<link "Move on" "EvaEvent 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $subdom lt 10 and $athletics lt 30 and $open lt 30>><<link "I'm none of those... I don't know...">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm none of those... I don't really know about me...<</s>> I said, worried that I don't have a defining feature I can count on in any of them. <<s Eva>>Hey hey, no need to have a crisis of character. That just means you're unique, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said, feeling bad for me. <<s Author>>I know, it's just... weird.<</s>> Did I really have no similarities with princesses? And I wanted to become prom queen? My mind was racing with the realizations I was making. <<link "Move on" "EvaEvent 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<s Author>>Hey what happened to that artist of yours?<</s>> I asked her, looking to move on with the conversation. <<s Eva>>Which artist?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>The one that created a stripping Belle.<</s>> I stated. <<s Eva>>Oh.<</s>> She turned red at the memory. But there was also something more. There was news. <<s Eva>>She went down that rabbit hole.<</s>> She stated softly, averting her gaze. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I asked her, my curiosity peaked. <<s Eva>>Well... She's been drawing Belle in even more compromising situations... And it's been a woozy...<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously? Show me!<</s>> It was interesting that my friend, after that artist's switch in character and style, continued to follow up on her content. If that wasn't an example that she was changing as she grew, I don't know what is. <<s Eva>>But seriously, it's a lot.<</s>> She stated as she handed me her phone, the artist's profile chosen. <<vid "events/evaevents/beauty-chandelier.mp4">> Long gone were the tasteful stripping videos. Now belle rode a chandelier in the latest art created by this once innocent individual. And that's what <<light Eva>> had been watching. <<s Author>>And you still follow her?<</s>> <<s Eva>>She still creates okay stuff!<</s>> My friend tried explaining herself, as I looked at the next video. <<vid "events/evaevents/beauty-bj.mp4">> The dark cock opened our belle's lips, gaining pleasure from her more and more, as she sucked him off. Seeing her on her knees like that, I couldn't help but imagine <<light Eva>> in her position, blowing a hard cock, or a strap-on. <<s Author>>She really went for it!<</s>> I stated, looking at the videos alongside my friend. <<s Eva>>Look at the next one.<</s>> She told me, both of us enthralled by what we were seeing. <<vid "events/evaevents/beauty-doggystyle.mp4">> I gasped as I saw the next one. The beast had her bent over like a bitch in heat, fucking her from behind doggystyle. This was a compromising position, a beautiful one that truly suited our Belle. <<s Author>>Woah!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I know right?<</s>> she replied in a whisper. <<s Eva>>It's weird, but it being in cartoon form makes it even better.<</s>> She admitted, looking at the screen we shared. <<s Author>>It's so wrong.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Doesn't make it any less beautiful.<</s>> She admitted. I looked at my friend, understanding that we were both pretty "bothered" by what was happening. There was a tension in the air. One you could cut with a knife. <<s Eva>>I...<</s>> My friend hesitated to speak. I looked at her. <<s Eva>>I don't know why I like these. I'm not usually into it.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with that.<</s>> I tried to reassure her. We were dangerously close. <<s Eva>>No... It's just that it was taking a long time for me to accept that... I might be into women.<</s>> She said that last part a bit too quickly, trying to put it out there once and for all. She took a breath. I did too. <<s Eva>>And I was coming to terms with the fact that I might be a lesbian. But with these, I'm stepping back.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Eva>>I'm liking the cock going in.<</s>> That was a lot of information at once. But my friend needed reassurance. I place my hand on her knee. <<s Author>>It doesn't matter what you do and don't like. What matters is being open to it.<</s>> I said, trying to alleviate her concerns. <<s Eva>>But what if I am wrong? What if I'm not into women?<</s>> <<s Author>>Did you like kissing me last time?<</s>> I asked her, looking to nip her worries in the bud. <<s Eva>>I've been thinking about it ever since.<</s>> She bit her lip. The tension was too much. This was the tipping point. One time is an experiment. Twice is a statement. <div id='choices'><<link "Make a statement" "EvaEvent 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaEvent 5 Kiss" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> <<link "Backtrack. Better not ruin the friendship.">><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The tension was too much. I moved away just a bit. It had an extreme reaction. <<s Eva>>Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.<</s>> <<s Author>>No, no. It's not that. I just don't want to ruin things between us.<</s>> I said to her, trying to keep her safe. <<s Eva>>It wouldn't.<</s>> <<s Author>>How can you know?<</s>> <<s Eva>>We won't let it. We're just trying things out.<</s>> She said. My friend was willing to give it a go. I don't know if I was too... Would this change things? <<link "Better not risk it.">><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Something in me was hesitant. Going down that path might be hurtful, and I didn't want to see my friend get hurt. <<s Author>>Sorry... I think it's better I don't go down that road.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Eva>>I understand. And I get what you were trying to prove. I'm definitely into girls if I begged you for a kiss the way I did.<</s>> She tried laughing about it, but there was a tone of defeat to her. <<s Author>>You probably are, and there's nothing wrong with that.<</s>> I said, reassuring her. She gave me a half-smile. The next couple of hours were a bit tense before I left my friend's house. //We're probably going to be stuck as friends from here on... I hope she finds joy in her pursuits.// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Lean in. We're both into it." "EvaEvent 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "EvaEvent 5 Kiss" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "open" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<vid "events/evaevents/event5-kissing.mp4">> Hands drifted across bodies as <<light Eva>> and I allowed ourselves to explore each other more, enjoying the other person's lips as we were their curves. <<s Eva>>You're so hot!<</s>> <<s Author>>You are too.<</s>> I answered her back, enjoying her lips against mine and wanting to taste her even more. With great effort, I allowed myself to remove my lips from hers, looking in her beautiful brown eyes and trying to discern what she was feeling. <<s Author>>What about now? Do you like kissing me?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Eva>>Yes. More than anything.<</s>> She admitted, gaining her a smile from me, which she reciprocated. <<s Author>>Then maybe that's proof enough that you're into girls.<</s>> I said. <<s Eva>>Or that I'm into you.<</s>> She admitted. I looked at her. Her eyes were sparkling. She truly was attracted to me. Part of me felt pride. Another part was fearing these strong emotions. There was conflict inside, and my friend saw something from it. <<s Eva>>Too much?<</s>> She asked. She asked the right question. Was it too much too fast? <div id='choices'><<link "Maybe it is...">><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I was at a loss for words, but didn't want to make my friend feel awkward about her admission. I'd have to thread carefully. <<s Author>>I just think maybe we're looking too much into it.<</s>> I stated, trying to be diplomatic. <<s Eva>>I understand. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>It's okay, Belle. I was just trying to help you understand yourself more.<</s>> She took the blow gracefully. <<s Eva>>Thank you. I appreciate that.<</s>> My friend hugged me tightly, her lips not finding mine anymore as she dealt with what had happened. Where would this take us? <<link "Leave for today." "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "We can take this slow.">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think the best thing we can do is to take things slow. There's time still for everything to find its place in this relationship.<</s>> I claimed diplomatically. <<s Eva>>You're right. No need to rush things.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Author>>Besides, our Belle is yet to find out if I am a prince in disguise or simply a Beast.<</s>> I joked. <<s Eva>>Probably a Gaston if you ask me.<</s>> She quipped back. //I did have the charisma to attract a person like her after all, did I not?// <<link "Leave for today" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $bisex gte 15>><<link "Not enough!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<vid "events/evaevents/event5-hardcore-kissing.mp4">> My lips found hers once more, wanting to show my friend I am all in on this, whatever it may be. Her lips were tasty, and I couldn't get enough of them. I'd get what I want out of her sexy body, come what may. And I did, my hands roaming against hers, trying my best to get as much as I can from my friend, trying to feel her body against mine. She was a hot piece of ass, and at the moment, she was all mine, neither Gaston's nor the Beast. I am the beast. Her moans of pleasure merged with mine as our passionate kissing continued for the next few minutes, no statement needing to be made with words, our lips busy with each other's. <<s Eva>>I... You're amazing!<</s>> <<s Author>>As are you, my lovely Belle.<</s>> I replied in between kisses of my own. <<link "Leave for today" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Not enough!" "Not bisexual enough (15)">><</if>> </div><</if>>

<<if $evamaths is "Study">><<set $evamaths to "Studied">>Meeting <<light Eva>> to study for our upcoming math exam wasn't my preferred way to spend an afternoon, but at least she was there to make it better for me. <<s Eva>>Honestly these formulas are really getting more ridiculous by the second.<</s>> <<s Author>>We should've taken him up in his offer.<</s>> <<s Eva>>You're making less sense than these number, <<print $name>>. We did the right thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>The right thing is going to cost us our grades, Eva.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Look at least we're doing something about it now okay. Now where's x?<</s>> We might not have the best chances to pass this exam, but at least we have an opportunity for it now... //Hopefully the exam won't be too hard...// <<link "Leave" "Library">><<set $visitedlibrary to true>><<set $researchweek to true>><</link>> <<elseif $evamaths is "Cheatme">><<set $evamaths to "Cheated">>Meeting <<light Eva>> to study for our upcoming math exam wasn't my preferred way to spend an afternoon, but at least she was there to make it better for me, and we had the exam cheat! <<s Eva>>Even with the exam cheat, it's difficult to find all the answers ahead of the exam!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was right, as we were trying to wrap our minds around the notions and information we had in front of us, doing our best to make sense of them. <<if $smarts gte 25>>Thankfully, I was able to decifer a few of the information that was there, and managed to collect all the answers we needed for tomorrow's exam. (Grade +1)<<add "grade" 1>><<else>>I struggled to understand all the notions we had in front of us, but remained hopeful we'd be able to make use of what we had to our advantage.<</if>> <<s Eva>>Thank God we got the exam from that weeb! We wouldn't have been able to study well otherwise!<</s>> <<s Author>>I got that exam from the weeb. It's me who showed my tits.<</s>> <<light Eva>> smiles at me. <<s Eva>>Yes you did, thanks for that!<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>To be equal, she should show me hers.">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's only one way for us to be equal.<</s>> <<light Eva>> was quick to understand my intentions. <<s Eva>>Are you serious?<</s>> <<s Author>>At least you're not showing yours to a complete stranger!<</s>> <<s Eva>>John is not a stranger?<</s>> <<s Author>>Even worse, you know his name. Come on, it's just us girls here.<</s>> I give her a sweet smile, as she thinks about it for a moment, before giving a small nod. <<s Eva>>It's only fair.<</s>> Impressed that she bought my logic, I bite my tongue to keep me from breaking the spell as my friend hooks her hands under the shirt and bra she's wearing, rising them to reveal her diminutive orbs here in the middle of the library. <img src='images/events/evaevents/flashing-in-library.jpg' position='center' width='100%'> Her beautiful mounds have my full attention as I look at them staring back at me, impressed by their soft attractiveness. <<light Eva>> gives a soft smile as she sees me looking at them. <<s Eva>>Like what you see?<</s>> <<s Author>>They're not bad at all!<</s>> I tell her with a smile of my own, glad she was able to let go like that. As she covers them, calling me back to studying, I can't deny the effect her body has had on me, as I feel a soft heat down below. <<link "Leave" "Library">><<set $visitedlibrary to true>><<set $researchweek to true>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Move along, let's keep studying.">><<replace "#choices">>I smile back at her. <<s Author>>This all won't mean anything without us making use of it and studying all this stuff!<</s>> She nods along as we both get to working on the material in front of us, hoping we'll be ready in time for the exam. <<link "Leave" "Library">><<set $visitedlibrary to true>><<set $researchweek to true>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $evamaths is "Cheat">><<set $evamaths to "Cheated">>Meeting <<light Eva>> to study for our upcoming math exam wasn't my preferred way to spend an afternoon, but at least she was there to make it better for me, and we had the exam cheat! <<s Eva>>Even with the exam cheat, it's difficult to find all the answers ahead of the exam!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was right, as we were trying to wrap our minds around the notions and information we had in front of us, doing our best to make sense of them. <<if $smarts gte 25>>Thankfully, I was able to decipher a little of the information that was there, and managed to collect all the answers we needed for tomorrow's exam. (Grade +1)<<add "grade" 1>><<else>>I struggled to understand all the notions we had in front of us, but remained hopeful we'd be able to make use of what we had to our advantage.<</if>> <<s Eva>>Thank God we got the exam from that weeb! We wouldn't have been able to study well otherwise!<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah thanks for doing that, you really saved us!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Don't mention it.<</s>> She smiles at me. <<s Eva>>Seriously don't ever.<</s>> Her smile turns sour as she widens her glare, before breaking into laughter. <img src='images/events/evaevents/flashing-in-library.jpg' position='center' width='100%'> //As I think back to the beautiful vision that she shared with that stranger in the corridor, I feel lucky to have witnessed such an event.// <<s Eva>>What are you thinking about?<</s>> <<s Author>>You told me not to mention it.<</s>> I smile at her, as her blush grows just a tiny bit. <<s Author>>Come on, let's study and get this over with.<</s>> <<link "Leave" "Library">><<set $visitedlibrary to true>><<set $researchweek to true>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "events/evaevents/eye-hurt.jpg" "Eye'm in pain">> <<s Eva>>Shit shit shit my eye...<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey language!<</s>> Her cursing was unusual, and she did seem in pain. I approached her. <<s Author>>Are you doing okay?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Something is in my eye and it feels really bad. Can you please help me to the infirmiary?<</s>> She needed my help, and I was going to provide it. <<s Author>>Let's go.<</s>> I hooked my hand behind her back and helped her, walking alongside her towards our destination. <<s Author>>Can you see anything?<</s>> <<s Eva>>It hurts to much to try, I've got my other eye closed too. I'm totally dependent on you.<</s>> She was totally dependent on me. The amount of trust that took... <<s Author>>Thank you for the trust.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't have a choice...<</s>> She had a point. <<s Author>>But if you did?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'd definitely put my trust in you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> I was honored. <<s Author>>That's a wise choice.<</s>> I could feel her leaning into me even further. This whole situation had its desired effect, I think. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>I heard her in the stall right next to mine, cursing once more. <<s Eva>>Shit, shit shit.<</s>> Like last time, I quipped back: <<s Author>>Language, Eva!<</s>> <<s Eva>><<print $name>> oh thank God! You gotta help me!<</s>> She called out, recognizing me from my voice. <<s Author>>What's up?<</s>> I stood next to her stall, listening in. <<s Eva>>I need you to get me a tampon.<</s>> <<s Author>>Forgot yours?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Misplaced, forgot, I don't know. I just need your help.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're lucky I have one in my own bag.<</s>> <<light Eva>>'s voice showed how releaved she was. <<s Eva>>Amazing! Hand it over.<</s>> Her hand appeared from under the stall door. <<s Author>>It's my last one...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Please?<</s>> Her voice turned soft. <<s Author>>Only if you ask nicely.<</s>> I continued the joke as I started looking for the tampon in my bag. <<s Eva>>Please <<print $name>>, will you be my savior and help me with this? I'll owe you one. Please save me?<</s>> I may have been joking, but she was too convincing in her submissive act. I couldn't not help such a lost bird. She was too cute to ignore. I gave her the item, and she was immediately thankful. <<s Eva>>Thank you thank you thank you!<</s>> She kept the praise. //Being submissive must come as second nature to her!// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>I approached my friend, sitting at the cafeteria with a sandwich in hand, eagerly biting into it. <<s Author>>Hey friend!<</s>> <<light Eva>>, mouth half full, tries to speak: <<s Eva>>Shanks!<</s>> She takes a moment to swallow the food she has in her mouth. <<s Eva>>Fuck this is good.<</s>> <<s Author>>Language girl!<</s>> I am quick to quip, this interaction becoming common between us. <<s Eva>>Sorry, sorry, it's just that this is... My parents really know their shit.<</s>> I looked at the sandwich she had in hand. It overflowed with cooked vegetables. <<s Eva>>Try some.<</s>> She puts her hand out, and I take a bite of the sandwich. I immediately can see why she felt so good about this. It tasted divine. <<s Eva>>See?<</s>> My eyes lit up as I nodded my approval. As we sat and talked, I kept stealing glances at the tasty sandwich. <<light Eva>> caught up to it. I wasn't obvious or anything, but I would've liked another taste of it. I could see my friend thinking about it, a mental conversation playing in her head, before she made her decision: <<s Eva>>I'm full. Can you take the rest of that?<</s>> I looked at her, incredulous. <<s Author>>Are you sure?<</s>> I didn't want to overstep. She looked like she could still eat some more, but she was doing it for me. She was putting my wants ahead of hers... <<light Eva>> was growing more permissive and helpful by the day... I'd say more submissive... I accepted her offer. It was nice seeing that shift in character, her growing more into her shell. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>>I approached my friend, bags full and back hurting from their weight. <<s Author>>Fucking books, why do we need so many?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Language!<</s>> This time it was her that stopped me from cursing. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>It's just a lot, you know?<</s>> She smiled back sympathetically. <<if $subdom gte 10>>I remembered a past time I hung out with my friend. She was eager to please... <<s Author>>Hey would you mind helping me with a few of these?<</s>> <<light Eva>> was odded out by my request, but quick to comply. <<s Eva>>Of course, I'd love to!<</s>> She announced, rushing to aid with the bag. <<s Eva>>I'll carry yours and you'll carry mine?<</s>> She announced, taking on the heavier weight and immediately struggling with it. There was no denying, my friend has become more submissive, more helpful and accepting. <<s Author>>You are a savior.<</s>> I wanted to promote this kind of behavior. <<s Eva>>It's the least I could do.<</s>> I smiled at her. //Maybe next time I'll get her to do more than that?// <<else>>As I thought of what to do with my bag, <<light Yara>> approached the two of us. <<s Yara>>Stupid physics class with their stupid huge books. Hey can any of you help with my bag?<</s>> Before I could even deny her my aid, <<light Eva>> was quick to offer hers. <<s Eva>>Sure! We can switch bags.<</s>> Athletic <<light Yara>> smiled as she gave my submissive friend her heavier bag, donning the lighter one my friend carried. There was no denying that <<light Eva>> has grown more submissive, especially in the face of such dominant people as <<light Yara>>. It would be interesting to see where this newly discovered dynamic would take them... <<if $subdom lte -20>>//Was I jealous of her subservience?//<</if>><</if>> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg">>/*Smarts lvl 15*/ <<pic Eva>><</pic>> As I got closer to my friend, her head went up from behind a book, noticing me. <<s Eva>>Hey.<</s>> She whispered, making sure not to raise her voice too much. <<s Author>>Someone's stressed.<</s>> I matched her tone, standing next to her desk. <<s Eva>>It's the chemistry exam. I've still not studied the latest chapter.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's only going to be 5 points in the exam.<</s>> I pointed out. <<s Author>>5 points out of 100, that's nothing.<</s>> She thought about it, then spoke: <<s Eva>>It's 5 more points to help raise the grade.<</s>> <<s Author>>From 95 to 100<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "It's not worth it.">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I continued: <<s Author>>It's really not worth it. The grade stays the same.<</s>> She looked at me, the worry on her face still present but somewhat subsiding. <<s Eva>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Author>>Better 5 less points then your hair falling off, Eva.<</s>> I smiled reassuringly at her, before taking my leave. I hope she takes my advice under consideration. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "As you wish.">><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my friend and the books she had in front of her. <<s Author>>Hey as you wish. It's your hair that's falling off.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Ha ha.<</s>> She gave me a fake laugh before returning to her books. <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/library.jpg">>/*Smarts lvl 10*/ <<pic Eva>><</pic>> Bored <<light Eva>> immediately saw me approaching her this time at the library, greeting me almost instantly. <<s Eva>>Hey <<print $name>>!<</s>> Her louder voice immediately caught the attention of a nearby student, who shushed her. <<light Eva>> put her tongue out, turning her attention to me. <<s Eva>>What are you up to here?<</s>> She asked, beeming. <<s Author>>I could ask you the same. You don't seem to be studying?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh yeah, not really in the mood I don't know why. I'll still do well I know it.<</s>> She was confident of her skills, although the upcoming exam was quite challenging... <<s Eva>>But I can't go back home.<</s>> She clarified. <<s Author>>Why?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'm supposed to be here studying. My parents would drill me with questions if I wasn't. So I come here and get bored.<</s>> Her parents had been overbearing for a while now... <<s Author>>Nothing to kill that boredom?<</s>> I asked. <<s Eva>>Not enough friends to talk to on that phone.<</s>> <<s Author>>What about social media? Videos and stuff?<</s>> She looked at me, intrigued. <<s Author>>You can surf videos, easiest way to lose time.<</s>> I pointed out to her. <<s Eva>>I guess I'll give it a try...<</s>> A while later, as I took a small break from my own thing, I noticed she was too engaged in what she was watching on her phone. //That's the solution to her boredom, I guess... And the catalyst to her distracted brain.// Was I smiling to myself at this development? <<link "Leave" "Library">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "locations/park.jpg" "Park">>/*Smarts lvl 0*/ <<pic Eva>><</pic>> My friend was indeed hanging out here at the park, which was an unusual spot to be finding her. I approached. <<s Eva>>Hey <<print $name>>!<</s>> She greeted me, <<s Eva>>That's a lovely weather we're having here today!<</s>> She seemed unbothered by the location, the oddity of her presence here, anything related to that. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Eva>>What? Oh! I'm not at the library hahaha yeah.<</s>> She explained: <<s Eva>>Well I figured my parents don't know where I am at all times, and so I could say I'm at the library and hang out here instead. They're close enough to each other that they won't comment on it.<</s>> She was now openly breaking her parents' rules. Just because she didn't feel like studying. The <<light Eva>> I knew had started changing... <<s Author>>So long as you're happy...<</s>> I let the words linger. <<s Eva>>Happier than ever. Why study if it won't help us get anywhere, right? The debate club has better odds of giving me that future.<</s>> It was good to know she hadn't entirely given up on education just yet... Although... <<s Eva>>So yeah I'll be at the park from now on. I like it here.<</s>> She clarified. <<s Author>>I guess I'll see you around here then!<</s>> I smiled at her. <<light Eva>> was headed in a particular direction, and I had a hand in that. Did I really want her to go further down that path? <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichalf "workout/lustyeva-4.jpg">> As we jogged today, at one point, I found myself separated from <<light Yara>> and looking at ean interesting sight... An attractive woman, someone I didn't quite recognize at first with her head turned away from me, was kneeling atop a bench, looking at the grass ahead. A beautiful dressed flowed around her body. <<pichalf "workout/lustyeva-1.jpg">> She turned, her legs spread, flashing me her lack of panties and the sexy lips that hid below the dress. A sexy secret, that she was sharing without any issues. And then I looked at who it was... <<pic Eva>><</pic>> My once nerdy friend was flashing her sexy body to strangers at a park, unbeware that her movements were putting her hot body on display. Even then, as I looked undrneath her dress at her beautiful snatch, her pussy lips calling for my attention, a naughty minx in a public place, she didn't recognize me, not even noticing she was being seen. She did notice something else, entirely. A squirrel fast approaching the bench. The dumb girl jumped atop the bench, trying to stay away from the squirrel. And yet again, flashing me even more of her body. <<pichalf "workout/lustyeva-2.jpg">> This time, her ass was on beautiful display, a sexy sight of purity and innocent beauty. A naughty attraction that I could only hope to see more. Hope to see more? Did I want my friend to flash even more of herself? As if a wish becoming reality, I saw the squirrel move further up, trying to grasp at her flowing flowery dress. And my friend did the smartest thing to stop it from doing that. <<pichalf "workout/lustyeva-3.jpg">> She pulled her dress up, over her breasts, flashing her entire nude body to anyone who'd like to see, showing she didn't care to wear underwear, showing she was a sexy vixen, willing to put everything out on display. The sight turned me on. My friend was turning into an airheaded naughty girl, and even a squirrel was able to make her flash an entire park. She did eventually notice what she had done, rushing away, leaving me behind to reel with what happened. //If a squirrel was able to get her naked, what will a deceptive person get her to do?// As the thoughts of my friend's growing promiscuity swirled in my head, I was finally approached by a jogging <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>Something I missed?<</s>> I just shook my head no.

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/plasticity.jpg" "Plasticity">> <<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Eva, what are you doing here?<</s>> My friend, in realizing my approach, carried quite the shy appearance. <<s Eva>><<print $name>>... I... What are you doing here?<</s>> My friend had switched the interrogation onto me, and I was on the defensive, before a nurse approached her. <<s stranger>>Ms. Delphine... The surgeon is ready to see you.<</s>> //Delphine?// It was quite the unusual name, unusual situation... I wondered what would come out of this. <<s Eva>>Eum yes... Sorry <<print $name>>...<</s>> <div id='choices'><<link "I'm coming with.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I'm coming with you, Eva.<</s>> I claimed, not waiting for her to argue against my statement, as I walked alongside her. <<s Eva>>What are you doing?<</s>> <<s Author>>Helping a friend.<</s>> I gave her a reassuring smile as the nurse led us into the office. My friend grabbed my hand in appreciation, holding on for support. <<link "Continue" "Eva Smarts lvl 7">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Good luck, Eva.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well, good luck Eva!<</s>> I called out behind her, receiving a smile. One that showed a decent amount of uncertainty. I wonder what all this is about... Might come in relevant the next time we meet up. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "I will not be able to influence the outcome of this encounter.">></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/surgeon-office.jpg" "Surgeon's Office">> Walking into the office, <<light Eva>> and myself were greeted by a person who should be a doctor, from the look of his white coat. <<s stranger>>Hello, Belle.<</s>> The man greeted me. <<s Eva>>Actually that's me.<</s>> My friend spoke out. I looked at her. //Belle?// That whole thing is getting weirder and weirder... <<s Eva>>I'm Belle Delphine.<</s>> She continued to claim. The man smiled. <<s stranger>>Sorry. I now see that to be true.<</s>> He said, eyeing her chest openly. One would be offended by the way he stared, if they were not here for that exact reason. <<s Eva>>Yeah, that's what I'm here for.<</s>> She claimed, still standing awkwardly next to me. <<s stranger>>Please, grab a seat, and take off your shirt, let's see what we're working with.<</s>> He said. Before I could even speak, my friend had taken her seat and had her shirt off, clad in only a bra from above. <<picmid "events/evaevents/belle-smallboobs.jpg">>The doctor, now gloved, started probing her mounds. I watched it all go down. My friend bit her lip as he tested them out. <<s stranger>>That looks like something easy to manage, Ms Belle.<</s>> He said. <<s stranger>>We can easily expand to a D-Cup.<</s>> A D-Cup? On my petite friend? <<s Author>>Ev- Belle... Are you seriously considering this?<</s>> My friend turned to look at me. I couldn't quite tell what she was truly feeling. <<s stranger>>We can have the procedure now, with the amount you're promising to pay. I can get the surgery room ready at once.<</s>> The doctor continued to elaborate, like a rightful devil on her shoulder, enticing her to go for the surgery. I kept looking at my friend, my eyes boring into hers, urging her for a conversation. The devil relented. <<s stranger>>I'll give you some time to talk it over. This will change your life. Improve it a lot.<</s>> With that, the man walked out of the space, leaving us alone to <<link "talk with each other.">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "events/evaevents/belle-smallboobs.jpg">>My friend, still in a bra, looked hesitant about what was to follow. However an initial question plagued my mind. <<s Author>>Belle Delphine?<</s>> I asked about her false name. <<s Eva>>A fake alias. People would talk if they knew it was me who was having this surgery, being the daughter of my parents... They wouldn't let me hear the end of it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Would they not notice D-Sup boobs?<</s>> <<s Eva>>They are busy all the time. And I do wear baggy clothes more often than not.<</s>> <<s Author>>Eva... Why are you doing this?<</s>> My friend took a moment to answer my question, thinking on what she was about to say. <<s Eva>>The male gaze.<</s>> She said. <<s Eva>>Whether I like it or not, I need to appeal to it if I want to find any success in my life.<</s>> I tried to understand what she's claiming. The Male Gaze? Did <<light Bekham>>'s lesson have such an important impact on her? <<s Author>>But... What about your other sides? Your brain, your smartness, your sweetness...<</s>> I tried to remind her of everything else that was absolutely amazing about her. I tried to remind her that there was a lot that she could still hold onto. <<s Eva>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>. These will only get me so far. I'm not beautiful in the usual sense. I need more.<</s>> Oh my... Oh my... I was at a crossroads, not only in my relationship with my friend, but also in my personal outlook about her, a bout us, about everything... This was an important decision, and whether or not I supported her or tried to dissuade her of it will forever impact her story... <div id='choices'><<if $evaevent gte 5>><<link "I like you just like you are, Eva">><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva... Fuck what everyone else thinks. Fuck what the world is saying.<</s>> I started speaking. I needed her to listen. <<s Author>>You are amazing, perfect the way you are.<</s>> I pleaded with her. <<s Author>>You are... I love you the way you are, Eva. Just like you are. Nothing more or less. You are perfect like that, amazingly beautiful, and smart, and sexy. I love you just as you are.<</s>> My friend looked at me, her mouth slightly agape, a stunned expression on her face. <<s Author>>Please. I don't give a fuck about any other person, about any man. Fuck their gaze. In my eyes, you're absolutely perfect.<</s>> My friend rushed to hug me. Her hands wrapped around me, and mine quickly turned around her to hold her. <<picmid "events/evaevents/eva-hug.jpg">><<s Eva>>I... I love you too.<</s>> I held her tightly against me, not willing to let go anytime soon. My hands rested on her bare back, but I cared not about anything. There was nothing sexual at the moment, just pure, true, love. And I loved my friend. Beyond words. I truly loved her. <<s Eva>>I love you too, <<print $name>>. Fuck everyone else.<</s>> She said. I smiled as I kept her close, embracing her with all of my heart. Fuck everyone else. My friend was a pure beauty, and I'd always treat her as such. I'd always remind her of it. <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Eva will not have the surgery.">><<else>><<dark "I like you just like you are, Eva" "I don't think my opinion will change much. Not close enough (52)">><</if>> <<set _evasubchoice = 0 - $evasub>><<if $subdom gte _evasubchoice>><<link "I think you should listen to me. I'll make the choice for you.">><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva... I think you're beyond confused.<</s>> I said, ready to start taking control of this conversation, and hopefully, my friend's decision. <<s Author>>Don't you find your thoughts spiralling as we speak?<</s>> My friend took a moment, a breath, before talking: <<s Eva>>I... I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>Exactly. You don't know the repercussions of your action. I do.<</s>> <<s Eva>><<print $name>>... What should I do?<</s>> My friend was in a weakened position, extremely suggestible. <<s Author>>Let me see if I got this straight. You want to improve your breasts to catch attention, because you find that you're not enough. Is that right?<</s>> I tried to summarize her plight. <<s Eva>>Yes. I need attention.<</s>> She needs attention. Oh my what a broken character, so eager to please, to be seen, to serve... And willing to listen to me, to serve my whims, at this moment in time. I had the control. And I'd wield it in the way I saw fit. And right now... <div id='choices2'><<link "Let her have the surgery. Only because you want it for her.">><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Let's do this. I think you'll look prettier with bigger boobs.<</s>> I said, approving of her transformation. <<s Eva>>Really?<</s>> She was beaming, like a child that was allowed a treat they didn't expect to have. <<s Author>>Yes, my dear. You're allowed this. Only for you to look better, sexier, hotter. That's what you want, isn't it?<</s>> I continued my manipulation of her needs and wants, giving her the kind of praised she looked for. <<s Author>>You want to be a sexy piece of boobs, lusted over by strangers, no?<</s>> I asked her, pushing for my own narrative. <<s Eva>>That's... Right.<</s>> She agreed. <<s Author>>Say it loud and clear. Claim it to the world.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I want to be a hot piece of sexiness, a pair of boobs for people to oggle and lust for.<</s>> She said, using her own words. Simple, dumb, lustful words. My friend was well and truly corrupted, and I'd help her down that road. What a good good girl she'd become. <<s Author>>Let's see these new boobs of yours, come on.<</s>> I said to her. She bit her lip as I led her to the doctor that would morph her into a vision of sluttiness. <<link "Move along" "Eva Smarts lvl 7">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs" 1 "Eva New Boobs Seen" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "She will not have the surgery">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Your body is not the one to get you attention, Eva.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Learn to be satisfied with what you have, you can be attractive in countless other ways.<</s>> <<s Eva>>I can?<</s>> Her questioning signlaed her acceptance of alternate facts. Facts I'd be sharing with her. <<s Author>>You're going down the wrong path here. You need attention, and yet you look for it from strangers. I can give you that attention you crave, why look far for it?<</s>> <<s Eva>>I don't know, <<print $name>>... I just thought...<</s>> <<s Author>>That's the problem. You're thinking, and your thoughts are morphed, wrongly shaped.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Maybe it's time you let go and let others think for you. Let me think for you... And not make big decisions like that of your own volition. Stupid decisions.<</s>> I knew she wouldn't take offense in her weakened state. Stupid. <<s Eva>>You're right... You're right. I was being stupid.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Good girl.<</s>> I said to her, my hand now on her shoulder. <<s Author>>Next time you're about to make a stupid decision, what should you do?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Tell you about it.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>That's my girl. Let's get out of here.<</s>> //My friend was so easy to manipulate in her weak state. I knew I could lead her however I wanted should the opportunity arise next.// <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "She's more submissive than I am. I can persuade her with my own choice, whatever it may be.">><<else>><<dark "I think you should listen to me." "Not dominant enough (more submissive than she is.)">><</if>> <<link "Try to persuade her against it.">><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "Eva" 3>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva... You beautiful just like you are.<</s>> I tried to persuade her, dissuade her against the choice she wanted to make. <<s Eva>>Oh come on, <<print $name>>! You don't know what I'm going through. It's like I'm not there. You constantly get approached, lusted over, liked and loved. And I'm on the sidelines, always.<</s>> She explained, then elaborated, <<s Eva>>I'm friends with the sexiest babes out there, you, Yara, even Jasmine has something going for her with her blondeness. And yet here I am, a child in comparison. Petite and forgettable. I am done being forgotten, even if I have to catch men's attention for it.<</s>> Her voice was raising. <<s Eva>>That's the world I live in, and that's the world I'll need to accept if I want to move along with it.<</s>> She said, standing and heading towards where the doctor left, still in her bra. <<s Eva>>I appreciate your presence, but I think you're losing your time. I'll see you around.<</s>> There it goes. My friend was reticent on getting this done, and I had no choice in the matter. I'd find out what happened with her some other time, discover her changes... //Could I have done anything differently? Is she already too far gone?// <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Unfortunately, she does have a point.">><<add "open" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "arousal" 10>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Eva I...<</s>> I thought about what she said. While I'd want to argue against her, I had to admit to myself and her that I found she did have a point... <<s Author>>I... Get what you mean.<</s>> I said, and saw her expressions shift. From defensive, she now found herself unsettled. <<s Author>>Being ignored, seen as lesser than, feeling like I am not pretty enough...<</s>> I completely understood where she was coming from. <<s Author>>If that's the choice you're making, I think I understand where it comes from. And can only support it.<</s>> She was stunned by my backtracking. <<s Eva>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes, Eva. I've had my own trife with this aspect of my being. I've had the same struggles, I cannot argue against it.<</s>> I explained, moving close and placing a hand on her shoulder. <<s Author>>If anything, I admire your courage to do something about it.<</s>> My friend stood to hug me, still in her bra. <<s Eva>>I'll be here when you have yours.<</s>> She said to me. <<s Eva>>Will you stay with me?<</s>> I could only agree with what she'd requested of me. <<s Author>>Of course, Eva... I'll be here.<</s>> I said. My friend was making big moves to stay relevant, and that was quite admirable. Maybe I should start considering doing the same... <<link "Move along" "Eva Smarts lvl 7">><<pickup $friendsevents "Eva New Boobs" 1 "Eva New Boobs Seen" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/surgery-room.jpg" "Surgery Room">> Here we were, in the surgery room, as the doctor was preparing the table and location for my friend. <<s stranger>>Don't worry, your friend is in good hands.<</s>> He said in a professional manner. I could simply nod in acceptance. <<s stranger>>I'll need to to wait in the waiting room for the surgery to finish. Don't worry, we'll allow you a look before we have to cover them for a while.<</s>> He claimed, smiling. I looked at my friend, who was simply smiling at me. <<s Eva>>I've got this.<</s>> She tried to look courageous. I smiled back at her. <<s Author>>I know you do, Belle.<</s>> I said. As I made my way outside, an image of what my friend might look like flashed in my head, an extreme vision that would definitely not pan out... <<pichalf "events/evaevents/belle-hugeboobs.jpg">> <<link "Wait outside.">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/plasticity.jpg" "Plasticity's Waiting Room">> Time warped and morphed around me as I waited for my friend in the commmon area, eagerly anticipating what would be a huge change in her life. A change that I was a part of. That was quite exciting... It took them a while. And I was getting quite tired of the anticipation. Until I found the nurse that had intially called for us appear, and request me inside. <<link "Let's see what awaits inside.">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "events/meevents/plasticity-sugery.jpg">>Boobs greeted me as I walked into the room. Bigger, better boobs, beautiful mounds of flesh and now botox. Beautiful visions of undeniable beauty. I looked up from the impressive boobs to see my friend smiling at me. <<s Eva>>I love them.<</s>> I did too. <<s Author>>You're hot.<</s>> I said to her. Her smile told me everything. That was the right decision for her. <<picmid "events/evaevents/belle-newboobs.jpg">>My friend has been improved. //Will my time come too to reach new heights of sexiness and perhaps also sluttiness?// <<link "Move along" "plasticity">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<pichead "events/evaevents/belle-newboobs.jpg" "Eva's new boobs">> There was no denying it, following our last encounter at Plasticity, my friend had went ahead and improved her "assets". Now, my once nerdy friend sported new, big boobs, that screamed for attention. <<light Eva>> was slowly turning into the alter-ego that she had chosen to call herself as, Ms. Delphine. I wondered what next awaited my naughty friend... <<linkreplace "Move along">>As I looked to keep walking down the corridors of my school, I was approached by <<light Yara>>. <<s Yara>>Have you seen them?<</s>> <<s Author>>Eva's new boobs?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yes that!<</s>> She was vocal, though I didn't quite know what she'd say, and what her opinion is on that... <<s Author>>What about them?<</s>> I asked her. My friend was hesitant, then chose to speak. <<s Yara>>I'm worried that they might turn a lot of heads.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why? Afraid that a man would woo her, take her away?<</s>> My friend simply scoffed. Her flame, her passion towards <<light Eva>>, was flared once more. And things were heating up. <<light Yara>> left me, deep in thought. //I wonder what this development might bring along...// <<link "Move along" "School">><</link>> <</linkreplace>>

<<silently>><<repeat 1s>><<updatemeter 'Eva Friendship' `$Eva / $maxeva`>><</repeat>><</silently>><<set $metevaday to true>><<if $metEva is false>><<set $metEva to true>><<include "Eva First Meeting">><<else>><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/eva.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bbeva2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Eva'' <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> Submission Level: <<print $evasub>> <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> Smarts Level: <<print $evasmarts>> <<showmeter 'Eva Friendship' `$Eva / $maxeva`>></center></p></div> Nerdy <<light Eva>>, reclusive, is happy to see me approach her.<<if $Eva gte $maxeva>><<set $Eva to $maxeva>><br>My friendship with her has reached its peak, I need to do something special to evolve it now.<</if>> <div id="talking"><div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">''The Usual Stuff'': </div><div class="col-6">''One-Off Scenes'': </div></div> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>></div></center><</if>>

<<if $metEva is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Meeting Eva'>" "Eva First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 20 and $evaevent is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 20 - It is raining!'>" "EvaEvent 2">><<addtime>><<add "evaevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 30 and $evaevent is 2 and $evamessagepre is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 30 - She wants to talk'>" "Eva Pre-Vent 3">><<set $return to passage()>><<set $evamessagepre to 6>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $club.count("DebateProposal Discussed") is 0 and $club.hasAny("DebateProposal Accepted", "DebateProposal Denied")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Mention the debate club'>" "DebateClub Talk">><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Discussed" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Media 10") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 10">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 10" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Media 30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 30">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 30" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Busy on her phone'>" "Insta Eva 15">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 15" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 35") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='busy on her phone'>" "Insta Eva 35">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 35" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Insta Eva 55 Seen") and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about her latest post'>" "Insta Eva 55">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif visited("EvaSub Scenes") is 0 and $evasub gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 5'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif visited("EvaSub Scenes") is 1 and $evasub gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 10'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif visited("EvaSub Scenes") is 2 and $evasub gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 15'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif visited("EvaSub Scenes") is 3 and $evasub gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Special Hangout - Sub Milestone 20'>" "EvaSub Scenes">><<addtime>><<add "evasub" 1>><<add "Eva" 3>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eva Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about the HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eva Scene">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Hangout with Eva'>" "School">><<add "Eva" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eva Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $evasmarts lte 0 and $friendsevents.count("evasmartslvl4") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Eva is hanging out here!'>" "EvaSmarts Scenes">><<pickup $friendsevents "evasmartslvl4" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 30 and $evaevent is 2 and $evamessagepre is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 30 - She wants to talk'>" "Eva Pre-Vent 3">><<set $return to passage()>><<set $evamessagepre to 6>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 40 and $evaevent is 3>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 40 - She is expecting someone, let us join her.'>" "EvaEvent 4">><<add "evaevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $evasmarts gt 0>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Media 30") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 30">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 30" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Insta Eva 55 Seen") and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about her latest post'>" "Insta Eva 55">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Eva Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about the HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Eva Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='70px' title='Hangout with Eva'>" "Park">><<add "Eva" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eva Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> Hanging out with <<light Eva>> is always fun, and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished much, our friendship did benefit from our time together!

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<add "Eva" 3>>Seeing <<light Eva>> reminded me of a topic that I've been meaning to discuss. <<s Author>>Hey friend! How's my fellow debatee doing?<</s>> I smiled at her, and she returned it almost immediately. <<s Eva>>I am so glad you joined us, you'll make a valuable addition!<</s>> <<s Author>>And to think it all started because of our argument in Bekham's class.<</s>> I mused. <<s Eva>>Friendly debate! Although it didn't quite feel like it.<</s>> She laughed, whatever happened now behind us. <<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>><<less "Eva" 3>>Seeing my friend reminded me of a topic I felt needed to be discussed. <<s Author>>Hey Eva! There's this girl that approached me a short while ago...<</s>> <<s Eva>>Ria, yes. What about her?<</s>> She was quick to understand. <<s Author>>She proposed for me to join the debate club.<</s>> <<s Eva>>And you denied her, yes she told us.<</s>> She acquiessed, and I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. <<s Author>>I just wanted to apologize. She demanded an answer at the time and I didn't have time to talk to you about it.<</s>> I explained. <<s Eva>>What are you saying? Are you changing your mind?<</s>> She looked hopeful. <<s Author>>Oh no nothing of the sort, I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page. I don't really see myself being a part of that.<</s>> She nodded, taking the information in. <<s Eva>>A choice has been made. I respect it.<</s>> She announced, before taking her leave. //I guess that's that.//<</if>> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>>

<<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>Hey friend!<</s>> My friend greeted me, before rushing to continue talking. <<s Eva>>I talked to my parents about our special plan... And they seem fine with it, so long as it's you. Feel like having a sleepover?<</s>> <<s Author>>Wow! I'd love that!<</s>> I was excited to go back to the good old days with my friend. <<s Eva>> I figure a weekend would be even better for my parents. How about this Saturday?<</s>> She asked eagerly. <<s Author>>Count me in!<</s>> <<s Eva>>I'll talk to you then.<</s>> //I was looking forward to our sleepover. Hopefully it'll help her break her parents' control over her.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Eva>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Eva>> <<if $evasmarts gt 0>>is<<else>>was<</if>> my nerdy close friend, and the closest copy of who I am at school. <<if $evaevent gte 6>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("EvaEvent 5 Kiss")>>Her and I shared a beautiful kiss last time we hung out... And then some!<<elseif $evaevent gte 5>>Hanging out at her place was a lot of fun, although it did get tense at one point.<<elseif $evaevent gte 4>>Our latest encounter at the park ended with us buying drugs... I wonder what she'll do with them... And about that kiss...<<elseif $evaevent gte 3>>Our sleepover full of games was a lot of fun, although it did end kins of awkwardly...<br><<elseif $evaevent gte 2>>I recently helped her out of the rain, and we shared an interesting moment together...<br><<elseif $evaevent gte 1>>I met my friend at the library. Seeing as she was stressed out, I decided to join her to ease her mind off things.<br><<elseif $evaevent is 0>>She's had quite the difficult past, with her older brother dying of overdose but 2 years ago when he was only 19. This alone has had a huge impact on her introverted character, and has made her parents care for her a bit more than she sometimes would've liked.<</if>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>>I have joined the debate club where she is a member, which meets every Monday Afternoon.<br><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>>I have decided not to join the debate club which she is a member of. I know she'll be mad about it but I think it's for the greater good...<br><</if>><<if $metEva is false>>After having received that letter from the SA Office, I can't help but think about her. She's in the same situation as I am!<br><</if>><<if $evamessage is 1>><<light Yara>> reached out to me about <<light Eva>>. I need to talk to her and see if she'd be open to dress unconventionally.<</if>></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Eva>>:'' ACT -I-<<if $valentine.has("Passed")>>& ACT -II-<</if>> <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management">''Milestones'': <<if $evaevent gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $evaevent is 0 and $Eva gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Meet at the library">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $evaevent is 1 and $Eva gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $evamessagepre is 6>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Wait till Saturday">><<elseif $evaevent is 2 and $Eva gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $evaevent is 3 and $Eva gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Meet her at the park">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 5>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $evaevent is 4 and $Eva gte 50>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Visit her home">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $evaevent gte 6>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $evaevent is 5 and $Eva gte 60>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Not implemented yet (WIP)">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Improve the friendship">><</if>> <<if visited("EvaSub Scenes") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 5 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasub gte 5>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 5 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 5 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if visited("EvaSub Scenes") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasub gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if visited("EvaSub Scenes") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasub gte 15>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if visited("EvaSub Scenes") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasub gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Meet her at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>> <<if visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 5 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasmarts lte 15>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 5 - Meet her at the library">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 5 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasmarts lte 10>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 10 - Meet her at the library">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 10 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasmarts lte 0>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 20 - Find her in the park">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 20 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if $social.has("Eva Aheago")>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<elseif $evasmarts lte -5>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 25 - Look at social media">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 25 - Make choices that lead her in that direction.">><</if>><<if $evasmarts lte -10 and $friendsevents.count("Evasmarts -10") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 30 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Evasmarts -10")>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 30 - Make choices that lead her in that direction">><</if>><<if $evasmarts lte -15 and $friendsevents.count("Evasmarts -15") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 35 - Visit Plasticity">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Evasmarts -15")>><<dark "☑" "Bimbo Milestone 35 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bimbo Milestone 35 - Make choices that lead her in that direction">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("EvaLeo") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Literary Values") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Literature Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Literature Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Simple Arithmetics") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Simple Arithmetics Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Simple Arithmetics Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Intro to Philosophy") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Intro to Philosophy Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Intro to Philosophy Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 0>><<dark "☐" "Music Video Dancing Class - Unfinished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 1>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Dancing Class - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<dark "■" "Chose another team for the Music Video Project">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Group choice for next month.">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<dark "☑" "Debate Club - Unlocked">><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>><<dark "■" "Debate Club - Locked">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Debate Club - Keep Attending Bekham's Classes">><</if>> <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<if visited("Debate Club") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Debate Club - First Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Debate Club - First Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<dark "☑" "Debate Club - Slippery Slope Fallacy Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Debate Club - Slippery Slope Fallacy Unfinished">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Red Herring")>><<dark "☑" "Debate Club - Red Herring Fallacy Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Debate Club - Red Herring Fallacy Unfinished">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Bandwagon")>><<dark "☑" "Debate Club - Bandwagon Fallacy Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Debate Club - Bandwagon Fallacy Unfinished">><</if>><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Yara and Eva" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>> <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and visited("Group Project 2") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Project - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Unfinished">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Upcoming Month">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "Music Video Project - Chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pickup $valentine 'topickup' 1>><div id="continue"><<pic Eva>><</pic>> Red was the reigning color in the mall, covering every single corner of the place in hearts and silly romantic decorations. <<light Eva>> was simply dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, and yet she looked amazing. Her being born to wealthy parents did have its perks, as her skin glowed with a natural healthy softness. <<s Author>>Looking amazing as always, Eva! I'm jealous!<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh stop it, it's only because of my skincare routine that I look like that. I only have my parents' overbearing attention to thank.<</s>> <<s Author>>At least you don't have to constantly wear makeup!<</s>> I point out to her the positive side of things apparent to me. She smiled and nodded, preferring to change the subject: <<s Eva>>Well then, we have a whole lot of shops to choose from.<</s>> She announced, starting to walk across said shops. <<s Author>>I usually go to Pablo Rabonne.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Solid choice actually. But I was thinking since it was a one-time kind of event with the whole school watching that you'd want to go over the top for it?<</s>> She explained, her logic sound. <<if $money gte 100>>I was down for it, despite the heavier price tag to be expected.<<else>>I was worried about the price tag being out of my range.<</if>> <<light Eva>> smiled. <<s Eva>>Besides, my parents are paying for both our dresses.<</s>> She announced matter-of-factly. I couldn't accept that offer<<if $money gte 100>>.<<else>> despite not being to pay for myself.<</if>> <<s Author>>I could never.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah yeah, you'll argue, I'll argue back, we'll agree to disagree, we'll go there, you'll be trying something, I'll talk to the owner since most know my parents and I'll get what I want eventually. So instead of fighting it, we could simply enjoy ourselves you and I. What do you say?<</s>> Her displaying all of it so clearly was particularly convincing. There was no use trying. <<s Author>>Thank you Eva.<</s>> I was really grateful. <<s Eva>>Don't thank me just yet, we need to find you the perfect clothes!<</s>> She announced, grabbing my hand to bring me along to a shop that I had no prior knowledge of. <<link "Welcome to S & M">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg" "S&M">> This new place was completely different from what I was used to, soft classical music playing through the speakers as beautiful dresses stood sovereign on their own platforms. Not clotted, overstuffed shelves. Platforms and pedestals where mannequins stood tall and lithe, wearing the most attractive of dresses and feminine suits, a true display of elegance. The different materials used in these designers outfits were a revel to bask in, as silk, cotton, leather, faux-leather, faux-cotton (whatever that was) all were used across different articles of clothing, a game of what's what in design and fashion. Famous names were also thrown about, each stated beneath any given dress, declaring proudly their creators. They even had the blue and black dress that some see as gold and white! //What is this place?// I was like a fish out of the water as I didn't understand what I was looking at. <<s Spencer>>Hello mesdames. How may I be of assistance today?<</s>> A well dressed gentleman approached us, then noticing my friend, corrected: <<s Spencer>>Oh Mademoiselle Eva. How good it is to see you here today. To what do we owe the occasion? Another gala hosted by your parents? How are Monsieur and Madame Delphine by the way?<</s>> His heavy french accent had a beautiful flair, completely matching the vibe of the place, as he goaded the information out of my friend. <<s Eva>>Nice to meet you Spencer. Nothing of the sort, it is a valentine party at my high school.<</s>> Eva pointed out. At that, the gentleman turned towards me, a huge smile growing on his face. <<s Spencer>>Oh and the lucky lady here is your date?<</s>> He blatantly asked, one eyebrow raising in obvious evaluation. <<if $looks gte 5>>He liked what he saw as a small smile appeared on his face.<<else>>He didn't seem entirely impressed with what he saw.<</if>> <<light Eva>> was quick to correct him: <<s Eva>>No. No. Just a friend also looking for the perfect dress for the evening.<</s>> She clarified as <<light Spencer>>'s attention turned back towards her, slightly disappointed. <<s Spencer>>Oh that's a shame, she's a catch.<</s>> He was flattering, as he made his way around us and placed his hands on the small of our backs. <<s Spencer>>Come along now, We've got some work to do.<</s>> He led us further into the establishment with small steps, taking me further in across gorgeous displays to an alternative room. <<link "Deep inside S & M">><<replace "#continue">>Talking to us to get to know what we might need from the party better, <<light Spencer>> had decided on three different choices for each of us, and had decided to start with dressing me up. <img src="images/valentine/flowery-dress1.jpg" position="center" height="500em"> The first dress was a flowy, fun little flowery dress that made me look all cute and girly. I liked the way it hugged my curves yet concealed the parts that I wanted to keep for myself. It felt extremely cute and adequately romantic. <<s Eva>>I like this one, it's so cute and girly, just what you are!<</s>> She mentioned, hoping I'd share her opinion on my self-perception. <img src="images/valentine/yellow-dress1.jpg" position="center" height="500em"> My second option, just as cute but with a unique style that concealed yet revealed parts of my body, was a statement piece in a beautiful shiny yellow color. It felt girly yet attractive enough to turn heads. <<s Eva>>This one looks nice, though it is slightly revealing, don't you think?<</s>> <img src="images/valentine/red-dress1.jpg" position="center" height="500em"> My third option was the most daring of the bunch. As opposed to the first two, this one was a bold choice that didn't shy away from using my curves to its advantage. The striking red material flowed nicely across my body and gave additional attention to my shapely legs, allowing anyone to see whatever they felt like seeing. <<s Eva>>Woah! This will definitely turn heads!<</s>> <<light Eva>> had an obvious favorite, despite her being stunned by the last dress and how it made me look. The choice was mine on which dress to choose and wear to the Valentine Party. <div id="choices"><<link '<img src="images/valentine/flowery-dress1.jpg" height="300em">'>><<add "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine 'flowery dress' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Eva>>Yess! That's the right choice, you'll look amazing in this dress, I can't wait!<</s>> <<light Eva>> was really happy with my choice, and I looked forward to wearing that dress to the upcoming party. Now it was her turn to choose what she'll be wearing. <<link "Continue" "EvaMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/valentine/yellow-dress1.jpg" position="center" height="300em">'>><<pickup $valentine 'yellow dress' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Eva>>That's a good choice, a nice balance between cute and attractive, I like it too!<</s>> Her support unwavering, <<light Eva>> was happy with my choice, and I looked forward to wearing that dress to the upcoming party. It was now her turn to choose what she'll be wearing. <<link "Continue" "EvaMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/valentine/red-dress1.jpg" position="center" height="300em">'>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $valentine 'red dress' 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Eva>>Are you sure of this one?<</s>> Her question betrayed how she felt about this dress, an eyebrow raising in concern. The dress felt nice and made me feel good about myself, and I said exactly that to my friend. <<s Author>>It feels really good, and red is the color of love!<</s>> I explained. <<light Eva>> might not have been too eager on my choice, yet I looked forward to wearing that dress to the upcoming party. It was now her turn to choose what she'll be wearing. <<link "Continue" "EvaMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='choices'><<light Eva>> had a particular style of clothing that she usually goes for. Despite being studious and a smarty-pants most of the time, in her personal time she really was a weeb, and her clothing was revealing of that fact. That is why the choices she had envisioned were quite peculiar, each more colorful and typical than the other. Don't ask me where she found that pink wig, she was wearing it when she made it out of the room where she tried her stuff. The choice was multiple, yet <<light Eva>> felt particularly uncomfortable revealing any more than she should. I was hoping to help her get out of her shell, but then again it all depended on how pliable she had become in recent years. <<link "<img src='images/valentine/punk-dress1.jpg' height='300em'>">><<pickup $valentine 'punk dress' 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src='images/valentine/punk-dress1.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> This was the dress I had chosen for my friend. A simple dress that suited her style and really showed off her eccentric personality. While it was not romantic specifically, I felt like it was exactly the kind of dress that she'd feel comfortable in. <<s Author>>That's exactly the whole point of us two doing this, isn't it?<</s>> I explained my point of view, her nodding along. <<s Eva>>You're absolutely right! I'll take it!<</s>> She was beaming with confidence, and organized with <<light Spencer>> for the pickup. <<s Spencer>>Ah yes. I need to make a few touches based on your measurements to make sure you look your absolute best in your costumes. Could you pass by next week, say Wednesday and after, to take your dresses?<</s>> Mentally noted, I assured <<light Eva>> that I could receive these clothes for the both of us. <<link "Leave" "EvaMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<if $evasub gte 1>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/frenchie-dress1.jpg' height='300em'>">><<pickup $valentine 'frenchie dress' 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src='images/valentine/frenchie-dress1.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> This was the dress I had chosen for my friend. A beautiful dress that didn't shy away from making a statement while still holding the utmost style and elegance, it suited her figure and really told something unique, a true representation of what my friend is. I pushed for her to accept the choice <<s Author>>That's exactly the whole point of us two doing this, isn't it? To help you express yourself better?<</s>> I explained my point of view, her nodding along. <<s Eva>>You're absolutely right! I'll take it!<</s>> She was beaming with confidence, and organized with <<light Spencer>> for the pickup. <<s Spencer>>Ah yes. I need to make a few touches based on your measurements to make sure you look your absolute best in your costumes. Could you pass by next week, say Wednesday and after, to take your dresses?<</s>> Mentally noted, I assured <<light Eva>> that I could receive these clothes for the both of us. <<link "Leave" "EvaMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/valentine/frenchie-dress1.jpg' height='300em'>" "Eva is not submissive enough">><</if>><<if $evasub gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/valentine/checkered-dress1.jpg' height='300em'>">><<pickup $valentine 'checkered dress' 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><img src='images/valentine/checkered-dress1.jpg' height='500em' position='center'> This was the dress I had chosen for my friend. A striking dress that really showed off her beautiful curves and left little to the imagination, it was sure to turn a few heads at the party. I was certain that <<light Yara>> would appreciate the choice, not that I was doing it for her. I pushed for her to accept the choice <<s Author>>That's exactly the whole point of us two doing this, isn't it? To help you express yourself better?<</s>> I explained my point of view, her nodding along. <<s Eva>>You're absolutely right! I'll take it!<</s>> She was beaming with confidence, and organized with <<light Spencer>> for the pickup. <<s Spencer>>Ah yes. I need to make a few touches based on your measurements to make sure you look your absolute best in your costumes. Could you pass by next week, say Wednesday and after, to take your dresses?<</s>> Mentally noted, I assured <<light Eva>> that I could receive these clothes for the both of us. <<link "Leave" "EvaMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/valentine/checkered-dress1.jpg' height='500em'>" "Eva is not submissive enough">><</if>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "events/evaevents/mall-hangout.jpg" "Walking together">> As we cleared out of S & M, <<light Eva>> was beaming at our clothing choices, excited for what was coming next. <<s Eva>>Gosh I can't wait for that party, we'll look so good!<</s>> Her excitement didn't quite match her disposition towards boys. <<s Author>>Are you sure you want to be hit on by every single weeb in there?<</s>> I clarified. <<light Eva>>'s mood shifted as she understood the repercussions of this. <<s Eva>>Now that you mention it, I'm not sure it's going to be that awesome...<</s>> Her reaction made me laugh, as she shyly joined in. <<s Eva>>But I have a solution.<</s>> I turned towards her, eager to hear what she had in mind. She seemed to ruminate her solution before continuing. <<s Eva>>What if we go together, as a couple. That would fend off any of these nerds from trying their chance with me.<</s>> She suggested. <<s Author>>Are you asking me out, Eva?<</s>> I was interested in seeing my friend go out of her shell like that. <<s Eva>>Yes. I mean... Only if you want to... Be asked out I mean...<</s>> Her nervousness was quick to return. <<s Eva>>I mean we're both straight and it wouldn't mean anything but I was thinking that maybe you'd be interested in I don't know like keeping any undesirables away and like doing something just for us two and like...<</s>> She looked cute like that, but I really felt like I had to give her an honest answer to this, help her set her mind straight regardless of what outcome I was thinking of: <div id="choices"><<if $Eva gte 15>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Accept her offer">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<pickup $valentine 'evadate' 1>><<replace "#choices">>She was cute, and she was vulnerable, and she needed my help. I couldn't find it in me to deny my friend's request. <<s Author>>Eva Eva. I'd be honored to be your valentine fake date.<</s>> I replied, a huge smile creeping up on my face, matched by the one slowly growing on hers. <<s Eva>>Seriously? You would?<</s>> She asked, hopeful. <<s Author>>Of course! You're a great friend and a very beautiful person, I'd be lucky to be there with you. And after all, it's only to fend off any creep, it's not like we are stuck at the hip!<</s>> I explain, her agreeing. <<s Eva>>Exactly! It's only for the convenience!<</s>> We were both happy with the lovely time we spent together, agreeing to meet up again to prepare for the party. I was really looking forward to it! <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Accept her offer" "I don't feel close enough to her.<br>(Friendship less than 15)">><</if>> <<link "Say I need to think about it">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to take a decision just yet, but flattered to have witnessed her interest, I was ruminating whether or not to accept or deny her request. And I might have taken too long. <<s Eva>>I mean it's okay if you need time to think about it, no pressure at all really. It was just a stupid suggestion, forget I said anything really. No need to get over the top with it seriously.<</s>> She blabbered on, putting herself in a panic. <<s Author>>Eva I'd be lucky to have you as a date to the party, but I really want to keep my options open. Is it okay if I take my time to think about it?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Yeah no for sure, no problemo!<</s>> Her awkwardness was cute, that's for sure. I just needed to know myself better and the party was a long way away! Shortly thereafter, we said our goodbyes and I reassured her I'd give the invite a serious thought. <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>Deny her">><<less "Eva" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $valentine 'evanodate' 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not willing to jeopardize the friendship and rather hoping to minimize the damage early on, I decided to confront and deny my friend's request, eloquently still. <<s Author>>Honestly Eva I'm flattered, but I really do think you have it in you to fend off the boys alone, without the pretense of being with me.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>We'll still be together at the party and I'll still help you with your decisions but I honestly think I'd do better being a free bird.<</s>> I don't know what really factored into my decision, whether <<light Yara>>'s interest in my friend had anything to do with it or not, or whether I truly valued my freedom, I ultimately denied <<light Eva>>, who showed she was hurt while trying to hide it. We eventually decided to separate for the day and go our separate ways. <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>>Problem! Let's leave <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<if $evamessage is 0>>There are no messages here.<<elseif $evamessage is 1 and $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<set $evamessage to 0>><<messaging Eva>><<me>>Hey friend!<</me>><<them>>Hello!<</them>><<me>>We were cut off before we were able to take a decision during the project class.<</me>><<them>>Yeah... I'm still not sure about the 60s.<</them>><<me>>Too late to change our minds now.<</me>><<them>>You're right. So what do you think we should do?<</them>><<me>><<light Yara>> reached out with her idea. But I wanna hear from you first.<</me>><<them>>Well I'm not entirely fond of any idea, but if we can get the idea across that this culture's downfall came at the cost of drugs, then maybe I can flip this project on <<light Yara>>'s perception of these times.<</them>><<mecon>>I see your point.<</mecon>><<me>>Are you sure you want to talk about this topic though?<</me>><<them>>Yes. I am certain.<</them>><<me>>Another thing we could do, instead of talking about this heavy topic, especially you doing so, is to do something more feminist.<</me>><<them>>Like what?<</them>><<me>>How would you feel about dressing as a harlot from these times?<</me>><<them>>Wtf?<</them>><<mecon>>We dress you up as a harlot, us as pimps, and we use the freedom of these times to send the message that this kind of freedom where a girl chooses what to do with her own body is the base of modern-day feminism.<</mecon>><<me>>It's a great way to subvert expectations from the project and send a message that will surely leave an impact.<</me>><<them>>I'm not sure that's a great idea.<</them>><<me>>Don't you trust me?<</me>><<them>>I do. That's why I guess the final choice needs to be yours.<</them>><div id='choices'>I had the power in my hands to choose what our project will turn out like. <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Dress her up as a harlot">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $costumechoice to 4>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I say we follow <<light Yara>>'s lead. She's the leader after all, right? :P<</me>><<them>>Alright, whatever you say. So long as we get a good grade.<</them>><<me>>Cool. Thanks. See you at school!<</me>><<them>>Alright see you.<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>We'll all be hippies">><<set $costumechoice to 3>><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I believe your idea is better. Let's go for that.<</me>><<them>>Oh thank god!<</them>><<me>>Hahahaha that stressed, huh?<</me>><<them>>You have no idea. I'm glad you're on my side though!<</them>><<me>>Don't stress it. I'll see you at school.<</me>><<them>>See you bestie!<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $evamessage is 1>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<messaging Eva>><<me>>Hey friend! <<light Yara>> reached out about your project.<</me>><<them>>Are you here to convince me with her idea?<</them>><<me>>It depends. What is yours?<</me>><<themcon>>We can send a message against drug use. They used to be addicts back then.<</themcon>><<them>>That would be a good message, no?<</them>><<me>>Are you sure you want to talk about this subject? You know... With everything that happened?<</me>><<them>>Yes. Yes I am.<</them>><<me>>Okay I'm just making sure.<</me>><<them>>What do you think, <<print $name>>? I'm really confused on which way to go...<</them>><<me>>Do you want my honest opinion?<</me>><<themcon>>Yes. Whatever you say, I will go with.<</themcon>><<them>>I trust you.<</them>><div id='choices'><<me>>I had the chance to shape her project. Did I want to influence her on <<light Yara>>'s behalf? <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Dress her up as a harlot">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $evacostume to true>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I say you follow <<light Yara>>'s lead. She's the leader after all, right? :P<</me>><<them>>Alright, whatever you say. So long as we get a good grade.<</them>><<me>>Cool. I'm sure you will. See you at school!<</me>><<them>>Alright see you.<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>You know what you want.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I believe your idea is better. Go for that.<</me>><<them>>Oh thank god!<</them>><<me>>Hahahaha that stressed, huh?<</me>><<them>>You have no idea. I'm glad you're on my side though!<</them>><<me>>Don't stress it. I'll see you at school.<</me>><<them>>See you bestie!<</them>><</replace>><</link>><</me>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $evamessage is 2>><<set $evamessagepost to 2>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hey friend! Ready to shoot the music video?<</them>><<me>>More than ready! Where are we meeting?<</me>><<them>>I already told <<light Leo>> to come over to my place! Everything is ready!<</them>><<me>>Cool! I'll be over in like 30 minutes!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 3>><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hey friend! Ready for our shopping spree?<</them>><<me>>You betcha! See you soon at the mall!<</me>><<them>>See you friend!<</them>><<me>>I just got a <<link "message">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("YaraMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</link>> from <<light Yara>>, See you there!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 4>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<pickup $valentine 'pickup' 1>><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hey friend! Don't forget to pickup the valentine dresses at the mall today! They're already paid for!<</them>><<me>>For sure, not fogotten!<</me>><<them>>See you at school!<</them>><<me>>See ya!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 5>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hey friend, thanks for the help today. You saved me.<</them>><<me>>Don't mention it. Least I could do.<</me>><<them>>I'll find a way to pay you back.<</them>><<me>>Are you wishing I'd get soaked in water and you help me?<</me>><<them>>No...<</them>><<me>>Maybe next time can be at your place.<</me>><<themcon>>I'll see if I can convince my parents of that.<</themcon>><<them>>See you at school!<</them>><<me>>See ya!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 6>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<set $evamessagepost to 6>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hey friend! I'm super excited for tonight!<</them>><<mecon>>So am I! I can't wait for the sleepover.<</mecon>><<me>>What time is best for me to come?<</me>><<them>>In the Evening should be fine.<</them>><<me>>Sweet. I'll see you then!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 7>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<messaging Eva>><<mecon>><video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-tease.mp4' width='100%'/><</mecon>><<me>>Someone sent me this by mail Eva. Is everything okay?<</me>><<themcon>>Oh my goD!<</themcon>><<them>>Yes, yes all good.<</them>><<me>>Seriously? what about that video?<</me>><<them>>Look it was a challenge, and I did it.<</them>><<me>>Why would they send it my way?<</me>><<them>>Because I chose you.<</them>><<me>>You chose me?<</me>><<them>>They asked for a name, and I gave them yours. I thought they'd play around with you, not send you the videos!<</them>><<me>>Videos? Plural?<</me>><<them>>Oh. No no. Only the one.<</them>><<me>>Eva you can report them<</me>><<themcon>>No!<</themcon>><<them>>It's actually fun.<</them>><<me>>I don't know what your definition of fun is, but I hope you stay safe.<</me>><<them>>Oh come on! don't tell me you didn't like it!<</them>><div id='choices'>Did I like it? <<link "I kind of liked it.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I have to be honest, I kind of did.<</me>><<them>>Atta girl!<</them>><<me>>But I don't need to get involved!<</me>><<themcon>>Sure, I'll tell them that.<</themcon>><<them>>Thank you for your honesty.<</them>> That was really weird. Is <<light Eva>> changing too much, too fast?<</replace>><</link>> <<link "I didn't">><<less "open" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Honestly Eva, I did not. You're better than this.<</me>><<themcon>>Seriously you're such a party pooper and a prude.<</themcon>><<them>>Don't worry, your name won't come up anymore.<</them>> That dealt with, I moved on with my day. Is <<light Eva>> changing too much? Who's influencing her?<</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $evamessage is 8>><<goto "Management">><<set $evamessage to 0>><<messaging Eva>><<them>>Hello friend!<</them>><<me>>Hey!<</me>><<them>>Yesterday was fun!<</them>><<me>>Yes, it sure was!<</me>><<them>>I found something you might like...<</them>><<me>>Please don't tell me it's more of that Belle stuff!<</me>><<them>>Alright I won't send them your way.<</them>><<me>>Hey!<</me>><<themcon>>Okay okay I'll send.<</themcon>><<them>>Under one condition<</them>><<me>>What is it?<</me>><<them>>You'll tell me which you prefer.<</them>><<mecon>>Oh God!<</mecon>><<me>>Okay you've got it.<</me>><<themcon>><<pichead "events/evaevents/beauty-romanticbeast.jpg" "A romantic beast">><</themcon>><<them>><<pichead "events/evaevents/beauty-gastonwins.jpg" "Gaston Wins">><</them>><<me>>Sweet lord!<</me>> <div id='choices'><<link "Gaston's a hot asshole">><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Gaston's a hot asshole.<</me>><<them>>So you like the bad boys then?<</them>><<me>>Or the bad girls!<</me>><<them>>No but like the guy is seriously bad.<</them>><<me>>I know. I can't help it.<</me>><<them>>You're so bad!<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "The beast has a heart of gold">><<replace "#choices">><<me>>The beast has a heart of gold!<</me>><<them>>I knew you were a furry!<</them>><<me>>Wait hold up that's not furry stuff!<</me>><<them>>It most definitely is!<</them>><<me>>At least it's not bestiality, you bitch! :P<</me>><<them>>Language young lady!<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 9>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Eva>><<themcon>><img src='images/events/evaevents/workout-weekendpic.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<them>>What do you think?<</them>><<me>>About what?<</me>><<them>>My workout attire!<</them>><<me>>Are you serious?<</me>><<them>>What? Does it look bad?<</them>><<me>>You can't workout in those!<</me>><<them>>Why not?<</them>><<me>>Because they'll cause shaffing.<</me>><<them>>I'll live<</them>><<me>>The shorts will hurt you.<</me>><</messaging>> My friend sure was a character! <<elseif $evamessage is 10>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Eva>><<themcon>><<vid "work/snm/evasub-message.mp4">><</themcon>><<them>>Thanks for the recommendation, this bikini feels awesome!<</them>><</messaging>> My friend is really enjoying her newest clothes!<<else>>No content, a bug must've happened!<</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<if $evamessage is 2>><<set $evamessagepost to 2>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<else>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><<set $evamessage to 0>><</if>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> She just made her way out of the toilets alongside her friend/lover/fling <<light Jerome>>. My friend tried to kiss him on the lips, he just stepped back. A few words were exchanged before he moved away. He seemed thoughtful as I decided to approach her. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin...<</s>> He looked at me, and noticed that I had seen her move out of the public bathrooms alongside him. She smiled shyly. <<s Jasmin>>You saw that, didn't you?<</s>> She asked. I could simply nod. <<s Jasmin>>Don't tell my dad!<</s>> She joked, already moving away. <<s Author>>What shouldn't I tell him?<</s>> I asked, not quite understanding what she is hiding, what she doesn't want shared... <<s Jasmin>>That I sucked off a guy in public.<</s>> She said matter-of-factly. <<s Author>>Jasmin!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh come on! You might be a prude but you're not stupid, <<print $name>>. It's obvious what I was doing.<</s>> I shook my head. That sure was something! <<s Jasmin>>Don't tell me you wouldn't do it with your boyfriend! A bit of naughtiness never hurt nobody!<</s>> I looked at her incerdulously. //Would I?// <div id='choices'><<link "I can only blush">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">>All I could do was blush as I thought of how it would feel being with my boyfriend in her position. In the public bathrooms of a park! Where anyone might catch us! Where I'd have to kneel in front of him, suck him off, dutifully. //Where did <<light Jerome>> cum?// I looked at her, my blush coloring my face in a cute pink hue. <<s Jasmin>>You're imagining it, aren't you?<</s>> She teased me. <<s Jasmin>>You might not be a prude after all!<</s>> //Thinking it and doing it are two very different things, right?// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I wouldn't do it.">><<less "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was no way I'd do soemthing so... wrong! I looked at my friend and simply shook my head. <<s Jasmin>>As I said, you're a prude!<</s>> She teased me, <<s Jasmin>>But that's okay. In comparison, the little I do looks super naughty.<</s>> She smiled as she said that. Did my friend like this kind of image? To be seen as naughty, promiscious? //Her father wouldn't approve to any of it...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He's not her boyfriend!">><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't think Jerome is your boyfriend...<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s face turned sour at my words. <<s Jasmin>>That's what he claims, but we're together almost all the time. He's my boyfriend.<</s>> She said. There was definitely something odd with the way she reacted. Quite a defensive position... <<s Author>>Regardless, Jasmin, I don't think all the feelings between you are quite comparable.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Who cares? As long as I'm getting dicked down! At least I'm getting some action!<</s>> My friend shot out as she walked away from me. //Someone's frustrated by how this conversation turned out...// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "events/jasminevents/lyingdown.jpg">> It didn't take much to convince <<light Jasmin>> to join me in hanging out at the park, as she seemed overjoyed to be spending time with me. <<s Jasmin>>Honestly, <<print $name>>, I didn't expect you to ask for this hangout.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why not? You're my friend!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's really sweet... But yeah it's not about us.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't understand, what is it about?<</s>> She seemed sad, like something was weighing on her mind, a vision I hadn't seen in her before... <<s Jasmin>>It's nothing big... I just always feel like an outsider you know...<</s>> <<s Author>>But you're the life of the party! Everyone looks to you for guidance, you're president of the HRC... Is there anything that you can't do?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>That's sweet of you to say, but it's nothing related to those...<</s>> I wanted to get to the bottom of this, but didn't want to press too much. I stayed silent, allowing her the room to share her thoughts. <<s Jasmin>>It's just... I feel like I'm compensating, you know... Like things haven't really been true and authentic...<</s>> <<s Author>>You're real, Jasmin. A bit too real sometimes, but convicted and honest. You don't back down from telling the truth.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I don't know what the truth is anymore, honestly. Am I doing this just to get back at my father or...<</s>> What did her father have to do with this? <<s Jasmin>>Sorry, I'm ranting. You don't care.<</s>> <<s Author>>No, Jasmin. I do care.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>... What do you think? Am I going down the wrong path? Is what I am doing right?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're always fighting for human rights, of course what you're doing is right.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>There are others that could do that instead of me... I feel like I am doing it for the wrong reasons...<</s>> I had the opportunity to help my friend. channel her progression into something better or worse. //It's not like life is in black and white, though, right?// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Your actions are positive, fuck their cause">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "clubs/human-rights-club/action1.jpg">><<s Author>>Honestly, Jasmin, it doesn't matter whether or not you're doing this for them, for yourself, or against your father or whatever. You're changing the world in a certain direction and your actions have weight! That's all that matters!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I guess you're right..<</s>> <<s Author>>Your fight for the LGBT movement, your help to Jerome to overcome his own obstacles... It doesn't matter one bit what their cause is, it's the effect that matters.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Thanks, <<print $name>>. You're right. I am changing the world to be a better place, and it doesn't matter what reparations I have to pay or make my father pay. I will not tolerate a racist society.<</s>> <<s Author>>Atta girl! Now can we lie down in silence, I wanna hear the birds for a bit<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Rude.<</s>> We smile at each other, enjoying the beautiful scenery for a while still before parting ways. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>You're doing it, and it's good. That's all that matters.">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You're doing good things, it's having a positive impact, and that's all that matters.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What if the basis of it is wrong?<</s>> <<s Author>>It might be, it might not be, but at the end of the day, you're doing something about it, and that's what matters.<</s>> Nodding, <<light Jasmin>> maintains her silence, and we both spend the rest of our afternoon together enjoying our time, all the time up till her father calls her asking for her to head back home. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Maybe you should look into that more...">><<less "open" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's a reason behind your rebellious streak... Maybe you should look into it and solve the actual problem, and not react to it mindlessly...<</s>> It was a harsh take, but I felt like <<light Jasmin>> needed to hear that and take it in. <<s Jasmin>>I don't feel comfortable talking to my father about this honestly.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know things haven't been easy with your father, especially growing up with him alone and all, but his protectiveness shouldn't be met with such strong reactions, you know><</s>> She nods, somewhat convinced but unable to accept my wisdom just yet. <<s Author>>Have you ever tried talking to him about it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I have tried, but he's not the most talkative person out there. I guess I can attempt a different angle...<</s>> <<s Author>>Whatever it is, I am sure there is a logical explanation that will help you find closure, and stop that dangerous advocacy.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>But people need the help.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not if there is noone to fight for them. I suggest you take things easy, Jasmin.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>As usual, you're right.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm too smart not to be.<</s>> We spend the next couple of hours enjoying the good weather and talking about other, less important matters. Her father calls her near the end, asking her to head home and not to be late. We share a hug before parting ways. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<div id='continue'><<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The school's hallways">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>He says you're not ready.<</s>> My friend was quick to speak as I approached her in the school corridors, as if we were already on the same page and engaged in the same conversation. <<s Author>>Who said I was not ready?<</s>> I asked, weirded out by her unannounced comment. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome. He said you'll bail out at the last second.<</s>> My friend explained a bit further. She's alluding to our last conversation, the last time we were over at her place... <<s Author>>What makes him say that?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Well he doesn't know you like I do, and he also thinks you're a prude.<</s>> She said, speaking honestly. <<if $jeromejasmin.has("Threesome Accepted")>><<s Author>>You ask me if I'd do it, I say yes, and then you tell me you don't want me?<</s>> I was somehow hurt by this whole thing. <<s Jasmin>>It's not something that can't be worked on! It's just something that we need to... Convince him of.<</s>> My friend said, grabbing my hand to take me away from there. <<else>><<s Author>>You ask me if I'd do it, I say no, and then you tell me you don't want me?<</s>> I was somehow hurt by this whole thing. <<s Author>>Why would I care if you want me when I don't even want it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Hey I know what you said, but a girl can't help but wonder you know..<</s>> <<s Author>>Wonder about what?<</s>> I was hesitant. <<s Jasmin>>What it would be like to share Jerome with you.<</s>> I was weirded out. <<s Author>>Why?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Come, let's just try something.<</s>> My friend grabbed my hand, taking me away from there.<</if>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "The school's lockers">> <<s Author>>What are we doing here?<</s>> I asked, frustrated to have to be at school still after hours. <<s Jasmin>>Finding you some motivation.<</s>> My friend said, moving closer to me. <<if $social.has("Jasmin25 Post")>><<s Jasmin>>Remember these sexy pics we took a few days ago?<</s>> She asked in my ear, almost in a breahtless whisper. //Yeah these were hot...//<</if>> <<s Jasmin>>I want us to take pictures of you that will convince my Jerome to look at you in the right way.<</s>> Jasmin said, her hands working on my clothes and adjusting it for me. <<s Author>>Your Jerome?<</s>> I asked. Did she really think she was that exclusive with him? All signs pointed towards a different direction. <<s Jasmin>>Okay, okay... Soon to be our Jerome.<</s>> The communist party succeeds yet again! <<light Jasmin>> leads me towards one of the benches, enticing me to take pictures of myself that would show off my character. <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event3-pic1.jpg">> I didn't quite know how far I was willing to go to catch that strange man's attention. Was I that needy of his eyes to be roaming on my body? With a naughty picture? <<s Jasmin>>Yeah that's it girl! Give me more, come on. You know you want to!<</s>> My friend kept pushing me to do more, reveal more... And I figured there was nothing wrong with going along with it. After all, we were only 2 girls having fun in a secluded locker room right? <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event3-pic3.jpg">> I jokingly flashed the camera, but <<light Jasmin>> was quick to take her picture, surprising me with her speed. <<s Jasmin>>That's a good girl! Come on, show me more. You look so hot in these.<</s>> <<if $open gte 15 or $arousal gte 80>><<add "arousal" 20>>Something in me fired up at her words, and I felt like I wanted to give more to my friend. To reveal more and maybe keep receiving the praise she'd been giving me. My top came off as I continued flashing the camera, enjoying the attention and the "click" "Click" of the phone she held, staring back at me. <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event3-pic5.jpg">> I was being naughty and I liked it. That'll show him to dismiss me like that!<</if>> Eventually, as the tension subsided, I looked at the pictures that were taken on my friend's phone, seeing the naughtiness I was a part of and how far I'd taken it... <<s Jasmin>>Well, which one should I send him?<</s>> She asked, taking me out of my stupor and self-admiration. <<s Author>>You're sending it to him? Like on his phone?<</s>> I got instantly worried by the possible repercussions. <<s Jasmin>>Only the one you choose.<</s>> She said teasingly. <div id='choices'>I had a choice to make... <<link "<img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic2.jpg' width='30%'>">><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic2.jpg' width='50%'></center> Something in me told me to go with that choice. I didn't want to go all out on this, act like a girl in heat wanting attention. I was better than this and if <<light Jerome>> would not see it then it'd be his loss. <<s Jasmin>>Your body, your choice I guess.<</s>> My friend said, a bit frustrated by my choice but accepting it nonetheless. <<s Author>>I mean I'm not really that interested with having him drool all over me, you know.<</s>> I explained, before she looked at me with a weirded out expression. <<s Jasmin>>We're literally talking about a threesome here!<</s>> She spoke expressively, and I couldn't hide a laugh at her reaction. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless, I hope you don't mind me keeping the whole of the pictures for myself.<</s>> She said with a raised eyebrow. I gave my friend a look, thinking of what the reason might be. These pictures were attractive, I'll have to admit. And maybe, just maybe, she'll enjoy them just like <<light Jerome>> might? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>The pictures are hers to keep">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks. They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Only if she sends them my way.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Jasmin30 Option" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. <<s Author>>Though I would like to keep them for myself as well.<</s>> I said, my musing clear to her. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Sure! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'd rather have them deleted.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not feeling confident or comfortable with my friend holding such pictures on her phone, I made my concerns clearly known. <<s Author>>I prefer it if that wasn't the case.<</s>> I said honestly, immediately met with compassion. <<s Jasmin>>No, sure, of course.<</s>> She said, deleting the pictures in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>Here you go, deleted.<</s>> As I saw her do that, I felt better rested. I could really trust my friend in this. <<s Jasmin>>I wouldn't do anything outside of your consent.<</s>> She explained to me, her hand on my shoulder, comforting. I sighed and nodded, preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Let me know what he thinks of it.<</s>> I announced. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He susually takes some time to answer my messages, but I'll keep you posted.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<if $open gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic4.jpg' width='30%'>">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic4.jpg' width='50%'></center> <<s Author>>I think this is the best picture.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>Not too flirty, not too tame. A good balance.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> looked at the picture in question, admiring it for a moment. <<s Jasmin>>You're right. I'm usually more straightforward, but maybe Jerome will appreciate it.<</s>> She said, smiling at me. I nodded, eager to know if his reaction would be what I am hoping to create. <<s Jasmin>>Regardless, I hope you don't mind me keeping the whole of the pictures for myself.<</s>> She said with a raised eyebrow. I gave my friend a look, thinking of what the reason might be. These pictures were attractive, I'll have to admit. And maybe, just maybe, she'll enjoy them just like <<light Jerome>> might? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>The pictures are hers to keep">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks. They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Only if she sends them my way.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Jasmin30 Option" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. <<s Author>>Though I would like to keep them for myself as well.<</s>> I said, my musing clear to her. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Sure! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'd rather have them deleted.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not feeling confident or comfortable with my friend holding such pictures on her phone, I made my concerns clearly known. <<s Author>>I prefer it if that wasn't the case.<</s>> I said honestly, immediately met with compassion. <<s Jasmin>>No, sure, of course.<</s>> She said, deleting the pictures in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>Here you go, deleted.<</s>> As I saw her do that, I felt better rested. I could really trust my friend in this. <<s Jasmin>>I wouldn't do anything outside of your consent.<</s>> She explained to me, her hand on my shoulder, comforting. I sighed and nodded, preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Let me know what he thinks of it.<</s>> I announced. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He susually takes some time to answer my messages, but I'll keep you posted.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic4.jpg' width='30%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not open enough (10)">><</if>><<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic6.jpg' width='30%'>">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic6.jpg' width='50%'></center> <<s Author>>No use hiding and acting shy, right?<</s>> I explained my decision. <<s Author>>That'll go to prove him I am no prude.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s smile was wide as she looked at the picture I picked out. <<s Jasmin>>Someone's changing!<</s>> She commented teasingly. I smiled at her. <<s Jasmin>>And for the better! I like this new you!<</s>> She added, smiling. <<s Jasmin>>I'm sure you wouldn't mind me keeping the whole of the pictures for myself, right?<</s>> She said with a raised eyebrow. I gave my friend a look, thinking of what the reason might be. These pictures were attractive, I'll have to admit. And maybe, just maybe, she'll enjoy them just like <<light Jerome>> might? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>The pictures are hers to keep">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks. They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Only if she sends them my way.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $social "Jasmin30 Option" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I trusted my friend. And I also trusted that my friend would appreciate these pictures the way she's supposed to. <<s Author>>They're on your phone, are they not?<</s>> I asked her, making it clear that they were hers to keep. <<s Author>>Though I would like to keep them for myself as well.<</s>> I said, my musing clear to her. My friend smiled, her lip floating across her lips, enjoying the sight. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! They'll be put to good use.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Oh I'm sure they will!<</s>> I teased her back before moving on to adjust my clothing. <<s Author>>Waiting for your message about his reaction.<</s>> I said then, preparing to leave. <<s Jasmin>>Sure! He usually takes his time to answer.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'd rather have them deleted.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Not feeling confident or comfortable with my friend holding such pictures on her phone, I made my concerns clearly known. <<s Author>>I prefer it if that wasn't the case.<</s>> I said honestly, immediately met with compassion. <<s Jasmin>>No, sure, of course.<</s>> She said, deleting the pictures in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>Here you go, deleted.<</s>> As I saw her do that, I felt better rested. I could really trust my friend in this. <<s Jasmin>>I wouldn't do anything outside of your consent.<</s>> She explained to me, her hand on my shoulder, comforting. I sighed and nodded, preparing to leave. <<s Author>>Let me know what he thinks of it.<</s>> I announced. <<s Jasmin>>Of course! He susually takes some time to answer my messages, but I'll keep you posted.<</s>> She explained, moving along herself. <<link "Leave" "School">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 7>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic6.jpg' width='30%' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not open enough (20)">><</if>> </div><</replace>><</link>></div>

/*End of Event 3 later in the progression where we agree to have seen threesome pornography. */ <<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg">> <<s Author>>Alright. I see what you mean. Loads of moving parts<</s>> I said to my friend as I approached her. On the same wavelength, she was quick to agree. <<s Jasmin>>But...<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah I liked it. It's intriguing I have to say.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>See! Told you so. And you'll get the chance to eventually.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not soon?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Look who's an eager one! As you said, there's loads of moving parts. Let your girl do her work.<</s>> She smiled at me, having seen my obvious interest. <<s Jasmin>>I'll see you around babe. Maybe next time will be that time.<</s>> She teased, taking her leave. //I guess it'll have to wait till next time...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>>

<<if $jasminmessagepost is 3>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 0>><div id='continue'><<pic John>>Jasmin's father<</pic>> I was back again at <<light Jasmin>>'s house, eager to be spending time with my friend as she greeted me warmly. <<light John>>, her father, was putting the finishing touches on the tie he wore as he greeted me as well. <<s John>>You girls have a nice evening, a calm one!<</s>> He turned towards his daughter with that addition. <<s John>>I've left you some money on the counter to order some pizza or whatever else you might want.<</s>> He was a good father, well-meaning. <<s John>>Enjoy.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You too, dad!<</s>> My friend hugged her father warmly, a bit out of character for her but sweet nonetheless. <<light John>> left the house, leaving us alone. <<s Author>>So, what to do?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s face immediately shifted, turning sour. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome's busy tonight. My plans are ruined.<</s>> <<s Author>>What about girls' night?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Well that's the new plan, isn't it?<</s>> She faked a smile. She was obviously disheartened that her guy couldn't make it. Whether she'd admit it or not, it was obvious that <<light Jerome>> meant a lot to her. <<s Jasmin>>Let's start by ordering pizza.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "events/jasminevents/event4-call.jpg">>Our order put through, we set out to wait for it to arrive. Then <<light Jasmin>> suddenly lit up as she realized something. <<s Jasmin>>That pizza place has the sexiest delivery drivers!<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay, and?<</s>> I didn't quite understand where she was headed with it. <<s Jasmin>>And it's time to play a game. I've set out to help you out of your shell, <<print $name>>, and that's what I'm doing.<</s>> I looked at her skeptically. <<s Jasmin>>You're gonna greet them in some naughty clothes, try to get a rise out of them.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was weirded out by her comment, but she kept at it: <<s Jasmin>>Yes, seriously. Imagine the look on their face when you open the door in like the skimpiest skirt and the tightest top. You'll make their evening!<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Honestly girl... It's a Saturday night, we're home alone, no boys are coming, and I am bored as fuck. I'll even join you in wearing the naughty clothes, what do you say?<</s>> All of these were valid reasons. I wanted to let go and join her in that naughty game, but had my doubts. Did I have what it takes to play this naughty game? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -15 or $open gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Let's do this">><<add "arousal" 25>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>She wanted to push my limits, and my limits needed to be pushed. I figured the best way to do that is engage in her game, and see who'd chicken out between us. I knew I had what it took to take her up to the challenge. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to take me to her room and have me see the options that she had in her wardrobe. I looked at them, and noticed that she had given me the choice between two different sets mainly. <<s Author>>What about bras?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What about them?<</s>> She asked, not quite understanding what my question was. <<s Author>>There is no bra to match with those?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Of course not! Free the nipples!<</s>> She commented, eager as she waited for me to make my choice between the two options. <<link "<img src='images/clothes/teddy-blue.jpg' width='100px'>" "Jasmin House">><<pickup $wardrobe "teddy-blue" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "teddy-blue" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<dropall $bra>><<pickup $bra "nothing" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<pickup $lisaespana "teddy-white" 1 "teddy-black" 1 "teddy-pink" 1 "teddy-purple" 1>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/clothes/teddy-purple.jpg' width='100px'>" "Jasmin House">><<pickup $wardrobe "teddy-purple" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "teddy-purple" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<dropall $bra>><<pickup $bra "nothing" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<pickup $lisaespana "teddy-white" 1 "teddy-black" 1 "teddy-pink" 1 "teddy-blue" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's do this" "I am neither submissive nor open enough for this.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'm not comfortable with that.">><<less "Jasmin" 5>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't ready for such a move, and felt an odd pressure at this recent development. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Jasmin, I don't quite think that's something I'd be comfortable doing...<</s>> Her face dropped, and she moped about even more. The rest of our hangout was almost meaningless, and I could feel her frustrated at how things turned out for us. Maybe I'm not the kind of person that can be friends with <<light Jasmin>>... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $bra.has("nothing")>><<dropall $bra>>Now that I was wearing the naughty garments I chose to myself, <<light Jasmin>> the other option, I decided to head towards the living room, waiting in anticipation of the person that was to deliver our food for us. I felt naughty, on display, as I thought about the kind of character that would arrive with our food. How old would he be, how confident would he act? Knowing <<light Jasmin>>'s tastes, he was definitely going to be black. I felt excited about what was to happen, and could feel the heat rising through me in anticipation. <<s Jasmin>>You feel it, don't you? The excitement, the vulnerability...<</s>> She enticed me, and I felt myself nodding to her, agreeing with her statements. <<s Jasmin>>That's how we should always feel, it's thrilling isn't it?<</s>> I could help but agree. It was very exciting to be living such a thing, to be feeling such emotions. The guy would come, ring the bell, and I would strut over in my tight clothing, showing off my assets as his eyes... *Ring Ring* There was the doorbell, the call of fate. I had to go through with this. I had come so far, not to back down now. I approached slowly, steadily, scaredly and excitedly. *Ring Ring* <<picmid "events/jasminevents/door-flashing.jpg">> The doorbell rang once more, and I placed my hand on the handle, turned it... //What if it was <<light Jasmin>>'s father that came back to get something he forgot?// I opened the door, revealing the young handsome black guy behind it in a delivery-guy's hat. He nonchalantly greeted me while looking at the bill. <<s stranger>>Hello Pizzazo delivery.<</s>> He looked up, and noticed what was standing behind the door. The two girls in skimpy clothing that welcomed him, attractive and submissive-looking. I gulped. <<s Author>>Um yeah. That's for us.<</s>> I put my hands out to receive his package. //I meant the package!// <<s stranger>>There you go. Total's 30$.<</s>> He announced, still trying to catch his jaw from dropping to the floor. <<s Author>>Oh I don't have money. Jasmin can you help?<</s>> My friend approached, looking him up and down. He was attractive, a handsome black guy with striking features. <<s Jasmin>>Let me get that.<</s>> She took the box from my hands. <<s Jasmin>>I think there's money on the floor there next to the couch.<</s>> She pointed me further in the house, and indeed the money her father left us was there, on the floor. I walked over, facing away from the delivery guy. This whole situation was straight out of a porn movie. I think I needed to keep at it. I bent over, allowing my skirt to hike up revealing the curve of my ass, as I took my time in fetching the money for the guy. Turning back around, I noticed him looking at me. And he was staring intently. I smiled to myself. I guess I am attractive enough in the right clothing! I went towards him, money in hand. Handed it over, pushing my breasts out seductively. He ate it all up. <<s Jasmin>>You'll find it all there. Ciao!<</s>> My friend closed the door next to her. The heat rose through me as I looked back at her. <<s Jasmin>>You looked so hot bent over.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know what came over me.<</s>> She looked at me intently. <<s Jasmin>>He was so ready to take you right there, he was devouring you with his eyes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Speaking of devouring...<</s>> I pointed to the pizza box <<s Jasmin>>Forget that, I'm too horny for this. Come, let's deal with this first.<</s>> She placed the box on the table, before heading to her room. <div id='choices2'><<if $open gte 35 or $arousal gte 80 or $subdom lte -20 or $bisex gte 15>><<link "I want to play with her">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I don't know if it was because I was horny, because I was too submissive to say no to her, or because I was actually interested in her, or a combination of the three. All I know is I listened to her invitation and joined her into her room, where the naughty <<light Jasmin>> had kneeled to reach a suitcase under her bed. Her shapely ass was completely revealed, the g-string she wore on display as she swung it from side to side, fetching the small suitcase, the skirt she wore doing nothing to cover her ass. //Is this how I looked when the delivery guy came over? No wonder I had that effect on him. No wonder this is the effect I am feeling myself!// She got the black suitcase out, and opened it. Inside, a collection of sex toys was on display. A vibrator, a few buttplugs, and... Two big black dildos. I was not surprised, rather quite excited for what awaited us. <<s Jasmin>>I need to be filled.<</s>> She announced, grabbing the smaller of the two and handing it to me. The other, bigger black cock in hand, she headed for the bed and laid down on it. I joined her, as we laid side by side, our legs opened and skirts immediately hiking up to our midriff. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>This is so hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>It is...<</s>> I rubbed the black cock against my pussy, teasing my entrance as I closed my eyes, imagining someone between my legs, rubbing their cock on me. <<s Jasmin>>Mmm... Jerome...<</s>> Imagining <<light Jerome>> between my legs. <<s Author>>Is it always Jerome?<</s>> I asked her, turning towards her. <<s Jasmin>>He's the greatest guy I've ever seen.<</s>> Her eyes lit up as she thought of her regular partner. <<s Author>>He doesn't strike me as too special...<</s>> I announced, still looking at her as the dildo drifted against my lips, my breath starting to catch. <<s Jasmin>>He is. He's mysterious, for sure, but he has such a dominant aura... His body...<</s>> I allowed myself to imagine what my friend did. His hard, strong body against mine... <<s Jasmin>>But sometimes, in rare moments, he opens up and shares more.<</s>> She elaborated, her thoughts carried with her insertion. She was fucking herself, officially, panties to the side and dildo burried in. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/toys-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>Like when?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>When he's deep inside. When he had me under his control. When I'm good and obediant. He opens up.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s words had a weird effect on me. The more I imained <<light Jerome>>, the more I wanted his cock inside me. And I pushed the one I had in hand inside. And I opened up to welcome <<light Jerome>>'s member. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah?<</s>> I needed to hear more, and I hoped that my few words would entice her to share so. <<s Jasmin>>That's the thing with someone as dominant as him, submissiveness is rewarded. He likes it when I'm a good girl. I...<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation2.jpg">> She caught her breath, hitting a particularly pleasureful spot. Then she continued. <<s Jasmin>>I like being a good girl for him. Helping him grow into the true character he can grow into. He wasn't always that good, you know...<</s>> She was reliving moments, reliving fantasies. <<s Jasmin>>I didn't see him like that before, but he recently... Changed... Revealed himself to me...<</s>> She moaned, <<s Jasmin>>It was at a party, one that I went to without my father's knowledge. I was lost, alone. He got closer.<</s>> I allowed my mind to drift, listen to the tale. <<s Jasmin>>He introduced himself as my savior. He used to be much more arrogant.<</s>> She recalled. <<s Jasmin>>Then he hooked his hand around me, and led me to dance. And we danced, his hands immediately drifting over my body. His strong body on mine.<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation3.jpg">> The cock inside me reached further in, then out, then even deeper inside, then out... And I carried a beautiful rhythm as I listened to the tale. <<s Jasmin>>When my father called, he saw the name on the phone. My father's name on my phone is "Father". He saw it. He... He changed.<</s>> The memories she shared were vivid. She was lost in that moment, fucking herself on the cock in a slow, steady rhythm. <<s Jasmin>>He told me to take it. I didn't want to explain myself to my father. I hung up.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Then Jerome looked at me, weirded out by what I had done.<</s>> She continued, <<s Jasmin>>He scolded me for not answering. I told him I was having too much fun to be pestered by my father. He told me he'd kill to have a father to check up on him. I told him I'd do anything to have a father that is not such a loser. He asked me "anything?"<</s>> She talked quickly, her rhythm racing faster, as mine was. We were engaged, and I wanted to hear the rest of it. She moaned. I moaned too. <<s Author>>What did you say?<</s>> I asked, eager to know how they began, imagining myself in her place. <<s Jasmin>>I nodded. I told him yes. He grabbed me by the neck. Said "I'm your daddy tonight". I was his. He took me to the bedroom and fucked the living out of me. I was his since. I haven't felt anything like him. I never will.<</s>> Her voice rose with every thrust. She was growing closer and closer to her release. *Ring Ring* Startling the both of us as we reached higher and higher and closer and closer to an orgasm, her phone started ringing. It was on the bedside table next to me. I looked at it. It read "Father". It's like he's the constant cockblock... But I knew it would be wrong not to answer him, and even worse to answer him in the state we currently were in, two black cocks deep in our pussies. <<s Author>>It's your dad.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Let him go. We're having too much fun with Jerome.<</s>> She was still in her fantasy. What should I do? <div id='choices3'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Answer the phone">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>The naughty thought formed in my mind. I felt like being naughty. I grabbed the phone, answered, and put it on loudspeaker, dropping it between the two of us. <<s John>>Hey Jasmin how's it going?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hello sir!<</s>> I pushed the cock in and out of me as I talked to my friend's father. My friend whose bigger dildo was still deep inside of. <<s John>>Where's Jasmin?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Right here, dad. Don't say anything bad, you're on loud-speaker!<</s>> She called out as she continued her motion, stiffling a moan. <<s John>>I would never. You girls are okay?<</s>> He asked, checking in. We were fucking ourselves with his daughter's dildos, getting close to a release. We were doing better than ok. <<s Jasmin>>We're doing great. Feeling quite... Full!<</s>> She lodged the cock deep inside as she said that, a shudder coursing through her body. Enticed, I did the same, unable to control the soft moan that escaped my lips. <<s John>>Oh what did you order? Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Mmm yeah, my belly just hurts a bit.<</s>> I called out. <<s Jasmin>>Here let me help.<</s>> She moved my hand aside and grabbed a hold of my dildo, controlling the cock's motions. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/dildo-insertion.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>That's what you get for playing this naughty game.<</s>> She whispered in my other ear, her body now pressed on mine. <<s John>>It's nice of you to help your friend, Jasmin.<</s>> He was so stupid. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah, she's so helpful. Jasmin is amazing.<</s>> I moaned out, turned on by the whole situation, approaching orgasm. My hand drifted to her own pussy, playing with her clit in return. <<s Jasmin>>She's helping me too.<</s>> <<s John>>Helping you? How?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm...<</s>> She moaned. <<s Jasmin>>Let's just say I'm not bored anymore.<</s>> She cryptically explained in between moans. We were both really close. <<s Jasmin>>I'll call you back dad. I'm about to finish.<</s>> She was about to hang up. <<s Author>>The movie!!<</s>> I moaned out right before she did, my lips attacking hers immediately after as I tried to silence the intense orgasm I was having, my fingers lodged deep inside her and rubbing strongly agaisnt her clit. I moaned and moaned into her lips, kissing her with abandon, feeling intense pleasure. And she moaned back, not quite there yet, but close enough. She smiled down at me as I started relaxing. <<s Jasmin>>You'll make such a good sister slut.<</s>> She announced, before moving towards the suitcase to grab her vibrator. <<s Jasmin>>Just gotta finish myself off. I can't wait for you to try some of the real deal.<</s>> //I couldn't wait to try it either.// She had her fun, bringing herself to an orgasm as I helped her by fucking her with the bigger dildo. I was just as entranced by her open climaxing mouth as I was by the big dildo that brought her that pleasure. I couldn't wait to see that face again, next time with a real cock involved. <<link "Call it a night" "Park">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Ignore it, I'm having too much fun!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "johntrust" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I ignored the phone for a bit, still playing with myself. It kept ringing. *Ring ring* I turned to it and shut it off. <<s Author>>Oh shut up!<</s>> I exclaimed, still fucking myself roughly with the fake cock, wishing it was <<light Jerome>>'s. <<s Jasmin>>Good girl.<</s>> //Good girl. Just what he told her.// I shuddered, the words having a huge effect on me, making me more pliable, more accepting. Our opened legs were entertwined, hooked on top of each other's. I moaned louder and louder, my voice matched by my friend's. We were getting close. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation2.jpg">> *Ring ring* <<s Author>>Shut up!<</s>> I turned the phone off once more. <<light Jasmin>> chuckled. <<s Jasmin>>You're just like me. A bitch.<</s>> She pointed out. I moaned out loud as the orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, not quite expecting this sudden turn of events. She moaned and joined me, our legs pushing against each other as our mutual masturbation came to its glorious climax. We moaned out in relief, pleasured and happy. I felt my breath catch, still thinking of the naughty daddy <<light Jerome>> standing over us, cock still inside me. <<s Jasmin>>Can't wait for you to try some of the real deal.<</s>> //Can't wait to try it either.// <<link "Call it a night" "Park">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I want to play with her" "Not submissive, open, or horny enough for this.">><</if>> <<link "Better not engage">><<replace "#choices2">>Feeling that I need to put a limit of sorts to what was going on, I chose not to engage with her newest escalation, preferring to substract myself from this naughty activity she'd started engaging in. It was hot, just not for me. <<s Author>>I think I'll pass on that.<</s>> I announced, taking my seat next to the pizza box. She dejectedly shrugged before heading into her room, leaving me to my own thing as she searched for some pleasure of her own. <<light Jasmin>> was a naughty person alright, but I felt like joining in would take things too far... At least just yet... I let her do her thing as I started watching the Television and raising the volume to numb out the noise. Eventually, I preferred calling it a night and left her to her own devises when I noticed she didn't come out of her room. I guess she's had a good Saturday evening after all! <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

/*Following Jasmin out of school, we see her buying drugs. Confrontation makes us know that she's getting them for Jerome, but she is reluctant to share more. Would we be willing to lend her some money? */ <<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The School's hallways.">> <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin!<</s>> I greeted my friend. <<s Author>>Wanna hang out somewhere soon?<</s>> I was eager to be spending more time with my friend. After our last time together, I felt closer to her than before... And kind of missed it. <<s Jasmin>>Oh... Eum no I can't... Sorry.<</s>> My friend acted weirdly, denying my proposal. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked, curious. <<s Jasmin>>Yes yes of course. Sorry I need to go.<</s>> Not bothering to say goodbye, my friend was already on her way out of school. Something in me nagged me to follow her, but another part of me proposed I leave myself out of it. I was conflicted... <<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Follow her sneakily" "Jasmin Event 5">><<addtime>><<add "jasminevent" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Follow her sneakily" "Not open enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "Better not risk it" "School">><</link>><<dark "*" "Postpones the quest to another day">>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/town.jpg" "Walking through town">> Following my friend through the town roads, I notice her posture is quite different from that which I am used for her, walking in short, worried steps as she made her way through the beautiful scenery, not quite giving it any mind. I felt naughty, evil, to be following her the way I was across these roads, her unaware of my presence. I was doing something arguably wrong, but my intentions were honest, right? At one point, I saw her pull her bag in front of her and check the inside of it, making sure of something, giving a breather, before moving on in a hurried pace, me rushing to follow. As we continued on our way, I saw her start walking into the park, but from a side that I wasn't quite familiar with... <<link "Follow close behind" "Jasmin Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/park2.jpg" "An unvisited part of the park">> My friend walked through the park, a clear destination in mind, head straight forward and not caring to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Her trip took her across wide green spaces as she continued on her way. I felt bad, breaking her trust like that, but my curiosity was starting to get the better of me, and I needed to know what all of that was about. I'd see this through, no matter what it took. And so, hurrying behind and between trees, I kept tabs on my friend as she made her way across to the other side of the park, to an area that I was all too unfamiliar with. And she stopped right in front of a familiar looking black man. <<if $valentine.has("talkedtodealer")>><<pic Mark>>The dealer at Valentine's Event<</pic>><<else>><<pic Mark>>A familiar guy<</pic>><</if>> He greeted her dryly, his voice not quite registering, before nodding to her and walking in between two buildings, an area entirely secluded. From there, my friend ducked into the alleyway behind the strange man. My curiosity was peaked, it had started to get the best of me... <<link "Hide and peak in" "Jasmin Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "locations/alley.jpg" "A secluded alleyway">><<add "arousal" 30>> As I slowly and stealthily made my way towards the alleway,<<if $club.has("DnD")>> feeling like a character in my DnD parties,<</if>> I started hearing wet sounds of some sort of odd activity. I didn't need to see to know what <<light Jasmin>> was doing to the man... <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event5-alleybj1.jpg">> And she was doing an amazing job at it, blowing him like her life depended on it, trying to take as much of him in her mouth as possible. <<s Mark>>Oh that's a good bitch. Jerome was right about you.<</s>> The man spoke in hushed tones, enjoying her oral efforts, and grabbing a hold of the back of her head to push himself further in. <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event5-alleydeepthroat.jpg">> <<s Mark>>I hope he keeps wanting to buy some of that stuff. I'll get to keep using your mouth.<</s>> My friend moaned as she got impaled on the cock dominating her mouth, trying her best to breathe through it and somewhat failing. The man was not a brute, he did let off after a while, allowing her to catch her breath. And it was moments later that he went back to pushing her mouth onto his dominant member. <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event5-alleybj2.jpg">> My moaning friend used her hands alongside her mouth to pleasure the brutish figure in front of her, giving him a powerful blowjob, trying to get the job done. <<s Mark>>I'm close.<</s>> It was half a warning, half a statement, as <<light Jasmin>> pulled back just enough to lick his cock head as she stroked his impressive cock in the middle of that alleway. <<s Mark>>Mmm... So good!<</s>> His moans accompanied his erupting penis, which covered my friend with beautiful ropes of white liquid, her trying to catch all of them and him trying to paint her like a wet pornographic canvas. <<pichalf "events/jasminevents/event5-alleyfacial.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>Fuck.<</s>> <<s Mark>>Good job.<</s>> His offhand praise came with a distancing as he pulled his pants back up, my friend still on her knees, cum dripping on her face. <<s Mark>>You deserve this.<</s>> The man said, throwing a small plastic bag at her. <<s Mark>>The rest of the payment?<</s>> My friend barely looked up at him, the repercussions of her actions registering with her. <<s Jasmin>>In the bag.<</s>> She said, defeated, as he rumaged through and found the stack of bills that he was obviously owed. <<s Mark>>Looking forward to next time. Say hi to Jerome for me.<</s>> The arrogant man said, before walking away, heading deeper into the alley. My friend remained there, on her knees, dealing with the events that just unfolded. I was watching her, feeling my body getting hotter at the sight it just witnessed. <<light Jasmin>> slowly raised her hand towards her face. It seemed like she was going to do something about the cum that rested and dripped from it. Then she slowly turned in my direction... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Duck away">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt wrong being there with such a humiliating event happening to my friend. And I didn't want her to feel any worse than she probably would be feeling then... And so I ducked away. <<s Jasmin>>Is someone there?<</s>> My friend asked, quickly rising to her feet to gather herself and her stuff. <<s Jasmin>>I saw you. You're a student.<</s>> She announced. //Shit.// Would I be able to run away in time? <<light Jasmin>> appeared right next to me, having made her way out of the alley, face still covered in the white liquid. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>!<</s>> She was stunned to see me here. <<link "Help her" "Jasmin Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>Reveal myself">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt wrong being there and witnessing the scene I just did, and decided the best way forward was to come clean. I moved into the open, revealing myself. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>! What are you doing here?<</s>> She asked, incredulous. <<s Author>>I could ask the same about you.<</s>> I said, moving over to where she was starting to stand. <<s Jasmin>>Can we deal with my makeshift makeup first?<</s>> She said with a whisper. <<link "Help her" "Jasmin Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pic "Jasmin">><</pic>> Tissue paper in hand, <<light Jasmin>> was already starting to wipe away the cum that she had collected on her face as she spoke. <<s Jasmin>>How much did you see?<</s>> <<s Author>>Maybe everything. But I don't understand it.<</s>> My friend took a moment before speaking. <<s Jasmin>>What is there to understand? I blew a guy for drugs.<</s>> <<s Author>>But why? You don't do them.<</s>> I said. She remained silent. <<s Author>>They're for Jerome.<</s>> I announced, making it clear that I understood the stakes. <<s Jasmin>>Don't go about sharing that information. It's not for HIM him.<</s>> <<s Author>>So you're not even doing it for him?<</s>> I asked. <<s Jasmin>>Not quite. I mean yes I am, but he's not the one doing them.<</s>> She tried to explain. <<s Jasmin>>Forget it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can't really do that, can I?<</s>> I said, grabbing a tissue and helping her wipe the stuff from her face. <<s Jasmin>>It's stupid. If I had enough money I wouldn't have had to blow him. And now I have a bit more than before.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I asked. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome gave me the usual amount. The guy here raised his prices. Inflation he said. So I had to blow him.<</s>> My friend explained nonchalantly. <<s Author>>Couldn't you have asked for more money from Jerome?<</s>> I asked, incredulous. <<s Jasmin>>Look it just... Doesn't work like that.<</s>> She said. There was a pregnant silent in the air. The smell of sex was still slowly swifting through from the tissues we held. She grabbed mine and threw it on the floor alongside hers. <<s Jasmin>>Let's get out of here.<</s>> She said, taking me away. I was worried, didn't know what to do. Walked alongside her. <<s Author>>So what's the solution.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Find a way to make more money. Or ask a friend for some.<</s>> Her hint was thinly covered. My friend was desperate and it was showing. And part of me was inclined to help her. <<s Author>>Is there no other way?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Short of breaking it off with Jerome, I'm not sure I really have that much of a choice. And the things he has on me... I guess blowing a stranger wouldn't be so bad.<</s>> My friend explained. There was no doubt that whatever was happening between her and Jerome was coming to a head very soon, and there would be repercussions to this whole ordeal. Until then though, the tension would continue rising between them... <div id='choices'>//If I was to help her with the money, I'd be basically enabling her and keeping her under his control... And probably basically paying him by proxy... If I didn't, she might continue to resort to blowing a stranger off just for some drugs... What was really the right choice?// <<if $money gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Lend her the money">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<less "money" 50>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney Lended" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Look, Jasmin. It hurt to see you like that.<</s>> I said plainly, putting my arm around her shoulder as we continued on our way. <<s Author>>You don't have to blow someone for drugs. You don't have to resort to sex to get what you want.<</s>> I said, pulling my wallet out. <<s Author>>If you ever need money, come to me. I can help.<</s>> I said, giving her a 50$ bill. My friend's eyes watered with tears that started to well up. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know what to say...<</s>> <<s Author>>No need to say anything. Just make sure that this doesn't go to waste.<</s>> I announced, hugging her. In a whisper, <<light Jasmin>> spoke in my ear. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you. I won't forget this.<</s>> She said calmly. //Who knows what the future might hold for my friend and her "partner"?// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Lend her the money" "Don't have enough money (50)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I'll give them to her later">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney LendPromise" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Look, Jasmin. It hurt to see you like that.<</s>> I said plainly, putting my arm around her shoulder as we continued on our way. <<s Author>>You don't have to blow someone for drugs. You don't have to resort to sex to get what you want.<</s>> I said, trying to reassure her. <<s Jasmin>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean if you ever need money, come to me. I can help.<</s>> I said, looking at her straight in the eyes. My friend's eyes watered with tears that started to well up. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know what to say...<</s>> <<s Author>>No need to say anything. I'll find you soon at school with the money.<</s>> I announced, hugging her. In a whisper, <<light Jasmin>> spoke in my ear. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you. I won't forget this.<</s>> She said calmly. //Who knows what the future might hold for my friend and her "partner"?// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I'm not enabling her.">><<pickup $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney Denied" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "Jerome" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Look, Jasmin. It hurts to hsee you like that.<</s>> I said plainly as I walked alongside her. <<s Author>>The only person that can bring you out of this hole you've dug for yoruself is you. And you need to see this through one way or the other.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Your solution is not with Jerome. It is away from him.<</s>> I said clearly. <<light Jasmin>> was thoughtful for a moment. <<s Jasmin>>You're right.<</s>> She said. <<s Jasmin>>If he wants to get this shit, he better do it on his own.<</s>> Her decision made, my friend had more of a confidence in her steps, walking with held raised high. //Who knows what the future might hold for my friend and her "partner"?// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My friend is in need. I have to help her." "Not dominant enough (7)">><</if>></div> <</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Author>>So about last time...<</s>> I said to my friend as I pulled out the money to hand it over. <<s Jasmin>>No, you don't have to. I can take care of it.<</s>> I looked at her with a side eye, making it obvious that there was no way that I'm letting her risk a stranger's blowjob anytime soon. <<s Author>>It's nothing. Just take the money.<</s>> I told her, handing over the 50$ bill. <<s Jasmin>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Author>>Certain. You need it more than I do.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I won't forget this.<</s>> My friend said humbly. <<s Author>>Don't mention it babe.<</s>> I replied, taking my leave from this interaction. //I sure hope things won't escalate for the worst. I'm not enabling her, I'm helping her move out of that hole she's dug for herself... Right?// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> It was dark all around, and yet my friend was just now entering the bathrooms, an odd sight this late at night.<<if $friendsevents.has("Jamila Third Meeting")>><br>The same bathrooms that <<light Jamila>> had introduced me to not long ago...<</if>> She looked like she belonged, dressed in scant clothing and looking all sorts of slutty, and she was making her way into a strange stall in the middle of the night, unusually for her. And yet, my curiosity was beyond peaked. I knew that I had to follow, see what it was all about<<if $friendsevents.has("Jamila Third Meeting")>>, even though I already knew...<<else>>.<</if>> My heart beat quickly as I silently looked around, trying to see if there was anyone that noticed my presence there. There was no one to look at me. I was alone, and I had my opportunity. <<link "Follow my friend" "Jasmin Event 6">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/public-bathrooms.jpg" "Public Bathroom">> The putrid smell was the first thing that registered with me when I made my way into the space, <<if $friendsevents.has("Jamila Third Meeting")>>its familiarity striking me once more.<<else>>unsure what to expect in the secluded, dark location.<</if>> The fear of being seen stayed in the back of my head, and I figured I needed to quickly find where my friend had gone to. The last stall was closed, and with it, the hope that she'd be in that space. I approached, timidly, and decided to knock on the door. <<s Jasmin>>That's not the right stall, buddy.<</s>> Came her voice, unmistakable, from behind the door. I gulped, then looked around. The door right next to hers was open. I thought of what to do about this whole thing... <div id='choices'><<link "Let her know it is me.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Jasmin... It's me.<</s>> As soon as I spoke, the door opened quickly, <<light Jasmin>> pulled me in, and closed the door again behind me. <<s Jasmin>>What are you doing here?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>I can ask you the same thing!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh you don't know what this place is?<</s>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Jamila Third Meeting")>><<s Author>>Actually, I do. I just did not expect you to be here.<</s>> I said to her. <<s Jasmin>>Oh my! And here I thought that it would be hard to explain...<</s>> <<else>><<s Author>>A random public toilet?<</s>> I asked her, trying to grasp why she'd be here. <<s Jasmin>>It's more than that...<</s>> She said, revealing a hole in the wall behind her. <<s Author>>Is that?<</s>> I asked, not believing what my eyes saw.<</if>> <<s Jasmin>>Don't judge me!<</s>> She said. <<s Jasmin>>It pays well and is pleasurable!<</s>> I tried to see how I'd approach the whole thing, to find a way to broach the subject. It was only moments later, bringing me out of my calculations, that I heard a person entering the toilets, and make a beeline towards the nearby stall. <<s Jasmin>>Excuse me, I need the money.<</s>> She said, getting ready to kneel in front of the hole. <div id='choices2'><<if $bisex gte 30>><<link "A kiss to stop her from kneeling">><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "events/jasminevens/event6-kissingfirst.mp4">> My lips attacked <<light Jasmin>>'s, claiming her attention away from whatever would appear in the hole in the wall. Heavy, eager kisses that I was enjoying, and hoping that she was enjoying as well. Beautiful, fulfilling love that would hopefully distract her from whatever duty she thought she had towards strangers in another stall. And, with joy, I found her kissing back, eagerly enjoying what I had offered, and eagerly pushing herself against me for more physical contact. Contact I'd freely and gladly offer... <<link "Take it further" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 Lesbo" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "A kiss to stop her from kneeling" "Not bisexual enough (30)">><</if>> <<link "Watch it happen" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 BBC" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Enter the other stall">><<replace "#choices">>I walked into the other stall, my curiosity peeked. After all, she was the one that invited me to go there. <<s Jasmin>>Come on babe, put in in here.<</s>> She said from the next stall, through an interesting-looking hole in the wall. I hesitated, but then decided to put my fingers into that hole. <<s Jasmin>>Oh babe, no white betas allowed. This place is black only!<</s>> She claimed, pushing my fingers away immediately. <<s Jasmin>>You need to know your place.<</s>> She futher explained. My fingers remained there as I thought about the situation. It was a gloryhole, and <<light Jasmin>> wanted only black cock... <<s Jasmin>>Hold on...<</s>> She said a short moment later. <<s Jasmin>>You're a girl!<</s>> I pulled my fingers back, too well maintained to be a man's. <<light Jasmin>> got closer to the hole, and looked through it. <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>?? Come home, quick!<</s>> She said, already moving to open her door. I just had to join her there, the idea of a BBC-Only gloryhole still heavy on my mind. <<s Jasmin>>What are you doing here?<</s>> Before I could even answer her query, footsteps could be heard walking into the space, approaching the nearby stall. <<s Jasmin>>Hold that thought.<</s>> My friend was quick to prepare herself to blow the person that had just walked in. What was I doing here? <<link "Watch her work" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 BBC" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jasmin Event 6 Out")>><<picmid "events/jasminevents/event6-walkback.jpg">><<s Jasmin>>It was nice sharing this experience with you.<</s>> My friend spoke as we had started walking toward her house, in a leisurely pace. <<s Author>>I figured you might need the help.<</s>> I said to her, thinking still on the reason why she'd be here. <<s Author>>Did Jerome put you to this?<</s>> I asked her, legitimately curious. <<s Jasmin>>Oh no. I'm doing this for me. The money's all mine.<</s>> She said. <<if $friendsevents.has("Jasmin Event 6 BBC")>><<add "money" 50>><<s Jasmin>>Speaking of which, here's your cut.<</s>> She said, handing me a 50$ bill. <<s Author>>Woah that's a lot!<</s>> I said to her. <<s Jasmin>>What can I say, the people that come here are well invested.<</s>> She laughed. <<else>><<s Jasmin>>Speaking of which, I wish I was able to suck at least one cock tonight.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy my kisses.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Of course I did, but I did lose out on a good payment. And so did you by the way.<</s>><</if>> <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Jasmin>>The people that visit that toilet, at least, BBC holders that do, are given the money to pay us white glorywhores.<</s>> She explained. <<s Jasmin>>Which is how it can keep being a BBC-Only hole, and is this well paid.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who makes the payments, though?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Jasmin>>Fuck if I know.<</s>> My friend replied, before changing the subject: <<s Jasmin>>Just don't tell Jerome about this...<</s>> The request was the first of its kind from my loving friend, and was sure to bring with it complications. <<s Author>>He doesn't own you, and you're not in a relationship, he isn't owed that information.<</s>> I said to her, reassuring her of my stance regarding the secrecy. <<s Jasmin>>Thank you <<print $name>>. It's just that he's really protective of me.<</s>> I smiled. <<s Author>>So am I.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>And I'm protective of you. If anything, you matter more than Jerome to me.<</s>> It was extremely touching to hear these words come from her. My friend, despite the strength of her character, her stubborness in doing all of these things and pushing the enveloppe, her insistence on making her father worry for her, had a soft side that she was slowly showing to me. <<s Author>>And you matter to me too.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Whatever the future may hold, I'd like you to be there by my side in it.<</s>> She finally admitted as we neared her house. <<s Jasmin>>Help me through the window?<</s>> She asked me, not moving towards the main door. <<s Author>>You naughty slut.<</s>> I joked. <<s Jasmin>>You know it!<</s>> She laughed quietly. <<s Jasmin>>By the way, it goes without saying, if you're ever in need for more money to afford Spring Break, you know where to find it!<</s>> My friend said as she climbed towards her window. As I walked back home, I ruminated the events that unfolded just now and what they meant for us. <<s Jasmin>>//Whatever the future may hold, I'd like you to be there by my side in it.//<</s>> And I would be. Especially now that I had another way of making money, if I dared it. <<link "Go home and sleep" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jasmin Event 6 Lesbo")>><<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-makeout.mp4">>Explorative hands, heavy passion, and need for each other's hot bodies, <<light Jasmin>> and I were quick to start enjoying each other's bodies in the naughty location we found ourselves in. Partly in public, yes, but also such a hot place to be kissing one's friend/lover. <<s Jasmin>>Oh fuck...<</s>> She whispered to me in between kisses, trying to be as calm as possible with a stranger right nearby, their cock still demanding out attention and care but being denied it. <<s Author>>You're so hot.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>So are you!<</s>> She was empassioned, as the man nearby knocked on the wall between our stalls. <<s stranger>>Are you gonna suck it or what?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Keep your money, I'm busy here.<</s>> My friend called out before attacking me with her lips, as her hands removed her underwear and mine. <<s Author>>Someone's eager for some pleasure!<</s>> I teased. She could only kiss me. <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-rubbing.mp4">> <<s Jasmin>>Never have I felt such pleasure here.<</s>> My friend admitted, my fingers exploring her pussy and her mouth exploring mine. <<s Author>>Fun is best shared with friends.<</s>> I smiled back, enjoying the situation. <<s Jasmin>>Totally is.<</s>> She said. I smiled at her, and continued kissing her. <<s Author>>There's other lips that need tasting.<</s>> <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-eatout.mp4">> Moments later, in the stall of a public bathroom with a gloryhole right nearby, I was kissing and licking my friend's pussy lips, lapping up at her juices lovingly. <<s Jasmin>>Oh fuck.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Hey come on-<</s>> <<s Author>>Go fuck yourself, We don't need you.<</s>> I shouted at the stranger sitting in the next stall. He would not stop me from my meal, not now. I licked and sucked with reckless abandon, enjoying my friend's beautiful folds and giving her my all. <<s Jasmin>>Mmmm....<</s>> Her moans, unfiltered anymore, rose closer and closer to a beautiful crescendo, music to my ears. <<s Author>>That's it. Cum for me.<</s>> I encouraged her. It didn't take long for her to do so, an orgasm washing over her as she moaned out in apreciation. <<s Jasmin>>You're so good!<</s>> She cried out as she came all over my licking tongue. <<s Author>>And you're tasty as fuck.<</s>> I shot back a compliment of my own. <<link "Walk out together" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 Out" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jasmin Event 6 BBC")>><div id='continue'><<pichead "events/jasminevents/event6-bbc.jpg" "An alluring big black cock">> The cock in the wall bobbed just for a few moments before my friend rushed to her knees in front of it to service it. <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-beginning.mp4">> <<s Jasmin>>Look at it. Glorious.<</s>> She said appraisingly, ready and eager to be servicing the hard cock that stood to attention in front of her, before licking and sucking with love what seemed to be her one source of pleasure. I knew <<light Jasmin>> was attracted to <<light Jerome>>, and I always figured that his masculinity and charisma, no matter how offensive, were what drew her to him in the first place... Turns out I was quite right in my thought, but also entirely wrong. My friend was a bona-fide slut for BBC, and it was only the fact that their color clashed with hers, coupled with the taboo act of it all, and their size, that made her kneel in a public space so embarrasingly and service them. <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-enticing.mp4">> And put on a show of servicing them, a slut that was trying to attract me to her activities, showing me how big their heads were, how impressive their cocks were not to fit normally in her whore mouth. An alluring sight, and a beautiful presence, both enticing and beautiful to witness, a whore and her stranger's BBC, sucking with passion and vigor, making a show of it. A show I was enjoying. <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-calling.mp4">> A show she knew I was enjoying. And a show that was roping me in, more and more, enticing me further and further. <<s Jasmin>>Mmmm...<</s>> She moaned, then whispered: <<s Jasmin>>Join me.<</s>> I looked at her and the black cock in front of her. A true vision of beauty. And deep inside... Was it jealousy? Did I want to be a part of this, or was I just hoping this would all be over so I can communicate with awareness with my friend? <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 40>><<link "Get on my knees and join her">><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/jasminevents/event6-join2.jpg">>I just had to go down there, join her in her beautiful activity, be a part of it. I knelt. I nodded at her. And I opened my mouth to take in the big, beautiful cock that was moments ago inside of hers, her hand on the back of my head, helping me against it. Sucking, and blowing, friend alongside her friend. Enjoying a black cock together, one next to the other. Her masturbating as she watched me serve the black cock in front of me. <<pichalf "events/jasminevent/event6-join.jpg">>//I have to admit it. This is beyond hot!// Two white whores, serving a stranger's big black cock. The beauty of this BBC-Only Gloryhole was not lost on me. It was clear as day, a place for us white whores to bond over common interest. And bathe in their beauty. <<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-together.mp4">> <div id='choices2'><<if $bisex gte 20>><<link "Kiss her passionately">><<replace "#choices2">><<vid "events/jasminevents/event6-cumsharing.mp4">> Covered in cum, some of it dripping out of my mouths, I couldn't help but feel attracted to my naughty white slut friend, as my lips found hers, and we traded the tasty, beautiful sperm between us. Kiss after kiss, we slowly grew more passionate towards each other, a short moment before <<light Jasmin>> separated and looked into my eyes. I looked at her with a challenging glare. //Would she dare stop now?// <<link "Take it further" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 Lesbo" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss her passionately" "Not bisexual enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "Successful in our mission, let's walk out" "Jasmin Event 6">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 Out" 1>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Get on my knees and join her" "Not open enough (40)">><</if>> <<link "Nothing to do, only watch her.">><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin Event 6 Unjoined" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/jasminevents/event6-watch1.jpg">> As my friend put her hand out, inviting me to join her, I hesitated, unwilling to put myself in that vulnerable position, unwilling to join her in her debauchery... Or to shy to do so. <<light Jasmin>> was disappointed by that revelation, and despite her passion to what was happening, I could see a clear sense of feeling let down. How could I ever join her doing that? To a stranger?? <<picmid "events/jasminevents/event6-watch2.jpg">> I watched as she turned again to service to big cock that stood to full attention in front of her, partly jealous but mostly critical of the whole situation. I didn't understand what was happening between her and <<light Jerome>>. I didn't understand how far she was gone. But I knew that my friend was in some sort of danger, and I had the feeling that I might have been the only one to be able to bring her out of it. <<link "Walk out with her after she is done.">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "events/jasminevents/event6-walkback.jpg">> <<light Jasmin>> was sorting through the stack of bills in her hands, looking happy with a job well done. I walked alongside her, thoughtful, trying to sort through the different revelations of the moment. <<s Jasmin>>Same, consistent amount, each time.<</s>> She said. I couldn't engage in this aspect of what was happening. I had my questions and they needed answering. <<s Author>>What was that about? Since when?<</s>> I simply asked her. <<s Jasmin>>Hey your judgement is not appreciated and will get you nowhere.<</s>> She said. I settled back a bit. <<s Author>>I'm sorry...<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>But I'm trying to understand all of this... Did Jerome put you to it?<</s>> After last time, I wouldn't put it past him to be selling her out at a gloryhole to make him even more money. <<s Jasmin>>Look, he has nothing to do with this. I'm the only one doing this. And if you're going to be taking that aggressive tone, I'm ending this whole thing here and now.<</s>> She said, taking the defensive. She was obviously hiding something from me, but I had no idea what it was... And I didn't know how to approach the subject, now that she viewed me as a spy, an enemy of sorts... //I guess it can't be helped, for now...// <<link "Move along" "Management">><<sleep>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div></div> <</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<set $metJasmin to true>>My friend <<light Jasmin>> has always been loud and charismatic. As I see her approach me in the school coridors, I can't help but smile at her. <<s Jasmin>>How can you be smiling when things are looking so bad?<</s>> she says as soon as I reach her. Startled, I speak out: <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>The SA Office's email. What about people who need to work to support their families?<</s>> She says with furrowed brows. <<s Author>>Do you need to work in order to support your family?<</s>> I'm confused. <<s Jasmin>>Me? Oh never! My family's rich!<</s>> She says, playing with her expensive Pablo Rabonne bag. <<s Jasmin>>But there are people less fortunate than I am, and they're the ones losing everything.<</s>> Unconvinced, I answer her. <<s Author>>Not necessarily...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Don't fight me over this.<</s>> her tone is quick to suggest no argument is to be had. I shrug. <<s Author>>Anyway, will you do anything regarding these new requirements for college admissions?<</s>> I ask, eager to change the subject. <<s Jasmin>>Sure will! I am already planning a few protests for the upcoming year. You're sure to be joining me on those!<</s>> I can see the sparkles in her eyes as she mentions her plans. <<light Jasmin>> has long been a strong fighter for all social issues, no matter how removed from them she might be. <<s Jasmin>>I'm thinking of creating a <b>Human Rights Club</b> at school to fight for these kinds of topics. Think you'll be able to join?<</s>> She asks, revealing her newest venture. I can't help but being curious about this new revelation. <<s Author>>When will you be meeting?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>It will be on Tuesday Afternoons, between 4 and 6PM. Come on! Please tell me you can make it!<</s>> <center><<dark "❗Notice❗" "Choosing the last option will lock off all HRC Elements of the game.">></center><div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Sure I can. Sounds fun.">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "hrc" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I don't think about it too much.<<s Author>>Sure I can. Sounds fun. Using it for my applications is only a plus.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Wow that's great to hear! Alright I'll see you then!<</s>> <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>I need it for my applications.">><<pickup $club "hrc" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Thinking of how this could be beneficial for my applications, I can clearly see the beneftis of such a commitment. <<s Author>>Sure. Only cause I need it for my college applications.<</s>> I tell a critical<<light Jasmin>> waiting for an answer. <<s Jasmin>>Good choice, wrong reason. I'll have time to help you become better. See you on Tuesday!<</s>> <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'm not interested.">><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<less "open" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $club "HRC Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Despite the probable benefits of such a move, I cannot push myself to fake enthusiasm for such an endeavor. <<s Author>>I'm not interested in this kind of thing. It causes more problems than it solves.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Seriously $name !? I can't believe you'd say something like that. I guess I know where you stand now.<</s>> I see clearly that this has placed a true strain on our friendship. I mentally note that I might need to make it up to her. <<link "Go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 0>><<add "jasminevent" 1>><center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/house.jpg' width='60%'></center> <<light Jasmin>> has had a respectable childhood and lived in a protected neighborhood with her father. <<s Jasmin>>My mother died when I was young, and it's been hard on my father you know... That's why he's so protective.<</s>> <<s Author>>I understand being protective of you...<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I don't mean to give him excuses obviously. His decision is stupid. Thank god I can still go to the HRC meetings!<</s>> <<s Author>>I know, right? What would the club do without its president?<</s>> We were hanging out in her bedroom, lying on her bed as we talked about school, boys, and what our future might hold. <<s Jasmin>>Honestly I can't wait to go to college and finally get some space. It's about time I get to be my own person you know? Like my own things and everything?<</s>> <<s Author>>What about Jerome? Or your father?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What about them?<</s>> <<s Author>>Well aren't you and Jerome kind of like a thing?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh no. Not at all! I couldn't tie down a man like that!<</s>> <<s Author>>Why not Jasmin? You're amazing!<</s>> If <<light Jasmin>> couldn't have <<light Jerome>>, I don't know who possibly could. She's an amazing person... <<s Jasmin>>I most definitely am. But Jerome... He deserves more.<</s>> I was confused. <<s Jasmin>>There's something about him... I just can't quite put the finger on it you know? There's like an unspoken thing.<</s>> I could see where she was coming from... <<s Jasmin>>I can't say no to him. Something about the way he takes control and makes me feel safe all at once just resonates with me...<</s>> <<s Author>>I understand that, I guess... I don't know I've never felt that way about anyone but I guess I see what you mean.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You could you know.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who with?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Who other than Jerome?<</s>> Was she really suggesting that? <<s Author>>Hold up what?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>He's into you, and wants to see where things might lead between the two of you.<</s>> <<s Author>>But you're-<</s>> There was something odd about what she was suggesting, as she cut me off to explain: <<s Jasmin>>I already told you, he's such a character that I cannot tie him down. Definitely not with the father I have. So if I can't stop him why not channel him towards my best friend?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're seriously fine with that?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Most definitely. It'd be super hot sharing him with you, and I know you'd make a great addition to what he and I have.<</s>> I couldn't believe she'd actually offer a throuple with <<light Jerome>>, and that I was maybe even considering it. I mean her and I have been growing closer, and <<light Jerome>> had that undeniable attractiveness to him. I could already imagine myself in between the two of them, playing their games and floating between their hot bodies... <center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/hope.jpg' width='60%'></center> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Accept her proposal">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Threesome Accepted" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Taken by the amazing potential of such a coupling, I felt my curiosity getting the best of me: <<s Author>>I can't promise anything..<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Of course you can't. It's not up to us, it's up to him and if he accepts it.<</s>> //What was I getting myself into?// <<s Author>>I believe I can give it a try. Wouldn't hurt seeing where things might lead.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Often the bedroom. But sometimes the back of the bleachers and one time the library.<</s>> I had to cut her off right there. <<s Author>>You'll tell me all about these another time. Can we talk about something else for now?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Hehehe sure. Soon enough you'll be a willing partner, you'll see. You won't be able to get enough of him. Let me send him a message right now.<</s>> <<link "continue" "Jasmin House">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>I'll pass">><<less "open" 1>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "Threesome Denied" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Snapping out of my momentary reverie, I decide to share my decision with my friend: <<s Author>>Sorry, Jasmin... I don't think I can join whatever you have going on.<</s>> Obviously dejected, <<light Jasmin>>tried to find her words: <<s Jasmin>>I understand... I guess... Actually I don't but nevertheless I hope you are able to see what you're missing out on.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am sure you two spend amazing times, but I feel like it is not my place to be joining that.<</s>> Leaving it at that, we both move on from the topic and start talking about other things, until the time comes for me to leave. <<link "continue" "Jasmin House">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>> As I say my good-byes to my friend and step out of her room to leave her house, I meet her father sitting at the dining room table, phone in hand. <<s Author>>Goodbye Mr. John<</s>> <<s John>>Hey <<print $name>> do you have a moment for me?<</s>> <center><img src='images/character/john.jpg' width='50%'></center> It was odd for <<light Jasmin>>'s father to want to talk to me, but I figured there wasn't anything wrong with that. <<s John>>It's about Jasmin... I'm worried about her.<</s>> <<s Author>>Why? What's wrong?<</s>> <<s John>>I know I might be overbearing and very protective of her, but I just want her to be safe.<</s>> <<s Author>>But she is safe, sir.<</s>> There was true sadness in his eyes. <<s John>>There's just... Ever since I lost her mother it's been hard on me to really make sure that my little girl is safe. And she's been going out with dangerous looking people lately...<</s>> He was obviously referring to our black friends, and it felt odd listening to his honestly valid rationale. <<s John>>It's just that I am truly worried for her. I can't keep her grounded for long but I need to know that she's making smart decisions. Especially regarding her friends.<</s>> I could understand his worry. But in here lied an opportunity to help out my friend, or make sure that her father's wishes would be fulfilled <<s John>>I know it might be a lot to ask, but I trust you. Would you keep a watchful eye on her?<</s>> And there it was, the big ask. Was I willing to play cop on my best friend, or will I use this opportunity to help her find her freedom the way she obviously needs? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Fool him">><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "johntrust" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>There was a huge opportunity in helping <<light Jasmin>> get out of her shell and truly be herself, and I was not about to miss it. Putting on the sweetest face and voice I could muster, I spoke up: <<s Author>>You know, Mr. John... I could never say no to you... Your care over Jasmin is really heartwarming...<</s>> I allowed myself to channel fake emotions, to show a visage I hadn't before. <<s John>>Is everything okay?<</s>> My worried look helped sell the ruse. <<s Author>>It's just that... I lost my father at a young age and I understand what it means to lose someone you love. I would never put you in such a position.<</s>> I leant in just a tiny bit, baiting him into hugging me. And he took the bait, hook, line and sinker. //I was in.// Smiling sweetly at him, I excused myself and left the house, selling the ruse that I had to study for upcoming exams. //I didn't, but he didn't need to know that!// <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Promise to help">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Understanding his conflict, I decided to offer him a helping hand. <<s Author>>You can count on me, sir. I think I can help you with that.<</s>> Giving him a tough face, I needed to show him I could be trusted. He needed the help, and so did <<light Jasmin>>, whether she knew it or not. <<s John>>That's great to hear. Thank you for this, <<print $name>><</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it.<</s>> Excusing myself, I left their house, not before thinking that this decision might be the most responsible one I have ever undertaken, especially with what my friend just offered moments ago... <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/close.png'>I don't want this responsibility">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't take on such a responsibility, it was too much. //If he wants his daughter safe, maybe the best thing he can do is keep her home.// But I wasn't about to tell him that... <<s Author>>I don't know, sir. It feels weird stalking my friend like that and like controling what she does and...<</s>> I was allowing my stress to show, to really push the responisbility away. <<s John>>It's nothing of the sort, but worry not.<</s>> He tried reassuring me. I felt instantly relieved. <<s John>>Just keep this between us. I really care for her safety but cannot suffocate her much longer.<</s>> Nodding, I agreed. <<s Author>>Of course, sir. I'm sorry I have to go.<</s>> Excusing myself, I made my way out of the house and into the street. This decision might've made things more difficult on <<light Jasmin>> but I really couldn't handle that added responsibility. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $jasminmessagepost is 3>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 0>><div id='continue'>I was back again at <<light Jasmin>>'s house, eager to be spending time with my friend as she greeted me warmly. <<light John>>, her father, was putting the finishing touches on the tie he wore as he greeted me as well. <<s John>>You girls have a nice evening, a calm one!<</s>> He turned towards his daughter with that addition. <<s John>>I've left you some money on the counter to order some pizza or whatever else you might want.<</s>> He was a good father, well-meaning. <<s John>>Enjoy.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You too, dad!<</s>> My friend hugged her father warmly, a bit out of character for her but sweet nonetheless. <<light John>> left the house, leaving us alone. <<s Author>>So, what to do?<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s face immediately shifted, turning sour. <<s Jasmin>>Jerome's busy tonight. My plans are ruined.<</s>> <<s Author>>What about girls' night?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Well that's the new plan, isn't it?<</s>> She faked a smile. She was obviously disheartened that her guy couldn't make it. Whether she'd admit it or not, it was obvious that <<light Jerome>> meant a lot to her. <<s Jasmin>>Let's start by ordering pizza.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Our order put through, we set out to wait for it to arrive. Then <<light Jasmin>> suddenly lit up as she realized something. <<s Jasmin>>That pizza place has the sexiest delivery drivers!<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay, and?<</s>> I didn't quite understand where she was headed with it. <<s Jasmin>>And it's time to play a game. I've set out to help you out of your shell, <<print $name>>, and that's what I'm doing.<</s>> I looked at her skeptically. <<s Jasmin>>You're gonna greet them in some naughty clothes, try to get a rise out of them.<</s>> <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> I was weirded out by her comment, but she kept at it: <<s Jasmin>>Yes, seriously. Imagine the look on their face when you open the door in like the skimpiest skirt and the tightest top. You'll make their evening!<</s>> I was intrigued. <<s Author>>But why?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Honestly girl... It's a Saturday night, we're home alone, no boys are coming, and I am bored as fuck. I'll even join you in wearing the naughty clothes, what do you say?<</s>> All of these were valid reasons. I wanted to let go and join her in that naughty game, but had my doubts. Did I have what it takes to play this naughty game? <div id='choices'><<if $subdom lte -15 or $open gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Let's do this">><<add "arousal" 25>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices">>She wanted to push my limits, and my limits needed to be pushed. I figured the best way to do that is engage in her game, and see who'd chicken out between us. I knew I had what it took to take her up to the challenge. <<light Jasmin>> was quick to take me to her room and have me see the options that she had in her wardrobe. I looked at them, and noticed that she had given me the choice between two different sets mainly. <<s Author>>What about bras?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>What about them?<</s>> She asked, not quite understanding what my question was. <<s Author>>There is no bra to match with those?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Of course not! Free the nipples!<</s>> She commented, eager as she waited for me to make my choice between the two options. <<link "<img src='images/clothes/teddy-blue.jpg' width='100px'>" "Jasmin House">><<pickup $wardrobe "teddy-blue" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "teddy-blue" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<dropall $bra>><<pickup $bra "nothing" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<pickup $lisaespana "teddy-white" 1 "teddy-black" 1 "teddy-pink" 1 "teddy-purple" 1>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/clothes/teddy-purple.jpg' width='100px'>" "Jasmin House">><<pickup $wardrobe "teddy-purple" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "teddy-purple" 1>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<dropall $bra>><<pickup $bra "nothing" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<pickup $lisaespana "teddy-white" 1 "teddy-black" 1 "teddy-pink" 1 "teddy-blue" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's do this" "I am neither submissive nor open enough for this.">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I'm not comfortable with that.">><<less "Jasmin" 5>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't ready for such a move, and felt an odd pressure at this recent development. <<s Author>>I'm sorry Jasmin, I don't quite think that's something I'd be comfortable doing...<</s>> Her face dropped, and she moped about even more. The rest of our hangout was almost meaningless, and I could feel her frustrated at how things turned out for us. Maybe I'm not the kind of person that can be friends with <<light Jasmin>>... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $bra.has("nothing")>><<dropall $bra>>Now that I was wearing the naughty garments I chose to myself, <<light Jasmin>> the other option, I decided to head towards the living room, waiting in anticipation of the person that was to deliver our food for us. I felt naughty, on display, as I thought about the kind of character that would arrive with our food. How old would he be, how confident would he act? Knowing <<light Jasmin>>'s tastes, he was definitely going to be black. I felt excited about what was to happen, and could feel the heat rising through me in anticipation. <<s Jasmin>>You feel it, don't you? The excitement, the vulnerability...<</s>> She enticed me, and I felt myself nodding to her, agreeing with her statements. <<s Jasmin>>That's how we should always feel, it's thrilling isn't it?<</s>> I could help but agree. It was very exciting to be living such a thing, to be feeling such emotions. The guy would come, ring the bell, and I would strut over in my tight clothing, showing off my assets as his eyes... *Ring Ring* There was the doorbell, the call of fate. I had to go through with this. I had come so far, not to back down now. I approached slowly, steadily, scaredly and excitedly. *Ring Ring* <<picmid "events/jasminevents/door-flashing.jpg">> The doorbell rang once more, and I placed my hand on the handle, turned it... //What if it was <<light Jasmin>>'s father that came back to get something he forgot?// I opened the door, revealing the young handsome black guy behind it in a delivery-guy's hat. He nonchalantly greeted me while looking at the bill. <<s stranger>>Hello Pizzazo delivery.<</s>> He looked up, and noticed what was standing behind the door. The two girls in skimpy clothing that welcomed him, attractive and submissive-looking. I gulped. <<s Author>>Um yeah. That's for us.<</s>> I put my hands out to receive his package. //I meant the package!// <<s stranger>>There you go. Total's 30$.<</s>> He announced, still trying to catch his jaw from dropping to the floor. <<s Author>>Oh I don't have money. Jasmin can you help?<</s>> My friend approached, looking him up and down. He was attractive, a handsome black guy with striking features. <<s Jasmin>>Let me get that.<</s>> She took the box from my hands. <<s Jasmin>>I think there's money on the floor there next to the couch.<</s>> She pointed me further in the house, and indeed the money her father left us was there, on the floor. I walked over, facing away from the delivery guy. This whole situation was straight out of a porn movie. I think I needed to keep at it. I bent over, allowing my skirt to hike up revealing the curve of my ass, as I took my time in fetching the money for the guy. Turning back around, I noticed him looking at me. And he was staring intently. I smiled to myself. I guess I am attractive enough in the right clothing! I went towards him, money in hand. Handed it over, pushing my breasts out seductively. He ate it all up. <<s Jasmin>>You'll find it all there. Ciao!<</s>> My friend closed the door next to her. The heat rose through me as I looked back at her. <<s Jasmin>>You looked so hot bent over.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know what came over me.<</s>> She looked at me intently. <<s Jasmin>>He was so ready to take you right there, he was devouring you with his eyes.<</s>> <<s Author>>Speaking of devouring...<</s>> I pointed to the pizza box <<s Jasmin>>Forget that, I'm too horny for this. Come, let's deal with this first.<</s>> She placed the box on the table, before heading to her room. <div id='choices2'><<if $open gte 35 or $arousal gte 80 or $subdom lte -20 or $bisex gte 15>><<link "I want to play with her">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I don't know if it was because I was horny, because I was too submissive to say no to her, or because I was actually interested in her, or a combination of the three. All I know is I listened to her invitation and joined her into her room, where the naughty <<light Jasmin>> had kneeled to reach a suitcase under her bed. Her shapely ass was completely revealed, the g-string she wore on display as she swung it from side to side, fetching the small suitcase, the skirt she wore doing nothing to cover her ass. //Is this how I looked when the delivery guy came over? No wonder I had that effect on him. No wonder this is the effect I am feeling myself!// She got the black suitcase out, and opened it. Inside, a collection of sex toys was on display. A vibrator, a few buttplugs, and... Two big black dildos. I was not surprised, rather quite excited for what awaited us. <<s Jasmin>>I need to be filled.<</s>> She announced, grabbing the smaller of the two and handing it to me. The other, bigger black cock in hand, she headed for the bed and laid down on it. I joined her, as we laid side by side, our legs opened and skirts immediately hiking up to our midriff. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>This is so hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>It is...<</s>> I rubbed the black cock against my pussy, teasing my entrance as I closed my eyes, imagining someone between my legs, rubbing their cock on me. <<s Jasmin>>Mmm... Jerome...<</s>> Imagining <<light Jerome>> between my legs. <<s Author>>Is it always Jerome?<</s>> I asked her, turning towards her. <<s Jasmin>>He's the greatest guy I've ever seen.<</s>> Her eyes lit up as she thought of her regular partner. <<s Author>>He doesn't strike me as too special...<</s>> I announced, still looking at her as the dildo drifted against my lips, my breath starting to catch. <<s Jasmin>>He is. He's mysterious, for sure, but he has such a dominant aura... His body...<</s>> I allowed myself to imagine what my friend did. His hard, strong body against mine... <<s Jasmin>>But sometimes, in rare moments, he opens up and shares more.<</s>> She elaborated, her thoughts carried with her insertion. She was fucking herself, officially, panties to the side and dildo burried in. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/toys-masturbation.jpg">> <<s Author>>Like when?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>When he's deep inside. When he had me under his control. When I'm good and obediant. He opens up.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>>'s words had a weird effect on me. The more I imained <<light Jerome>>, the more I wanted his cock inside me. And I pushed the one I had in hand inside. And I opened up to welcome <<light Jerome>>'s member. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah?<</s>> I needed to hear more, and I hoped that my few words would entice her to share so. <<s Jasmin>>That's the thing with someone as dominant as him, submissiveness is rewarded. He likes it when I'm a good girl. I...<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation2.jpg">> She caught her breath, hitting a particularly pleasureful spot. Then she continued. <<s Jasmin>>I like being a good girl for him. Helping him grow into the true character he can grow into. He wasn't always that good, you know...<</s>> She was reliving moments, reliving fantasies. <<s Jasmin>>I didn't see him like that before, but he recently... Changed... Revealed himself to me...<</s>> She moaned, <<s Jasmin>>It was at a party, one that I went to without my father's knowledge. I was lost, alone. He got closer.<</s>> I allowed my mind to drift, listen to the tale. <<s Jasmin>>He introduced himself as my savior. He used to be much more arrogant.<</s>> She recalled. <<s Jasmin>>Then he hooked his hand around me, and led me to dance. And we danced, his hands immediately drifting over my body. His strong body on mine.<</s>> <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation3.jpg">> The cock inside me reached further in, then out, then even deeper inside, then out... And I carried a beautiful rhythm as I listened to the tale. <<s Jasmin>>When my father called, he saw the name on the phone. My father's name on my phone is "Father". He saw it. He... He changed.<</s>> The memories she shared were vivid. She was lost in that moment, fucking herself on the cock in a slow, steady rhythm. <<s Jasmin>>He told me to take it. I didn't want to explain myself to my father. I hung up.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Then Jerome looked at me, weirded out by what I had done.<</s>> She continued, <<s Jasmin>>He scolded me for not answering. I told him I was having too much fun to be pestered by my father. He told me he'd kill to have a father to check up on him. I told him I'd do anything to have a father that is not such a loser. He asked me "anything?"<</s>> She talked quickly, her rhythm racing faster, as mine was. We were engaged, and I wanted to hear the rest of it. She moaned. I moaned too. <<s Author>>What did you say?<</s>> I asked, eager to know how they began, imagining myself in her place. <<s Jasmin>>I nodded. I told him yes. He grabbed me by the neck. Said "I'm your daddy tonight". I was his. He took me to the bedroom and fucked the living out of me. I was his since. I haven't felt anything like him. I never will.<</s>> Her voice rose with every thrust. She was growing closer and closer to her release. *Ring Ring* Startling the both of us as we reached higher and higher and closer and closer to an orgasm, her phone started ringing. It was on the bedside table next to me. I looked at it. It read "Father". It's like he's the constant cockblock... But I knew it would be wrong not to answer him, and even worse to answer him in the state we currently were in, two black cocks deep in our pussies. <<s Author>>It's your dad.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Let him go. We're having too much fun with Jerome.<</s>> She was still in her fantasy. What should I do? <div id='choices3'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Answer the phone">><<add "johntrust" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>The naughty thought formed in my mind. I felt like being naughty. I grabbed the phone, answered, and put it on loudspeaker, dropping it between the two of us. <<s John>>Hey Jasmin how's it going?<</s>> <<s Author>>Hello sir!<</s>> I pushed the cock in and out of me as I talked to my friend's father. My friend whose bigger dildo was still deep inside of. <<s John>>Where's Jasmin?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Right here, dad. Don't say anything bad, you're on loud-speaker!<</s>> She called out as she continued her motion, stiffling a moan. <<s John>>I would never. You girls are okay?<</s>> He asked, checking in. We were fucking ourselves with his daughter's dildos, getting close to a release. We were doing better than ok. <<s Jasmin>>We're doing great. Feeling quite... Full!<</s>> She lodged the cock deep inside as she said that, a shudder coursing through her body. Enticed, I did the same, unable to control the soft moan that escaped my lips. <<s John>>Oh what did you order? Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Author>>Mmm yeah, my belly just hurts a bit.<</s>> I called out. <<s Jasmin>>Here let me help.<</s>> She moved my hand aside and grabbed a hold of my dildo, controlling the cock's motions. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/dildo-insertion.jpg">> <<s Jasmin>>That's what you get for playing this naughty game.<</s>> She whispered in my other ear, her body now pressed on mine. <<s John>>It's nice of you to help your friend, Jasmin.<</s>> He was so stupid. <<s Author>>Mmm yeah, she's so helpful. Jasmin is amazing.<</s>> I moaned out, turned on by the whole situation, approaching orgasm. My hand drifted to her own pussy, playing with her clit in return. <<s Jasmin>>She's helping me too.<</s>> <<s John>>Helping you? How?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Mmm...<</s>> She moaned. <<s Jasmin>>Let's just say I'm not bored anymore.<</s>> She cryptically explained in between moans. We were both really close. <<s Jasmin>>I'll call you back dad. I'm about to finish.<</s>> She was about to hang up. <<s Author>>The movie!!<</s>> I moaned out right before she did, my lips attacking hers immediately after as I tried to silence the intense orgasm I was having, my fingers lodged deep inside her and rubbing strongly agaisnt her clit. I moaned and moaned into her lips, kissing her with abandon, feeling intense pleasure. And she moaned back, not quite there yet, but close enough. She smiled down at me as I started relaxing. <<s Jasmin>>You'll make such a good sister slut.<</s>> She announced, before moving towards the suitcase to grab her vibrator. <<s Jasmin>>Just gotta finish myself off. I can't wait for you to try some of the real deal.<</s>> //I couldn't wait to try it either.// She had her fun, bringing herself to an orgasm as I helped her by fucking her with the bigger dildo. I was just as entranced by her open climaxing mouth as I was by the big dildo that brought her that pleasure. I couldn't wait to see that face again, next time with a real cock involved. <<link "Call it a night" "Park">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Ignore it, I'm having too much fun!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "johntrust" 1>><<replace "#choices3">>I ignored the phone for a bit, still playing with myself. It kept ringing. *Ring ring* I turned to it and shut it off. <<s Author>>Oh shut up!<</s>> I exclaimed, still fucking myself roughly with the fake cock, wishing it was <<light Jerome>>'s. <<s Jasmin>>Good girl.<</s>> //Good girl. Just what he told her.// I shuddered, the words having a huge effect on me, making me more pliable, more accepting. Our opened legs were entertwined, hooked on top of each other's. I moaned louder and louder, my voice matched by my friend's. We were getting close. <<picmid "events/jasminevents/mutual-masturbation2.jpg">> *Ring ring* <<s Author>>Shut up!<</s>> I turned the phone off once more. <<light Jasmin>> chuckled. <<s Jasmin>>You're just like me. A bitch.<</s>> She pointed out. I moaned out loud as the orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, not quite expecting this sudden turn of events. She moaned and joined me, our legs pushing against each other as our mutual masturbation came to its glorious climax. We moaned out in relief, pleasured and happy. I felt my breath catch, still thinking of the naughty daddy <<light Jerome>> standing over us, cock still inside me. <<s Jasmin>>Can't wait for you to try some of the real deal.<</s>> //Can't wait to try it either.// <<link "Call it a night" "Park">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I want to play with her" "Not submissive, open, or horny enough for this.">><</if>> <<link "Better not engage">><<replace "#choices2">>Feeling that I need to put a limit of sorts to what was going on, I chose not to engage with her newest escalation, preferring to substract myself from this naughty activity she'd started engaging in. It was hot, just not for me. <<s Author>>I think I'll pass on that.<</s>> I announced, taking my seat next to the pizza box. She dejectedly shrugged before heading into her room, leaving me to my own thing as she searched for some pleasure of her own. <<light Jasmin>> was a naughty person alright, but I felt like joining in would take things too far... At least just yet... I let her do her thing as I started watching the Television and raising the volume to numb out the noise. Eventually, I preferred calling it a night and left her to her own devises when I noticed she didn't come out of her room. I guess she's had a good Saturday evening after all! <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>This is <<light Jasmin>>'s house. Time to hang out! <<link "back" "Management">><</link>><</if>>

<<silently>><<repeat 1s>><<updatemeter 'Jasmin Friendship' `$Jasmin / $maxjasmin`>><</repeat>><</silently>><<set $metjasminday to true>><<if $metJasmin is false>><<include "Jasmin First Meeting">><<else>><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/jasmin.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgjas2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Jasmin'' <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> BBC World: <<print $bbcworld>> <<showmeter 'Jasmin Friendship' `$Jasmin / $maxjasmin`>></center></p></div> <<if $jasminevent is 0>><<set $maxjasmin to 11>><<elseif $jasminevent is 1>><<set $maxjasmin to 21>><<elseif $jasminevent is 2>><<set $maxjasmin to 31>><<elseif $jasminevent is 3>><<set $maxjasmin to 41>><<elseif $jasminevent is 4>><<set $maxjasmin to 51>><<elseif $jasminevent is 5>><<set $maxjasmin to 61>><</if>>My friend <<light Jasmin>>, ever the confident, sultry character, greets me.<<if $Jasmin gte $maxjasmin>><<set $Jasmin to $maxjasmin>><br>My friendship with her has reached its peak, I need to do something special to evolve it now.<</if>> <div id="talking"><div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">''The Usual Stuff'': </div><div class="col-6">''One-Off Scenes'': </div></div> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>></div></center><</if>>

<<if $metJasmin is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Meeting Jasmin'>" "Jasmin First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 30 and $jasminevent is 2>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 30 - She wants to talk'>" "Jasmin Event 3">><<add "jasminevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 40 and $jasminevent is 3 and $jasminmessagepre != 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='She wants to talk'>" "Jasmin Pre-Vent 4">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 3>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 50 and $jasminevent is 4 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 50 - Let us see if she wants to hang out'>" "Jasmin Event 5 Transition">><</link>><<elseif $liked14 is true and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin BNWO Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk About the Posts'>" "Jasmin BNWO Talk">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin BNWO Talk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $AfricaInsta is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk About the BNWO'>" "Jasmin BNWO Real Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "AfricaInsta" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 25 and visited("Insta Jasmin 25") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='She is looking really good!'>" "Insta Jasmin 25">><<addtime>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><</link>><<elseif $jeromejasmin.has("DrugMoney LendPromise") and $money gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Give her the money promised'>" "Jasmin Event 5 Payment">><<less "money" 50>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<drop $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney LendPromise" 2>><<pickup $jeromejasmin "DrugMoney Lended" 1>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 2 and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin SUP Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Mention the SUP Interview'>" "Jasmin SUP Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin SUP Talk" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Propaganda") is 0 and $bbcworld gte 35 and $mediasavvy gte 45>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Angry at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Evolution Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Happy at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Success Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Jasmin Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about the HRC Posts'>" "HRC SM Jasmin Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Hangout with Jasmin'>" "School">><<add "Jasmin" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jasmin Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $Jasmin gte 10 and $jasminevent is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - To the Park!'>" "Jasmin Event 1">><<add "jasminevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Jasmin gte 40 and $jasminevent is 3 and $jasminmessagepre != 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='She wants to talk'>" "Jasmin Pre-Vent 4">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 3>><</link>><<elseif $liked14 is true and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin BNWO Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk About the Posts'>" "Jasmin BNWO Talk">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin BNWO Talk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $AfricaInsta is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk About the BNWO'>" "Jasmin BNWO Real Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "AfricaInsta" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $jeromejasmin.has("DrugMoney LendPromise") and $money gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Give her the money promised'>" "Jasmin Event 5 Payment">><<less "money" 50>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>><<elseif $class.count("University Prospects") is 2 and $friendsevents.count("Jasmin SUP Talk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Mention the SUP Interview'>" "Jasmin SUP Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jasmin SUP Talk" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Propaganda") is 0 and $bbcworld gte 35 and $mediasavvy gte 45>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Angry at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Evolution Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda is 10>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Happy at her phone'>" "Jasmin BNWO Success Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 10>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Jasmin Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about the HRC Posts'>" "HRC SM Jasmin Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='70px' title='Hangout with Jasmin'>" "Park">><<add "Jasmin" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jasmin Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> Hanging out with <<light Jasmin>> is always fun, and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished much, our friendship did benefit from our time together!

<center><img src='images/events/jasminevents/bnwo-sharing.jpg' width='70%'></center> <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin I don't quite understand why you shared this picture with me... What's the meaning of this exactly?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Look it'll take you a while to understand so please promise me you'lll simply ride the wave and see where it takes you? I promise it'll be worth it.<</s>> <<s Author>>But what does it have to do with what we were seeing in history class?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>History is doomed to repeat itself, unless we learn from it. These posts show you of current trends. You'll understand in time, <<print $name>>, trust me.<</s>> //Maybe she has a point... I guess I'll just keep seeing what she has shared with me for now...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<center><img src='images/social-media/bnwo.jpg' height='500em'></center> <<s Author>>This movement you were talking about is quite huge... You're right, the world is doing better by these marginalized communities<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>But...<</s>> <<s Author>>But it could do more.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'm glad you finally see things my way.<</s>> We smile at each other, two white sisters knowing of injustice in the world and knowing we had to fix it. <<s Jasmin>>Question is... What are you going to do about it?<</s>> //She's right... What can I do about it? I need to help raise awareness...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>I can't believe the amount of hateful comment people make under pictures promoting diversity and understanding!<</s>> My friend was rightfully angry, looking at her phone. <<s Author>>Is everything okay?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Look at this stupid white nationalist extremist fucking dumb fuck of a post.<</s>> My friend was truly furious. <<picmid "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/14.jpg">>Hateful rhetoric and extremist language was being used in this post from a white nationalist group, and my friend's anger was beyond normal... <<s Author>>That's a bit... Extreme.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Right?? And they say we're the extremists.<</s>> I thought of the situation for a moment... My friend was truly emotional about this, but what could the solution be? <div id='choices'><<link "Maybe we need to create propaganda of our own to fight against it.">><<set $bnwopropday to false>><<set $bnwopropaganda to 0>><<replace "#choices">>As I thought of a retaliation to such posts, I thought for a moment longer before speaking out with my idea. //What if I kept this a secret, and work on creating an account to promote diversity? I'd be able to post things that I feel like while also helping my friend's image of the world, and eventually surprise her with a good deed... Play the long game with her...// This idea would probably be a nice way to truly prolong my impact on my friend, should I go down my path... Quick satisfaction or a longer game? <div id='choices2'><<link "Keep it a secret">><<add "smarts" 1>><<pickup $blackonly "Propaganda Jasmin Unknown" 1 "BNWO Propaganda" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I preferred not to share my entire plan with her, knowing that it'll all eventually pay off much better. <<s Author>>I honestly believe that other accounts promoting true diversity will arise.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>I have faith they will.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I know... I follow a lot of them.<</s>> My friend admitted. <<s Author>>Then you know that this is but a fluke in the system, and soon, it will crack under the pressure.<</s>> I explained. <<s Jasmin>>I guess you're right.<</s>> <<s Author>>You'll only need to engage with the stuff you care for, show that there is support to them.<</s>> //And hopefully support me later.// My friend nodded her agreement. I smiled reassuringly at her. I might have not given her the solution, but I was leading her in the right direction. She'll appreciate my whole plan eventually. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Announce my plan">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<pickup $blackonly "Propaganda Jasmin Known" 1 "BNWO Propaganda" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<s Author>>Why don't we fight their propaganda with some of our own?<</s>> I asked her. <<s Jasmin>>What do you mean?<</s>> She asked me back. <<s Author>>I mean create content to support a more diverse world.<</s>> My friend's face lit up. <<s Jasmin>>That sounds like a great idea.<</s>> She admitted. <<s Jasmin>>I'll share stuff with you to use if that's what you want.<</s>> I smiled at her. <<s Author>>I wouldn't know where to start, your support would be essential.<</s>> I admitted. She was ready to help, and I knew we'd create something truly valuable, help build a new, better world. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I've got too much on my plate, better not bother.">><<less "Jasmin" 3>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "reputation" 2>><<replace "#choices">>I figured that issue was not one that I would want to get involved in, and made it clear that it was my thought: <<s Author>>These kind of people will always exist.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>I might be best to just ignore them and not engage with their content.<</s>> In my argument, I didn't quite reach the conclusion my friend expected of me, and she simply scoffed and walked away. <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Will block off any BNWO Posting Content">></div>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<if $blackonly.has("Propaganda Jasmin Known")>><<s Jasmin>>That's an amazing page, <<print $name>>!<</s>> My friend was ecstatic at the page I had created, giving close attention to the latest post I had made. <<s Jasmin>>Your posts are getting a whole lot of traction, I'm impressed!<</s>> She said, her smile wide. <<s Author>>It was my pleasure to learn more about the struggles of online trolling and to find the right arguments against it all.<</s>> I simply said. <<s Jasmin>>I'm grateful for you. And I'm sure this is only the start. Through your actions, the time will come for us to create a much better world.<</s>> I nodded, smiling more to myself than anything else. Indeed, a Better New World Order was in the making, and I was one of its biggest supporters!<<else>><<add "Jasmin" 10>><<s Jasmin>>Hey <<print $name>>!<</s>> My friend greeted me, her smile wide and beautiful. <<s Author>>Hey Jasmin! You're particularly happy today!<</s>> Indeed, she was basically radiating happiness. <<s Jasmin>>That's true. I'm just... Remember that post I showed you a long while ago?<</s>> Indeed, I knew exactly what my friend was happy about. I decided to play along for a bit. <<s Author>>What post are you talking about?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Here.<</s>> <<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/7.jpg" "Words have Power">> She showed me the post I had created. <<s Author>>Woah, that's a lot!<</s>> I said, almost smiling at the naughtiness of it all. <<s Jasmin>>No it isn't! It's an adequate response to these butthurt white bois and their dumb ideologies.<</s>> She said. <<s Author>>Who made that post?<</s>> I asked her, smiling at the whole situation. <<s Jasmin>>It's a relatively new page that hasn't been around for long, and has made a lot of very good progress!<</s>> She said, enthusiastic. <<s Author>>You seem to like their posts!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>They're my new favorite BNWO page!<</s>> Oh the beauty of this moment, my friend giving me this kind of praise even though she didn't know it. <<s Author>>Aww thank you, Jasmin!<</s>> I said, willing to drop the ruse. She looked at me confused. <<s Jasmin>>What for?<</s>> She asked. <<s Author>>The compliment, obviously!<</s>> I answered. <<s Jasmin>>What are- Hold on...<</s>> It took her a while to calm down from her ultimate excitement, my friend truly going all out on her enthusiastic jumping around. <<s Author>>Okay okay okay, calm down!<</s>> I said, laughing. <<s Jasmin>>It's a fucking! Huge surprise!!<</s>> She said, her excitement through the roof. <<s Author>>I figured you'd like it.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I do. And honestly, <<print $name>>... You've never been hotter.<</s>> Was she turned on by this? Fuck that's a naughty sentiment! <<s Author>>I'm only doing what I'm supposed to do.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>You're a true ally. Fuck you're part of the propaganda, I love it!<</s>> There was no doubt that my friend was particularly happy with this new revelation, and that with it, I'd have gained a huge amount of appreciation from her.<</if>> I wondered what the next steps may bring... <<dark "*" "End of content for this version">> <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>I have something weird to ask, but you're the only person who can help.<</s>> I looked at my friend, who immediately opened the subject that seemed to worry her. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>My father has an event on Saturday evening and he doesn't trust me to be home alone, he wanted me to ask one of my friends to join me.<</s>> She explained. <<if $johntrust gte 1>><<s Author>>And I don't know why, he trusts you.<</s>><</if>> My friend was in need. I couldn't deny her the help. <<s Author>>Count me in. Sleepover Saturday!<</s>> I was excited for the chance to hang out with my friend. <<s Jasmin>>I may have a surprise or two prepared.<</s>> Her naughty smile told me she indeed had something planned for the evening. If it was anything like what she mentioned last time, it was going to be an interresting evening for sure! <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>>

<<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> I got closer to my friend, wanting to talk to her about our latest classes and the whole SUP applications process. <<s Author>>I thought you and Jerome were going through a dry spell.<</s>> I commented immediately as I got near her. <<s Jasmin>>What are you talking about?<</s>> <<s Author>>The SUP application. Or did you think no one would notice?<</s>> I said, trying to tease her. She didn't take lightly to my playful approach. <<s Jasmin>>Look. You saw what that president spoke about this whole SUP philosophy. My only chance was to go in with Jerome.<</s>> My friend got defensive pretty quickly. <<s Author>>Hey no judgement here! How did it go?<</s>> I was genuinely curious about the event and how it progressed. <<s Jasmin>>I guess... I don't know.<</s>> <<s Author>>What do you mean you don't know? Did you get the invitation or not?<</s>> There was one answer to this, yet <<light Jasmin>> was hesitant to reveal it. <<s Jasmin>>I got the invitation.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's great then! It was a success!<</s>> I said, happy for her. She didn't share my happiness. <<s Jasmin>>But I'm not sure that's the path for me. It wasn't the smartest thing to do.<</s>> My friend talked worriedly. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I was getting more curious. <<s Jasmin>>I might've... Allowed Jerome to do too much.<</s>> She spoke in a hushed tone. <<s Author>>Did he do something against your will?<</s>> I was worried for my friend. She mitigated my concerns. <<s Jasmin>>No, not at all. I might've been too willing.<</s>> I didn't quite understand what she meant. She took a breath before asking a question of her own. <<s Jasmin>>Are you sure you want to see what it took for me to get accepted in the SUP?<</s>> She asked me. I didn't know what to expect from this, but I nodded. <<s Jasmin>>Okay. Here you go.<</s>> My friend said as she pulled out her phone and picked a picture from her gallery to show me. <<picmid "classes/sup-stuff/sup-jas-bj.jpg">> <<light Jasmin>>, on her knees, with a cock in her mouth. What the fuck was I seeing? <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>She did great">><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked with avid appreciation at what <<light Jasmin>> was showing me, halfway between jealous and impressed. <<s Author>>You did that... In front of the president?<</s>> I asked her, putting two and two together. <<light Jasmin>> couldn't find it in her to voice her agreement to my statement. She nodded her head. <<s Author>>That's fucking impressive!<</s>> I spoke out in praise, happy about her recent accomplishment. <<light Jasmin>> looked at me with a confused stare. <<s Author>>You went all out for this application, and it paid off! Whatever it took, you made it happen. And it wouldn't have been the first time you sucked <<light Jerome>> off, right?<</s>> I asked her, trying to convince her that she did the right thing. <<s Jasmin>>No it isn't.<</s>> She acquiesced. <<s Author>>Does it matter if you did it in front of someone else? You did the thing that you needed to in order to get the result that you needed to. I am proud of you.<</s>> I announced, placing my hand on her bakc in comfort. <<s Jasmin>>Thanks <<print $name>>.<</s>> She leaned into me, accepting my sideways hug, a smile creeping up on her face. //She definitely will not be able to stay away from <<light Jerome>> for long.// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>She did what she had to do">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I looked at the picture in front of me, slowly understanding the repercussions of this revelation. <<s Author>>Did this happen in front of the president?<</s>> I asked her, intrigued. <<light Jasmin>> could only nod, unable to say out loud the truth. I turned to her and hugged her. <<s Author>>You did what you needed to do in order to secure your future.<</s>> I said, holding my friend in my arms as she slowly leaned into the kiss. <<s Jasmin>>It doesn't feel so good though.<</s>> I took a moment to accept her feelings, before giving her a different perspective. <<s Author>>You have been accepted in a university in Sweden for sucking a cock. You can finally be away from your father like you always hoped to.<</s>> I said confidently. <<s Jasmin>>Now that you say it like that...<</s>> My friend took that new piece of information in, now a bit more appreciative of all the facts. <<s Jasmin>>It might've been a good thing.<</s>> She smiled as she separated from the hug. //My friend deserves good things. And maybe she has to go through trouble before she was able to get them...// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Put this away!">><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I immediately put the phone away as I raised my voice. <<s Author>>Please put that away!<</s>> I begged my friend, as she followed my request. <<s Jasmin>>Sorry.<</s>> I was quick to answer. <<s Author>>No, I'm sorry you had to do that. It's so bad!<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Hey there's no need to be this harsh about it!<</s>> My friend spoke worriedly. <<s Author>>Excuse me, but there's something seriously wrong with the fact that this picture was even taken. You're not an object.<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> looked at me incredulously. <<s Jasmin>>I don't know. That's what it took to get into the SUP.<</s>> She said frustratingly. <<s Author>>It never should have been.<</s>> I said while placing my hand on her shoulder to offer her comfort. <<light Jasmin>> leaned in for a hug, that I reciprocated. <<s Jasmin>>I still did it. It feels like you're judging me.<</s>> She said, hesitantly holding my body against hers. <<s Author>>I'm not sure. I want what's best for you.<</s>> I admitted, sad for my friend. //Why did she feel compelled to listen to that brute in there? Why wasn't I present to help her?// <<link "Move along" $return>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/jasmin.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgjas2"></p><p class="img__description"> <center>''Jasmin'' <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> BBC World: <<print $bbcworld>> Jasmin Event: <<print $jasminevent>> <<showmeter 'Jasmin Friendship' `$Jasmin / $maxjasmin`>></center></p></div></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<if $jasminavoid is true>>I have chosen to avoid <<light Jasmin>>'s content for this game.<<else>><<light Jasmin>> is a close friend that has always been vocal about Human Rights and Equality. Her father is quite demanding, having lost his wife a long time ago. She's involved with <<light Jerome>>, though I am not sure whether they are dating or it's something else. <<if $jasminevent gte 2>>While she was grounded, I visited her at home and spent time with her; where she proposed that I join her relationship and what she has with <<light Jerome>>. I met her father there, who asked me to keep an eye on her.<br><<elseif $jasminevent gte 1>>I recently hung out with her after school at a park, where we talked about her activism. She portrays confidence, but needs reassuring herself.<br><</if>><<if visited("BLM") is 1>>I understand <<light Jasmin>>'s relation with <<light Jerome>> a bit better, but am stunned that they'd involve me the way they have.<br><<elseif visited("BLM") is 2>>We have created a video to promote the BLM movement as part of the HRC's activism.<br><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>>I have joined her Human Rights Club, where we organize and participate in events that promote justice and equality.<br><</if>><<if $metJasmin is false>>It's been a while since I saw <<light Jasmin>>. I should check up on her at school.<</if>><</if>> <div id='info'></div></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Jasmin>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management">''Milestones'': <<if $jasminevent gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $jasminevent is 0 and $Jasmin gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Meet her at school.">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $jasminmessagepre is 2>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Visit her home through the park">><<elseif $jasminevent is 1 and $Jasmin gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Send her a message from home">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $jasminevent is 2 and $Jasmin gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Meet Jasmin at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $jasminmessagepost is 3>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Visit Jasmin's house in the evening">><<elseif $jasminmessagepre is 3>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Wait till Saturday">><<elseif $jasminevent is 3 and $Jasmin gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Meet Jasmin at school (make sure sub is more than 20 or open is higher than 35 for the best outcomes)">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 5>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $jasminevent is 4 and $Jasmin gte 50>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Meet Jasmin at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $jasminevent gte 6>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $jasminevent is 5 and $Jasmin gte 60>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Meet her at the park">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Improve the friendship">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("JeromeJasmin") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("History of Africa") is 0>><<dark "☐" "History of Africa Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "History of Africa Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Literary Influences") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Literary Influences Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Literary Influences Class - Finished">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if $AfricaInsta gte 10>><<dark "☑" "BNWO Insta - All Content Seen">><<elseif $AfricaInsta gte 9>><<dark "☐" "Talk to her about it at school">><<elseif $AfricaInsta gte 1>><<dark "☐" "Keep seeing stuff she sends on Instagram">><<elseif visited("History of Africa") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Keep going to class.">><<elseif $AfricaInsta is 0>><<dark "■" "I have denied her Insta BNWO Content">><</if>> <<if $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☑" "HRC Content - Unlocked">><<if visited("HRCMall") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC Mall Event - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Mall Event - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("HRC") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "HRC Introductory Sessions - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Introductory Sessions - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("BLM") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 1 - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 1 - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("BLM") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 2 - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 2 - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("HRC BLM Jail") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 3 - Finished">><<elseif visited("BLM") gte 3>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 3 - Jasmin will pick me up at home on Sunday">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 3 - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LGBT") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 1 - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 1 - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LGBT") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 2 - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 2 - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LGBT") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 3 - Finished">><<else>><<dark "■" "HRC LGBT Event 3 - Not Written Yet">><</if>><<elseif $club.has('HRC Denied')>><<dark "■" "HRC Content - Locked">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<dark "☐" "History Project - still unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center>

<<link "go back" "Mall">><</link>>

<<if $jasminmessage is 0>>There are no messages from<<light Jasmin>>right now. <<link "go back" "Messages">><</link>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 1>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 1>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Jasmin>><<them>>Beautiful Sunday! Are you excited for today?<</them>><<mecon>>Today?<</mecon>><<me>>What's today?<</me>><<them>>The HRC rally, duh! Don't tell me you forgot!! We gotta be at the mall in time come on <<print $name>>!<</them>><<me>>I'm joking, I'm joking! I'll see you there!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 2>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Jasmin>><<me>>Hey <<light Jasmin>> hope all is well?<</me>><<them>>It's fine.<</them>><<me>>Is everything okay? You seem off...<</me>><<them>>I'm grounded.<</them>><<me>>Shoot! Here I was hoping we'd get to spend some time together.<</me>><<them>>That's sweet. I wish I could but my father isn't allowing me to leave the house.<</them>><<me>>Oh that's unfortunate...<</me>><<them>>How about you come?<</them>><<me>>Is that allowed?<</me>><<themcon>>What is he going to do?<</themcon>><<them>>Kick you out?<</them>><<me>>Idk abt that...<</me>><<themcon>>Come on! Please??<</themcon>><<them>>I'm in desperate need of fun times!<</them>><div id="choices"><<link "Go over">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 2>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Alright, count me in!<</me>><<them>>Yayyy!! That'll teach him!<</them>><<me>>Oh boy what am I getting myself into?<</me>><<them>>Don't worry, it'll be fine!<</them>><<me>>Yeah right!<</me>><<them>>You can reach me through <<link "the park" "Park">><</link>>. See you soon!<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Maybe another time">><<set $jasminmessagepre to 2>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I'm not sure now is a good time...<</me>><<them>>I understand. Worth the shot.<</them>><<me>>But I promise I'll visit another time!<</me>><<them>>What, are you hoping I stay grounded? :P<</them>><<me>>Hah! Yeah sure.<</me>><<themcon>>Rude!<</themcon>><<them>>Come over anytime. You can reach me through the park.<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 3>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 0>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 3>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Jasmin>><<them>>Hey friend! Still in for tonight right?<</them>><<me>>Sure, what time can I come over?<</me>><<them>>In the evening, anytime after 5PM.<</them>><<me>>I'll see you then!<</me>><<them>>See you!<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 4>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<messaging Jasmin>><<themcon>>Her friend.<</themcon>><<them>>My father told me about the project meeting I had with Mr. Oliver... Thanks for having my back.<</them>><<me>>Don't mention it babe. I hope you had a good time.<</me>><<them>>Always do around him!<</them>><<me>>I'm sure you do!<</me>><<them>>I should be doing more to thank you...<</them>><<me>>Like what?<</me>><<themcon>>How about this?<</themcon>><<them>><video loop autoplay src="images/events/jasminevents/jerome-hj.mp4" max-width="80%"/><</them>><<me>>Jasmin!<</me>><<them>>You're welcome.<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 5>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<messaging Jasmin>><<them>>How dare you???<</them>><<me>>Sorry?<</me>><<themcon>>My father told me he knows about <<light Jerome>>.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Told me you told him.<</themcon>><<themcon>>I trusted you.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Seriously, that was really fucking stupid of you.<</themcon>><<them>>I thought we were better friends than that.<</them>>//Jasmin left the convo//<</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 6>><<messaging Jasmin>><<them>>What a party!<</them>><<me>><<light Jasmin>>... It's really early.<</me>><<them>>Nah it isn't! Go like my newest post!<</them>><<me>>Seriously, now?<</me>><<them>>Yeah! Don't forget to comment too!<</them>><<me>>I can't believe you.<</me>><</messaging>> The crazy girl seriously wanted me to check her <<link "instagram">><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta NYE").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> right now...<<elseif $jasminmessage is 7>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Jasmin>><<if $social.has("Jasmin30 Option")>><<themcon>><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic2.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<themcon>><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic4.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<themcon>><img src='images/events/jasminevents/event3-pic6.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<themcon>>As requested, here's your pics babe!<</themcon>><</if>><<them>>By the way, he's given me his impression on the pic!<</them>><<me>>What did he say?<</me>><<them>>Well... He liked the pic, but he did say something that caught me offguard...<</them>><<me>>What was that? My feet are too big?<</me>><<them>>No no nothing about your body, obviously you're perfect.<</them>><<me>>What is it then?<</me>><<them>>He claims you're inexperienced. Have you ever seen like hardcore porn?<</them>><<me>>I mean, I've seen porn a few times, sure.<</me>><<them>>No no, hardcore porn.<</them>><<me>>Well, yeah I've seen cocks.<</me>><<themcon>>Okay okay.<</themcon>><<them>>How about a task instead.<</them>><<mecon>>A task?<</mecon>><<me>>What do you mean?<</me>><<them>>Go follow this <<link "link">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Porn Threesome").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>. And talk to me once you've enjoyed this kind of content more than three times. Then I'll know you're serious.<</them>><<me>>Okay. I'll check it out.<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $jasminmessage is 8>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<messaging Jasmin>><<themcon>>Fucking butthurt white boys!<</themcon>><<them>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/13.jpg">><</them>><<me>>What?<</me>><<them>>They're so fucking stupid, I hate them!<</them>><<me>>Jasmin what's happening?<</me>><<themcon>>Stupidity, that's what's happening!<</themcon>><<themcon>>Why can't they be more accepting??<</themcon>><<themcon>>Like them:<</themcon>><<them>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/10.jpg">><</them>><<mecon>>I truly don't know...<</mecon>><<me>>Don't worry thought, it will all be okay.<</me>><</messaging>> This was an opportunity for me to use these posts to my advantage... Let's see what <<link "they're about">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda Inspo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>.<<else>>No content! A bug must've happened. <<link "Debug">><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<set $jasminmessgepre to 0>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 0>><</link>><<dark "Warning" "Debugging might cause issues in missing content somehow.">><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>> My friend was sitting on one of the park benches, watching people around him. I had the chance to be approaching from behind, and he didn't notice my approach. I got close to him, and simply lowered myself to right behind his back. It took him a few moments to realize that there was something wrong, quickly turning around in fear. I laughed at his reaction. <<s Leo>><<print $name>> you're crazy!<</s>> He said to me as he tried to catch his breath. <<s Author>>Hey it's your fault for not noticing until it's too late!<</s>> I said, nowing full well it wasn't. <<s Leo>>I don't have eyes on the back of my head.<</s>> He claimed. <<s Author>>They'd help you a lot, gawking at people.<</s>> I said to him. <<s Leo>>What can I say... I like observing strangers.<</s>> <<s Author>>Bug on the wall.<</s>> He smiled. <div id='choices'><<link "Not story-worthy. He needs to get out of his shell.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have yet to read the story of the bug on the wall.<</s>> I said to him, <<s Author>>You're worthy of a book of your own, not a side character in another's story.<</s>> I said. <<s Leo>>There's countless books and movies about the hero white man. I'm sick of those. The world is bored with them.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm quite sure that you story would not follow a predictable arc, Leo.<</s>> I said back, believing my words fully. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "He'll know when things go wrong before they get there.">><<add "Leo" 4>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You observing people will put you at an advantage, I have to say.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I can learn from other people's mistakes, not do them myself.<</s>> <<s Author>>Staying to the sidelines might get boring.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I bide my time.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't wait too long. We need you around.<</s>> I said back to him. //<<light Leo>> has an interesting path, should he decide to start his jouney. Maybe for now he better watch?// <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id="continue"><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<s Author>>Hey friend! How's it going?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>! All is well. I guess...<</s>> <<s Author>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah yeah... I mean I don't have anything going for me but it's going okay I guess.<</s>> <<s Author>>Okay we definitely need to hang out now. Come on, let's go.<</s>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<s Author>>So what's up with you?<</s>> We were walking along the streets of our town in tandem, conversing as we moved along the beautiful architectural scenery, taking in the little amount of sun that we could in this season. <<s Leo>>I'm not entirely sure... Everything is a blur, and I honestly don't have much to count on.<</s>> <<s Author>>You know you can trust me. Talk to me.<</s>> He seemed honestly confused, something weighing heavy on his mind as he struggled to make sense of the things that were happening to him it seemed. <<s Leo>>I'm not sure where I'm headed in life. Everyone else is almost certain of what universities they're applying for and where life is taking them, and I am stuck here with a cheating mom, unable to get anything going for me that would help me with my future.<</s>> Something rang differently to me in his whole speech. <<s Author>>What do you mean, cheating mom?<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's all you care for in what I said?<</s>> <<s Author>>No it isn't, I'm sorry.<</s>> //How can I make him feel better about himself?// <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>You're unique, and you should follow that path. That's what will help you most.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, Leo, universities also care about your story. About who you are. And who you are is someone unique, capable of amazing things with a deeper meaning that you or anyone else give you credit for.<</s>> His emotions evident, I can see a smile start to form on his face. <<s Leo>>You really mean that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes I do. Despite what anyone else tries to say about you, I know that you're on a beautiful path and I am excited to see the direction in which you're headed. That's why I really believe in you and your potential. You are great and I am sure you will achieve great things in your life.<</s>> I don't know why I felt compelled to keep talking, to give him the confidence boost he definitely needed. Something about the way he portrays himself tells me he shouldn't care about what people think, and seeing him in that state of mind just felt wrong. <<s Author>>You're growing into such a beautiful thing, and it's a joy to see. Just keep going in that direction!<</s>> Supporting him through that, I keep walking alongside my friend across the beautiful winding streets, another topic burning in my mind. <<link "Continue" "LeoEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>I'm in the same boat as you are.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Look I really understand where you're coming from. I'm in the same boat as you are.<</s>> I tell him, bearing my emotions to him as he has with me. <<s Author>>I really don't know what tomorrow might hold, and every day something new happens. I sometimes feel as if even in my conversations with people I am making the wrong choices you know! It's difficult to really know right from wrong, so I totally get your confusion, and the more things evolve the more complicated they're going to be.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Exactly. It's like whatever you do you're doing something wrong, and doom is right around the corner.<</s>> <<s Author>>But we shouldn't let our fear of striking out keep us from playing the game you know...<</s>> I look at him, him looking back at me. There is some sort of understanding. <<s Leo>>You also shouldn't let your forgetting about the game keep you from playing... The Game.<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh screw you!<</s>> I give him a playful slap on the shoulder, walking alongside my friend across the beautiful winding streets, another topic burning in my mind. <<link "Continue" "LeoEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>It's never too late to redefine yourself.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey at least you know something is wrong and can work towards fixing it!<</s>> <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean it's never too late to redefine yourself and find what makes you tick, what really makes you the best version of yourself despite the challenges you might face...<</s>> <<s Leo>>You know what, you're right!<</s>> <<s Author>>Hell yeah I am! Your worth is not defined by whatever people think or feel about you, you're the one who chooses what your life will look like and works towards it. Eventually, with enough work, you'll find what you need and people will naturally gravitate towards you!<</s>> He smiles, taking my words as divine teaching, eager to accept them as truth. Supporting him through that, I keep walking alongside my friend across the beautiful winding streets, another topic burning in my mind. <<link "Continue" "LeoEvent1">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Continuing our way down the breathtaking scenery, I feel the nagging of the question on the back of my mind demanding an answer to it, asking to be satisfied: <<s Author>>I know it might be a challenging topic to broach, but I do feel like it would help you to talk about it... You mentioned something about cheating?<</s>> I was trying to be calm about it, reaching out to a friend in need. <<s Leo>>Yeah... It's fresh still, but I found out like a few days ago and don't know how to deal with the whole thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>Do you wanna talk about it?<</s>> <<s Leo>> I'm not sure I know everything there is about it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey as you wish, but know I am here for you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I just don't understand why she would do something like this? I know my dad isn't around that often and like not the strongest man out there but like... Why would she ask for these pics you know?<</s>> There seemed to be a lot on his mind. Obviously it wasn't enough that he was going through all these things at school and for his future, but even at home things weren't that calm it seemed. <<s Leo>>It's unimportant for now. I'm sure she'll come to her senses and stop it soon.<</s>> Even if he was saying it, his tone suggested he wasn't as hopeful as he'd have liked to be. Unable to further aid him at the moment, we eventually each go our separate way, deciding to call it a day. //Poor guy... I hope things will look up for him...// <<link "Go home" "Management">><</link>> <</if>>

<div id="continue"><<pichead "locations/toilet.jpg" "At the women's bathrooms">> <<s Author>>Leo? Is everything okay?<</s>> I had followed him into the toilets, which were thankfully empty. Their cries were heard across the stalls and their whole mood seemed downtrodden, uncontrolled. They didn't seem to have heard me. I decided to repeat myself: <<s Author>>Leo?? Are you okay?<</s>> His cries slowing just a bit, he called out: <<s Leo>><<print name>>? Eum yeah yeah all is - ok.<</s>> Yet he continued his sniffles, attempting - and somehow failing - to control themselves. I gave him a small moment, before talking again. <<s Author>>There's no shame about sharing with friends. I'm here for you Leo.<</s>> <<s Leo>>No seriously, I'm fine.<</s>> His sniffles told another story. <<s Author>>I understand.<</s>> I took a breath. <<s Author>>Take your time in there, I'll make sure noone bothers you.<</s>> I started heading out of the place, intending to stand guard in front of it for my friend to finish his thing. He called out just before I reached the door. <<s Leo>>Can you- <<print $name>> can you pass me some tissue papers? There are none in this stall.<</s>> His voice, soft, was pleading. I helped my friend. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "events/leoevents/toilet-convo.jpg" "Stall Conversation">>I was seated on the adjacent stall's toilet seat, having passed the tissue paper to my friend from under the stall. The silence was broken in short intervals as <<light Leo>> was sniffing, trying to control his tears. I sat there, listening, calm. <<s Leo>>You're still here?<</s>> He asked, his voice betraying deep emotions. <<s Author>>You're my friend, Leo. Where else would I be?<</s>> I replied with a compassionate tone, not before switching tacts: <<s Author>>You do know that you're in the women's bathroom, right?<</s>> A small silence finds place, before my friend speaks out again: <<s Leo>>The stalls are much cleaner...<</s>> I give a small shuckle, imitated by my next-stall friend. <<s Author>>I can only imagine what you look like.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You don't want to see!<</s>> He quips. For a moment, all one could hear is our laughter softly filling the deserted bathroom. <<s Author>>So what's got you like this?<</s>> I kept silent, waiting for his answer. <<s Leo>>They were making fun of the new guy. I stood up to them.<</s>> <<light Leo>> was never the kind to stand up to people or to put himself in danger. The social butterfly doesn't want to stand aside anymore it seems... <<s Author>>Seriously?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know you're expecting something bigger, but I just... I couldn't stay calm and they were really inconsiderate.<</s>> <<s Author>>Leo that's amazing, you're amazing. What happened after?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Well, once you get in their face they become even more aggressive I guess. <<if $leoworkout gte 5>>They tried to shove me back, but I stood my ground. I couldn't let them get to the guy... So they called me names, resorted to tricks and kicked me... There...<<else>>I tried to stand my ground but they just pushed me down. Called me names. I don't know why they just kept going... One of them kicked me in the nuts.<</if>><</s>> Hearing my friend recall this encounter, I felt really bad for him. <<s Author>>Leo I'm so sorry... You did the right thing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>It doesn't feel like the right thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>There's easy and there's right.<</s>> Silence. <<s Author>>Will you come out so I can see you, help you get better?<</s>> Another silence. A sigh. He's standing and opening his door. I leave my own stall. <<picmid "events/leoevents/crying.jpg">> Walking out from his stall, I can see his red eyes, tears dried but some still hanging on his face. He looks like a wreck honestly. <<s Author>>You look great.<</s>> I joke, eliciting a laugh from my friend. <<s Author>>Come on, let's get you sorted.<</s>> His sweet smile carries as I help him fix himself in front of the mirrors, aiding him in his plight. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Isn't this fun?">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Commenting on the whole fixing ourselves thing, I point out: <<s Author>>Isn't this fun?<</s>> He looks at me, smiles sweetly. <<s Leo>>Yeah it is. Your mirrors are different.<</s>> He comments. <<s Author>>Different?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Yeah, bigger, cleaner.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah they're essential for us to fix ourselves.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Especially after boys make you cry.<</s>> I look at him. Smile. <<s Author>>Yeah. Exactly. Fuck men.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Amen, sister!<</s>> He laughs. A short while later, I head out, and seeing the coast is clear, call him out as well. We separate. //Poor guy. I better make sure he's okay once I'm back home.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<if $leomessage is 0>><<set $leomessage to 4>><</if>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "No big comment">><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to make things any more awkward than they might feel to him, I kept my cool and bit my tongue. Time passed slowly as I aided him and fixed his clothing, showing him confidence in my eyes. <<s Leo>>Thanks, <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's gonna be okay.<</s>> Shortly thereafter, I head out, and seeing that the coast is clear, call him out as well. We each go our separate way. //Poor guy. I better make sure he's okay once I'm back home.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<if $leomessage is 0>><<set $leomessage to 4>><</if>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'>You did the manly thing.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>You did the right choice, Leo. The manly thing.<</s>> I tell him, looking to instill him with confidence. He doesn't seem as certain of it as I am. <<s Leo>>Doesn't feel like it, here I am tail between the legs in the women's bathroom.<</s>> <<s Author>>Who cares? I certainly don't!<</s>> I am quick to reply, wanting to nip it in the bud. <<s Author>>You did something even the manliest men would be scared to do. It wasn't about being outnumbered or being stronger, it was about the right thing. And that's what you did, regardless of the consequence.<</s>> I was certain of my statement, and needed him to be so too. He looked at me with clear calculations taking place in his eyes, before giving a smile and nod. I smiled back, confident my mission had been accomplished. <<s Author>>Come on, let's get you out of here, man.<</s>> I laugh at him, heading out to make sure the coast is clear. Seeing no one outside, I called him out. We share a warm embrace then each head our own way. //Poor guy. I better make sure he's okay once I'm back home.// <<link "Leave" "School">><<if $leomessage is 0>><<set $leomessage to 4>><</if>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "events/leoevents/themother-25-0.jpg">> There was something oddly alluring about the lady that I saw. Something oddly familiar. I couldn't deny that she was attractive, a hot woman who knew what she was and wore attractive clothing, enhancing her assets. Uncaring about the looks she was receiving, she was working out right there, in public. <<picmid "events/leoevents/themother-25-2.jpg">> And my eyes kept going back to her, to her amazing physique. I could only hope to be as attractive as she was at her age. What awesome genes she must have. And that's when it hit me. I remembered where I saw that lady. <<s Maria>><<print $name>>? Is that you?<</s>> She asked me, noticing my stares. <<s Maria>>My how you've grown!<</s>> <<s Author>>Hello miss Maria.<</s>> My friend <<light Leo>>'s mother was extremely attractive, and everything <<light Leo>> had been telling me about her activities and the way his parents had been arguing with one another came rushing back to the forefront of my mind. She was attractive, she knew it, and she revelled in that fact. <<s Maria>>My my how you've grown! You're one attractive young lady!<</s>> She praised me. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>You're the one that's attractive, Maria. You look awesome!<</s>> <<s Maria>>Oh sorry dear, I don't swing that way!<</s>> She was quick to answer playfully. I was stunned. <<s Author>>Oh sorry, I didn't mean-<</s>> Her laugh was high-pitched, loud. <<s Maria>>Oh dear I'm joking! It's nice to see I still have that effect on people like you!<</s>> She continued laughing, as I tried to deal with the blush of my cheeks. <<s Maria>>Thanks for the compliment dear. It actually means something coming from you, unlike all those predatory men.<</s>> She said, smiling at me. She was hot, and dressed like it, what did she expect. <<picmid "events/leoevents/themother-25-1.jpg">> <<s Maria>>How come we don't see you as much anymore?<</s>> She asked, changing the subject for both of our sakes. <<s Author>>I don't know really.<</s>> <<s Maria>>I sure hope you're still friends with my Leo!<</s>> <<s Author>>We definitely are. He's awesome.<</s>> I said with honesty. Her bubbly, joyful personality shifted for a short moment. <<s Maria>>I'll need to go shortly, but I'd love to ask.<</s>> She moved closer. <<s Maria>>How is he, recently? He's all out of sorts around his father and I...<</s>> I looked at her, not quite knowing what was the right answer to her question. <<light Leo>> would no doubt want me to be diplomatic, not reveal anything of my knowledge. But maybe sharing his worries with her might help appease them, make him more relaxed, approachable... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>It's been hard on him...">><<less "alphabeta" 2>><<less "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I have to admit, it's been hard on him.<</s>> I said to her. Her face turned emotional as she took in what I had to say, intently listening to my words. <<s Author>>But he's been working through it... The best he can.<</s>> I explained. She seemed thoughtful for a moment. <<s Maria>>Thanks, <<print $name>>... I'll do my best not to burden him even more than we already have.<</s>> I nodded at her, giving her a soft smile, before moving away. That woman was extremely attractive, and was gathering stares, and it's been impacting my friend. How much can she control her actions? As a hot piece of ass, she's an incredible role-model... As a mother? <<light Leo>> could answer that question. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>He's never been better!">><<add "alphabeta" 2>><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>He's never been better!<</s>> I claimed, lying through my teeth, understanding that he had to fake it till he made it. <<s Maria>>Oh that's a relief to hear!<</s>> She said, indeed taking a big breath, <<s Maria>>I was worried that what was happening between his dad and I would be having some sort of negative effect on him., good to hear that he's been strong.<</s>> She smiled wide, and moved back to her workout, now less apprehensive of the stares she continued receiving. While <<light Leo>> had shared some trouble dealing with his parents' antics, it was not my place to share that information with his promiscuous mother. She was an attractive piece of ass, but that didn't mean that <<light Leo>> had to worry about it all the time. Fake it till you make it, right? <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/gym.jpg">> Having finished our workout for today, I found it weird when I saw <<light Leo>> remained there, approaching me to talk. <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>> do you feel like... hanging out at my place?<</s>> He spoke hesitantly. There was a reason behind his disjointed speech pattern but I had no clue what it was. <<s Author>>Sure sure. Is everything okay?<</s>> I asked him, intrigued. My friend nodded softly. <<s Leo>>Yeah yeah. I just feel better when I'm with you.<</s>> He spoke with honesty. The statement hit me right in the feels, and I was flattered by it. <<light Leo>> and I have been growing closer with time, and it was such a beautiful feeling seeing his trust in me grow. He was going through hardship, and he trusted me to be his companion in these trying times. <<s Author>>It would be my pleasure to spend time with you Leo. You make me feel better about myself too.<</s>> I announced, smiling at him, as we headed on our way to his place. <<link "Let's go to his house" "Leo Event 3">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/leo-lr.jpg">> I made my way into my friend's house, immediately greeted by his parents's voice that rose in argument. <<s Jasmin>>How many times do I have to tell you, it's for work. It's a work trip!<</s>> <<s Eric>>Your boss has always been so keen on having you go with him to these destinations.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh come on! Don't act like you've got it all figured out! The agreement wouldn't change despite what we-<</s>> <<light Leo>>, in his embarrasment, shut the door behind us with a loud bang. <<s Leo>>Mom, dad! I'm home! <<print $name>> is also here with me!<</s>> Silence dropped on the space like a bag of bricks, heavy and all at once, before I saw them both make their way out of what was potentially the kitchen. <<pic Maria>>Leo's mother<</pic>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh <<print $name>>! It's so nice to have you with us!<</s>> His mother was quick to approach me, hugging me with a confidence that takes years to learn. <<pic Paul>>Leo's father<</pic>> <<s Eric>>Hello <<print $name>>.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s mom quickly turned to my friend. <<s Jasmin>>You didn't tell me we'd have visitors today!<</s>> She raised with a raised brow. <<s Leo>>Oh yeah no... It was a last minute thing.<</s>> <<s Author>>I just miss the days where I'd come over and hang out with my friend.<</s>> I bailed him out. <<s Author>>And we figured there'd be no better time like the present.<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>Oh for sure! It's just that we had nothing prepared for lunch.<</s>> His mother spoke. <<s Leo>>No really you don't have to-<</s>> A small argument of courtesy followed, each trying to shime in with their own two cents on the subject. <<s Jasmin>>No no it cannot happen. Paul here will go out and get us some food it's all good.<</s>> She said decisively by the end of it all, VETO made. <<s Leo>>Let's just head up to my room.<</s>> My friend wanted that whole awkward situation over with. <<link "Go to his room" "Leo Event 3">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<picmid "classes/music-project/leo-onbed2.jpg">> We laid around, lazing as we simply rested on my friend's bed after our heavy workout. <<s Leo>>It's not usually this calm here.<</s>> My friend stated, taking a deep breath. <<s Author>>I can imagine.<</s>> I said, our arrival still fresh in my mind. His parents were loud. <<s Leo>>Sorry for the fighting.<</s>> My friend spoke, apologizing on their behalf. <<s Author>>Why should you be sorry? It's not your fault.<</s>> I said feeling bad for him. <<s Leo>>Maybe it is, I don't know.<</s>> His doubts resurfaced. The friend who showed confidence in our friendship was not there, what I found in front of me was a scared person who carried a weight that was bigger than him. <<s Author>>Hey you need to go beyond that self-loathing.<</s>> I told him, moving closer and placing my head on his chest. <<s Leo>>I don't know. I hate myself too much for it to be fine with me.<</s>> He spoke in an honest manner, before realizing what he'd said. <<s Leo>>Sorry. I didn't mean that.<</s>> I looked up at him. <<s Author>>I cannot allow you to talk like that about yourself. You're my close friend and anyone saying that shit about you will have to face my wrath.<</s>> My friend looked at me, emotions bubbling behind his eyes. I hit him right in the belly, eliciting a grunt of pain from him. <<s Author>>Listen here you little shit. Don't you dare talk like that about my Leo, okay?<</s>> I threatened him. He looked at me in confused stupor. <<s Leo>>I- I didn't mean it!<</s>> <<s Author>>It's okay, neither did I.<</s>> I said to him, rubbing his belly where I'd hit him. <<s Leo>>You're crazy!<</s>> <<s Author>>A bit early for you to find out!<</s>> I teased him. <<s Author>>Unfortunately you are trapped here with me!<</s>> I turned towards him, kneeling on the bed and ready to pounce. My friend was quick to be on high alert. I grabbed a pillow. He grabbed another. We sized each other up. Time stood still... <<picmid "events/leoevents/pyjamatrying.jpg">> Our pillow fight was legendary, blow for blow being traded in quick succession. But a worrying image flashed through my head. Not really worrying, but unusual more like... That distraction was just enough for him to get the upper hand and land on top of me, his body holding mine down. <<s Leo>>Distracted much?<</s>> He teased me about it. I looked at him. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I just imagined you in feminine underwear.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I just imagined you in panties.<</s>> I said honestly, putting him in a weird disadvantage as he dealt with that information.<<if visited("LW Lockers") is 1 and $alphabeta lte -10>><br>Wouldn't be that far off the truth though, I had seen him in them.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Seriously?<</s>> My friend was confused, and I used that distraction to my advantage. <<s Author>>Yeah, you looked cute in my mind.<</s>> I announced, pouncing on him and sitting on top of him across the chest. He gave a yelp of surprise, as my hands drifted to his nipples to pinch them slightly. <<s Leo>>Ouch!<</s>> He exclaimed. <<s Author>>Ouch indeed, sensitive nipples much?<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>Oh come on that's normal!<</s>> He said defensively, distracted from physically saving himself. <<s Author>>Of course it is!<</s>> I teased him as I continued playing with them. He continued whimpering underneath me, non-commital in trying to get me off him with force. Maybe he lacked it... And then, a devious idea came to my mind. <<s Author>>Maybe a bra will keep you safe.<</s>> I said, smiling at him. <<s Leo>>So that's what you're after, is it? Putting me in panties and bras?<</s>> He asked, holding my hands away from him. <<s Author>>I'll stop if you agree.<</s>> He looked at me with questioning eyes. <div id='choices3'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I'm serious">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices3">>My eyes held his gaze, showing confidence. After taking a deep breath, he nodded in agreement. I smiled as I jumped to my bag to grab spare underwear I had brought with me to the gym, throwing them his way. <<s Author>>On with it!<</s>> I said, smiling. He tried moving to another room to put on the clothes. I didn't allow it. <<s Author>>Oh come on, you're just switching underwear.<</s>> Finding no reason to argue, my friend started switching his clothing. <<s Author>>I'm not forcing you or anything, okay?<</s>> I said, making sure I had his consent. <<s Leo>>Eum... It's okay. I kind of like it when you take charge like that.<</s>> My friend said, blushing slightly. I smiled at the revelation, storing that piece of information aside to use later. <<picmid "events/leoevents/pantiestrying2.jpg">> As I helped him put on the finishing touches on his clothing, <<light Leo>> looked at my shyly. <<s Leo>>Do I look good?<</s>> My friend asked me worriedly. I looked him over. <<s Author>>You do. You're pretty Leo.<</s>> I said while smiling at him. <<s Author>>Although maybe blue is not your color.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh come on I've done enough already!<</s>> My friend exclaimed. <<s Leo>>And I feel pretty exposed.<</s>> I was quick to find a compromise. <<s Author>>I'll be in my underwear as well.<</s>> I announced, already removing my clothes. This seemed to have its desired effect on my friend, who tried out another piece of lingerie. <<picmid "events/leoevents/pantiestrying.jpg">> We were actually happy with the colors we wore, praising the other person's appearance. I moved closer and tried pinching his nipples through the bra unsuccessfully. He smiled. <<s Leo>>You were right.<</s>> He pulled his tongue out at me. <<s Author>>Yes I was, you'd look better in lingerie.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Though maybe you should shave.<</s>> <<light Leo>> blushed, turning a bright shade of red. I smiled at this newest advancement, my hands still on his bra as our bodies were close to one another. <<light Leo>> had changed so much in these past few weeks. And he keeps on morphing, a butterfly in the making. If I felt that he was a social butterfly before, he was now much more than that. And he was a joy to be around. Someone of value and passion. The butterflies drifted in my own stomach, making their intentions clear as I looked at my unconventionally attractive friend. <<if $leoworkout gte 1>>We had been working out together, him and I, and it was showing.<</if>> He looked back at me, his breath also held up in his lungs, anticipation also showing in his eyes.. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Lean in for a kiss">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss.jpg">> I leaned closer to my friend, my lips immediately matching his as we kissed each other softly, enjoying the other's body, hands roaming across each other in exploration. He reciprocated with the same intensity I showed, kissing me back with renewed care and passion, beating hearts slowly going faster as our passion reignited, as we enjoyed the other person's company and lips. I moved away from him softly. <<s Author>>I've wanted to do that for a long time.<</s>> I said, smiling at my friend. <<s Leo>>Me too.<</s>> He replied, moving to kiss me again. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Softly open my mouth">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My mouth opened slightly, signaling willingness to my friend. He kept looking at me, then at my lips. I worried he might not take the bait, that I'd have to be more assertive to make my intentions clear to my friend. He took the lead, his lips drifting down to meet mine as he kissed me with clear intention. The intension being to grasp that opportunity while it laid in front of him. <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> Our traded kisses were passionate, beautiful, slightly erotic in nature, but we still respected each other's boundaries as we traded tongue attacks. He was intense in his approach, hungry for my lips, and I wanted to kiss him back with the same intensity. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Move away.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I felt the heat of the moment rise up through me, dangerously bubbling at the surface and threatening to ruin the friendship. He moved in slightly. I decided not to risk anything, and movd back. <<s Author>>Woah! That was something alright!<</s>> I said out loud, laying on my back and looking at the ceiling. In the corner of the room, a small night star was stuck to the ceiling, looking down at us. I pointed at it. <<s Author>>What's that?<</s>> I asked my friend. <<s Leo>>From when I was a kid. A glow in the dark star.<</s>> He answered, looking at it as well. I smiled at this small remnant of childhood, of innocence, that my friend held in his room. The world was swirling faster and faster around us, and yet we remained children at heart, trying to act like adults. <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm joking omg!">><<replace "#choices3">>I broke the tension, laughing loud at his wide eyed stare. <<s Author>>I'm joking oh my god!<</s>> I shouted out at him. He blushed, trying to catch his breath as he turned the tables on me, pushing me off him and holding me down. In a fit of laughter, I stopped my fighting, as eventually the tension subsided and we laid there side by side, relazing after an intense double workout. Our breathing, quick at first, slowly got slower as we allowed our hands to rest onto each other's bodies. Touch starved, we both welcomed this soft rubbing, these roaming fingers that were explorative yet relaxing at the same time. Digits that wanted to comfort the other person in our vulnerability. The intensity of the battle contrasted deeply with the calm that we felt at that moment, but there was an inner battle raging. <<light Leo>> had changed so much in these past few weeks. And he keeps on morphing, a butterfly in the making. If I felt that he was a social butterfly before, he was now much more than that. And he was a joy to be around. Someone of value and passion. The butterflies drifted in my own stomach, making their intentions clear as I looked at my unconventionally attractive friend. <<if $leoworkout gte 1>>We had been working out together, him and I, and it was showing.<</if>> He looked back at me, his breath also held up in his lungs, anticipation also showing in his eyes.. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Lean in for a kiss">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss.jpg">> I leaned closer to my friend, my lips immediately matching his as we kissed each other softly, enjoying the other's body, hands roaming across each other in exploration. He reciprocated with the same intensity I showed, kissing me back with renewed care and passion, beating hearts slowly going faster as our passion reignited, as we enjoyed the other person's company and lips. I moved away from him softly. <<s Author>>I've wanted to do that for a long time.<</s>> I said, smiling at my friend. <<s Leo>>Me too.<</s>> He replied, moving to kiss me again. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Softly open my mouth">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My mouth opened slightly, signaling willingness to my friend. He kept looking at me, then at my lips. I worried he might not take the bait, that I'd have to be more assertive to make my intentions clear to my friend. He took the lead, his lips drifting down to meet mine as he kissed me with clear intention. The intension being to grasp that opportunity while it laid in front of him. <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> Our traded kisses were passionate, beautiful, slightly erotic in nature, but we still respected each other's boundaries as we traded tongue attacks. He was intense in his approach, hungry for my lips, and I wanted to kiss him back with the same intensity. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Move away.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I felt the heat of the moment rise up through me, dangerously bubbling at the surface and threatening to ruin the friendship. He moved in slightly. I decided not to risk anything, and movd back. <<s Author>>Woah! That was something alright!<</s>> I said out loud, laying on my back and looking at the ceiling. In the corner of the room, a small night star was stuck to the ceiling, looking down at us. I pointed at it. <<s Author>>What's that?<</s>> I asked my friend. <<s Leo>>From when I was a kid. A glow in the dark star.<</s>> He answered, looking at it as well. I smiled at this small remnant of childhood, of innocence, that my friend held in his room. The world was swirling faster and faster around us, and yet we remained children at heart, trying to act like adults. <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>I won't succumb to your tricks!">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "athletics" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I won't succumb to your tricks!<</s>> I proclaimed, pushing him right off me as I slinkered away, creating distance between us. <<s Leo>>It's treason then.<</s>> He said in a serious tone, acting out a scene from a film or something. The battle that ensued was legendary, two opposing factions in a millitary endeavor against one another, trying to best their opponent. <<s Author>>You shall die before you defeat me!<</s>> I shouted at my friend. <<s Leo>>Then I shall take you down with me!<</s>> He announced back at me, true to his word as he grabbed me by the waist and pinned me to the mattress. In a heap of laughter, we laid there relaxing after the intense battle, side by side and bodies touching. Our breathing, quick at first, slowly got slower as we allowed our hands to rest onto each other's bodies. Touch starved, we both welcomed this soft rubbing, these roaming fingers that were explorative yet relaxing at the same time. Digits that wanted to comfort the other person in our vulnerability. The intensity of the battle contrasted deeply with the calm that we felt at that moment, but there was an inner battle raging. <<light Leo>> had changed so much in these past few weeks. And he keeps on morphing, a butterfly in the making. If I felt that he was a social butterfly before, he was now much more than that. And he was a joy to be around. Someone of value and passion. The butterflies drifted in my own stomach, making their intentions clear as I looked at my unconventionally attractive friend. <<if $leoworkout gte 1>>We had been working out together, him and I, and it was showing.<</if>> He looked back at me, his breath also held up in his lungs, anticipation also showing in his eyes.. <div id='choices2'><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Lean in for a kiss">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">><<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss.jpg">> I leaned closer to my friend, my lips immediately matching his as we kissed each other softly, enjoying the other's body, hands roaming across each other in exploration. He reciprocated with the same intensity I showed, kissing me back with renewed care and passion, beating hearts slowly going faster as our passion reignited, as we enjoyed the other person's company and lips. I moved away from him softly. <<s Author>>I've wanted to do that for a long time.<</s>> I said, smiling at my friend. <<s Leo>>Me too.<</s>> He replied, moving to kiss me again. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Softly open my mouth">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>My mouth opened slightly, signaling willingness to my friend. He kept looking at me, then at my lips. I worried he might not take the bait, that I'd have to be more assertive to make my intentions clear to my friend. He took the lead, his lips drifting down to meet mine as he kissed me with clear intention. The intension being to grasp that opportunity while it laid in front of him. <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> Our traded kisses were passionate, beautiful, slightly erotic in nature, but we still respected each other's boundaries as we traded tongue attacks. He was intense in his approach, hungry for my lips, and I wanted to kiss him back with the same intensity. It was a beautiful time spent with my friend, enjoying each other's company and lips, non-commital just yet but rather two young adults discovering what they liked. And I'd like to believe he liked kissing me as much as I did kissing him... <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Move away.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I felt the heat of the moment rise up through me, dangerously bubbling at the surface and threatening to ruin the friendship. He moved in slightly. I decided not to risk anything, and movd back. <<s Author>>Woah! That was something alright!<</s>> I said out loud, laying on my back and looking at the ceiling. In the corner of the room, a small night star was stuck to the ceiling, looking down at us. I pointed at it. <<s Author>>What's that?<</s>> I asked my friend. <<s Leo>>From when I was a kid. A glow in the dark star.<</s>> He answered, looking at it as well. I smiled at this small remnant of childhood, of innocence, that my friend held in his room. The world was swirling faster and faster around us, and yet we remained children at heart, trying to act like adults. <<link "Go downstairs" "Leo Event 3">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pic "Maria">>Leo's mother<</pic>> We spent the next couple of hours together, enjoying each other's company, having fun and whatnot, until I eventually decided to leave his place. A lingering hug later, I was downstairs being approached by my friend's mother before I left. <<s Jasmin>>Hey <<print $name>>... Can I talk to you?<</s>> I stopped to talk to the enigmatic and highly charismatic lady. <<s Jasmin>>I'm worried about my son.<</s>> She explained, leading me to the living room where we could have a more private conversation. <<s Jasmin>>The thing is I have a feeling he's been changing a lot recently, and I just want to make sure it's in the right way. Things have not been the best at home but we're trying, both his father and I, to keep things light for him.<</s>> She spoke openly, revealing things I had no knowledge of. <<s Jasmin>>All I'm asking is, should I be worried about anything? Should I be doing anything differently?<</s>> A mother's care for her child was always a sweet thing. And to see that my friend had that brought relief to my heart. I thought of how to answer her, knowing what I did... <<picmid "events/leoevents/maria-door.jpg">> <div id='choices'><<link "Encourage him to explore himself more.">><<replace "#choices">><<if $alphabeta lte 0>><<less "alphabeta" 5>><<else>><<add "alphabeta" 5>><</if>><<s Author>>Honestly, ma'am, I think you need to help your son discover himself further, help him in his own path.<</s>> I said, hoping I was doing my friend a favor by interjecting like that. <<s Author>>If he's finding support in what he's doing, maybe he won't pay as much mind to what is happening at home.<</s>> I explained to her. <<s Jasmin>>You make a good point. I'll keep that in mind, aid him on his journey hopefully.<</s>> She said, smiling. <<s Jasmin>>Don't think I haven't noticed both of you working out recently. It's showing on both of you!<</s>> She complimented me before showing me to the door in a friendly manner. Despite whatever flaws in the marriage were bringing her down, <<light Leo>>'s mother seemed to have good intentions towards her whole family. I hope this further puts my friend at ease in exploring his identity. And maybe his sexuality... //Hanging out at <<light Leo>>'s was a good idea.// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Helps Leo further down the path he is following, whichever it is.">> <<link "Don't pressure him, he won't change much.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think you need to give him his distance. Leo might be overwhelmed from all the attention.<</s>> I said, hoping to alleviate the weight that my friend had been feeling. <<s Author>>Even I take my time in talking to him. Pressure is not helpful.<</s>> His mother, while frustrated to be hearing something that she wasn't ready for, still understoof where I was coming from and nodded her acceptance of my claim. <<s Jasmin>>You do have a point. But I'm just worried for him.<</s>> She said, a mother's fear apparent in her frown. <<s Author>>I know. It takes great effort to give us the space to grow. But your son is growing into the perfect version of himself, slowly.<</s>> I tried to be confident for the sake of my friend as I said these words, unphased in the face of her frown. Hopefully the path to change won't be a hard one for my friend. This year has truly had its impact on us... //Hanging out at <<light Leo>>'s was probably a good idea.// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/gym.jpg" "After a heavy workout">> <<s Leo>>That was one heck of a workout!<</s>> My friend said as we found our way out of the gym. I smiled wide at him. <<s Author>>Got something now?<</s>> I asked my friend. He smiled back. <<s Leo>>What were you thinking of?<</s>> <<link "Let's go to my place" "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/living-room-day.jpg">> My friend and I fond ourselves in my apartment, and he was quick to speak: <<s Leo>>You're truly lucky to be living alone. No one to annoy you with their demands, no one to make any requests of you.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's overrated. At our age, having someone around is important.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Not when they're overbearing.<</s>> <<s Author>>Overbearing is fine. I like overbearing.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's why you like Yara?<</s>> He teased. <<s Author>>Hey don't go there!<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know... She scares me.<</s>> Yet there wasn't fear I saw in my friend's eyes. There was a certain sense of... Respect? <<s Author>>What's that look?<</s>> I felt compelled to ask. <<s Leo>>What look?<</s>> He tried to hide his facial expressions. <<s Author>>You talking about Yara, are you really afraid of her? Is that all?<</s>> I asked, scouring his face for any minimal sign of emotion. My friend tried to keep his eyes away from mine. <<s Author>>Leo. You can trust me. And we could do soemthing about it, whatever IT is.<</s>> He looked back up at me. <<s Leo>>She's too cool. I sometimes think it's all fake. No one can be this confident.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Author>>A crush?<</s>> I asked, trying to understand where these words were actually coming from, what weight they actually carried. <<s Leo>>I'm not sure. There's too many attractive people around.<</s>> He said. I smiled at him. That was one thing I could agree on. I was surrounded by hot people. And he was one of them. Heck, with our workouts, we were bothmuch hotter than we were mere months ago. <<s Author>>Don't sell yourself short, Leo.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You neither, <<print $name>>... You're hot.<</s>> He admitted. And then something flashed in his eyes. <<s Leo>>Oh I've been meaning to ask your help with something. It's for Wednesday.<</s>> He said. I was all ears. <<s Leo>>I need to work on makeup for the play. Can you help?<</s>> <<link "Let's have fun!" "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3 and $alphabeta lte -30>><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem.jpg" "Me applying makeup on Leo">> His face was slowly getting covered with makeup as he closed his eyes, and I explained what I was doing every step of the way. <<s Author>>The eyes are obviously the most important.<</s>> I explained. <<s Author>>Especially for stage acting.<</s>> He nodded at that, trying to show his acquiescence. <<s Author>>Don't move!<</s>> I held his face down. I'd use the opportunity to give him more of a feminine make-up. He was already headed that direction, and he'd obviously look better like that. <<s Author>>So... Who else are we looking at with interest? From a good bi to another.<</s>> I smiled. In the background, "Good Bi" by Beth McCarthy was playing on my bluetooth speaker. He smiled at the pun. And thought for a moment, before speaking out: <<s Leo>>There's a lot. It's not really crushes exactly...<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on Leo! I'm listening!<</s>> I might have been pestering him, but he was stuck underneath me, and there was no escaping me. I'd get the truth. He scoffed, understanding his position. <<if $Julio gte 6 or $valentine.has("JulioSeesLeo")>><<s Leo>>Well there is no denying that Julio has an interest in me.<</s>> He said like it was a known truth. <<s Author>>Oh you know about that? So you're not oblivious!<</s>> I teased him. <<s Leo>>It's hard to miss, the way he's been acting.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Well yeah, but then again you've not always been one who picked up on these small things.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I was. I am... People are so very obvious. I think you're the one that hasn't been as perceptive as you'd like to believe.<</s>> He said back to me. He kept his silence for a bit, and I halted my activity to make him continue talking.<</if>> <<if $evaleo.has("kiss") or $valentine.has("EvaLeo Hookup")>><<s Leo>>You can at least admit that Eva is an attractive person, right?<</s>> He said, gauging my reaction. <<s Author>>Our nerdy friend has been discovering a truer version of herself, as have you Leo.<</s>> I admitted, thinking to all the recent changes in behavior that she'd displayed. <<s Leo>>Well... Yeah I find her attractive too.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Author>>Who wouldn't!<</s>> I agreed. <<s Author>>But does that mean you'd engage in a relationship with her, should the opportunity arise?<</s>> I continued by asking him. <<s Leo>>I probably would, I guess... Not that it would happen.<</s>> He shared with me. That left me thinking for a moment. They have shared a kiss, and then some... She probably might share his feelings too... That moment of thought that was cut by him continuing his admissions.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Honestly, I find you very attractive, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, like a weight on his chest immediately falling as he took a breather right after. <<s Leo>>You're funny, attractive, and... Very understanding. Despite it all, you've been with me every step of the way, as I continue to explore my true self.<</s>> He said. I stopped my work, waiting for him to open his eyes. <<s Author>>There's no other way I'd be with you. You're too precious.<</s>> I said. I smiled. <<s Author>>It's done. There's only lipstick to go. Stay still.<</s>> I said, picking up the stick to apply this final touch to his makeup. He kept still, the weight of his final revelation lingering in the air between us. He potentially had a crush on me. Maybe also on other people, but he admitted his crush on me. And... Part of me liked it. My friend was growing more attractive, and his femininity was an honest turn on... Maybe, just maybe, I was just as into him as he was into me... <<s Author>>Open your eyes.<</s>> I said to him, as he turned to look at the outcome of my activity. He was a gorgeous piece of art, and one I was proud to have worked on. He smiled wide. And was quick to turn towards me to hug me. <<s Author>>Watch the makeup!<</s>> <<s Leo>>You've always helped in my path to self-discovery, <<print $name>>. I am beyond grateful for you.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're worth every moment.<</s>> I answered him, feeling proud of him and the friendship we'd been growing. He separated, looking straight into my eyes. <<link "Tables are about to turn..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3 and $alphabeta gte 30>><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-masc.jpg" "Leo applying makeup on me">> I sat in front of my friend as he worked on my makeup, covering my face with the colors he gathered and trying to guide him through the process. <<s Author>>I mean it's cool that you're trying to learn this mystical art that is the makeup, but why was it that you were doing it again?<</s>> I asked my friend, trying to understand the reasoning behind our current positions. <<s Leo>>It's simple, really.<</s>> He said, the simplicity lost on me. <<s Leo>>With the play, everyone in the cast is also kind of a crew member. There is not a lot of students that want to help with this whole thing... And I'm one of the few who do. So, I also have to do the makeup of one of my friends.<</s>> With his explanation, things were making more sense to me. He still was an amateur and I fretted the way I'd look when all was said and done, but at the moment I remained under his control. I had to ask my question, based on our earlier conversation. <<s Author>>So... Who else are we looking at with interest? From a good bi to another.<</s>> I smiled. In the background, "Good Bi" by Beth McCarthy was playing on my bluetooth speaker. He smiled at the pun. And thought for a moment, before speaking out: <<s Leo>>There's a lot. It's not really crushes exactly...<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on Leo! I'm listening!<</s>> I might have been pestering him, but he was stuck putting on my makeup, and there was no escaping me. I'd get the truth. He scoffed, understanding that I wouldn't be letting it go. <<if $Julio gte 6 or $valentine.has("JulioSeesLeo")>><<s Leo>>Well there is no denying that Julio has an interest in me.<</s>> He said like it was a known truth. <<s Author>>Oh you know about that? So you're not oblivious!<</s>> I teased him. <<s Leo>>It's hard to miss, the way he's been acting.<</s>> He explained. <<s Author>>Well yeah, but then again you've not always been one who picked up on these small things.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I was. I am... People are so very obvious. I think you're the one that hasn't been as perceptive as you'd like to believe.<</s>> He said back to me. He kept his silence for a bit, and I calmly waited for him to continue talking.<</if>> <<if $evaleo.has("kiss") or $valentine.has("EvaLeo Hookup")>><<s Leo>>You can at least admit that Eva is an attractive person, right?<</s>> He said, gauging my reaction. <<s Author>>Our nerdy friend has been discovering a truer version of herself, as have you Leo.<</s>> I admitted, thinking to all the recent changes in behavior that she'd displayed. <<s Leo>>Well... Yeah I find her attractive too.<</s>> He admitted. <<s Author>>Who wouldn't!<</s>> I agreed. <<s Author>>But does that mean you'd engage in a relationship with her, should the opportunity arise?<</s>> I continued by asking him. <<s Leo>>I probably would, I guess... Not that it would happen.<</s>> He shared with me. That left me thinking for a moment. They have shared a kiss, and then some... She probably might share his feelings too... That moment of thought that was cut by him continuing his admissions.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Honestly, I find you very attractive, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, like a weight on his chest immediately falling as he took a breather right after. <<s Leo>>You're funny, attractive, and... Very understanding. Despite it all, you've been with me every step of the way, as I continue to discover my true self.<</s>> He said. He had slowed down in his work, and I allowed myself to open my eye to look at him as I spoke. <<s Author>>There's no other way I'd be with you. You're too precious.<</s>> I said. He smiled. <<s Leo>>Okay, I'm almost done. There's only lipstick left. Stay still.<</s>> He said, grabbing the stick and moving back towards me. He sat in front of me, leaning forward. There was an undeniable tension in the air as the item he carried glided over my lips. Slightly parted, I looked at him as he concentrated on his activity, thinking of the words he had just shared. He potentially had a crush on me. Maybe also on other people, but he admitted his crush on me. And... Part of me liked it. My friend was growing more attractive, and his growing, confident masculinity was an honest turn on... Maybe, just maybe, I was just as into him as he was into me... <<s Leo>>All done.<</s>> He announced, turning me towards the mirror. Despite him not being used to it, he did an honest good job with his attention. I was actually impressed by it, and so turned towards him. <<s Author>>You're a natural.<</s>> I moved in to hug him, and he returned the hug, the vulnerability of the moment getting to me as I looked for his physical touch, comfort in his strong arms. <<s Leo>>You've always helped in my path to self-discovery, <<print $name>>, and helped me embrace my real self. I am beyond grateful for you.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're worth every moment.<</s>> I answered him, feeling proud of him and the friendship we'd been growing. He separated, looking straight into my eyes. <<link "Tables are about to turn..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-measked.jpg" "My turn to answer">> <<s Leo>>What about you, where are your eyes wandering?<</s>> He asked me, some hope flashing in his eyes. The tension of the moment was back, and I knew that he was hoping that the feelings he had shared were reciprocated. And indeed, I did feel close to my friend. The big question was, just like it had been with many other individuals, was I willing to act on it? Sharing this attraction with him will tell him I am open to a naughty afternoon. And maybe I was, wasn't I? I knew all of this getting closer stuff would lead me to here... <div id='choices'><<if $yaraevent gte 5>><<link "I also find Yara extremely attractive">><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Yara>><</pic>><<s Author>>I have to admit. Yara Is extremely attractive, and I'm lucky to be working out with her on Saturdays.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Woah seriously? There's someone else you've been sharing your time with?<</s>> My friend asked, faking being hurt, to hide the fact that he was frustrated to have been shut down in regard to his own admission. <<s Author>>Come on, it's not like I'm cheating on anyone on the other. You both became workout buddies in the same week!<</s>> I tried to make things seem simpler. <<s Leo>>Yeah no I understand.<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't worry though! Your workouts are much more exciting, we seem to do more in them.<</s>> I said, smiling. He reciprocated my smile. <<link "And the tension remains..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I find Yara attractive" "Not close enough to her (52)">><</if>> <<if $evaevent gte 5>><<link "I also find Eva extremely attractive">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eva>><</pic>><<s Author>>Honestly Eva is such a cute character. I like how soft, calm she is.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Someone has a crush on her best friend oh my!<</s>> He teased me, the irony of him having a crush on me too being lost on him. <<s Author>>Oh come on! We both have the brains, and we both are improving our looks. It's only logical that we'd find common ground like that.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That is true, there's a lot of similarities there.<</s>> He smiled at me. And there are a lot of similarities between us two, seated on my bed... <<link "And the tension remains..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I find Eva attractive" "Not close enough to her (52)">><</if>> <<if $jasminevent gte 5>><<link "I have been getting closer to Jasmin">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>><<s Author>>Jasmin is such a fighter.<</s>> I said. <<s Author>>Getting to know her more, I can't help but fall more and more for her.<</s>> My friend smiled. <<s Leo>>I see what you mean. Sometimes it's out of your control.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes. I mean part of me doesn't care much for Jerome. Another doesn't mind his presence. And all the while, Jasmin is there, in the back of my mind, simply being... Perfectly flawed.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Perfectly flawed. That's a nice way to put it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Well yeah she has her issues. But she also has conviction. She believes every word she says. I admire that.<</s>> <<light Leo>> smiled at me, and something in me told me he saw the same in me. He saw something in me that I didn't see myself, and that made me attractive to him, the way I found <<light Jasmin>> attractive myself... <<link "And the tension remains..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I find Jasmin attractive" "Not close enough to her (52)">><</if>> <<if $ericevent gte 5>><<link "Eric and I have been going out">><<add "Eric" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Eric>><</pic>><<s Author>>Actually, Eric and I have been kind of... Going out.<</s>> <<s Leo>>New guy Eric?<</s>> He asked. I realized that my two friends, while similar in background, haven't interacted much at school. <<s Author>>Yes him. He's obviously into me... And I think I'm into him too.<</s>> I admitted. <<s Leo>>I always thought he was a more generic version of me.<</s>> My friend admitted. <<s Author>>Hey!<</s>> I playfully slapped him on the shoulder. <<s Leo>>Hey what? Can you blame me?<</s>> He asked while laughing wide. This playfulness did hide behind it the fact that he found himself a more worthy person of attention that the other white man I was talking to. <<link "And the tension remains..." "Leo Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I find Eric attractive" "Not close enough to him (52)">><</if>> <<link "I find you attractive too, Leo.">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<pic Leo>><</pic>><<s Author>>If I am to be honest on the whole "finding people attractive" thing...<</s>> I said, preparing myself to share the big news too. <<light Leo>> looked at me with hope in his eyes. <<s Author>>I do find you attractive too.<</s>> I said, feeling the weight lifted off. <<s Author>>I have been, for a while, if I am to be honest.<</s>> I looked down. <<s Author>>Even before the whole change thing, and the self-actualization. You have been a glimmer of hope and... truth.<</s>> I said, allowing my emotions to be put out, vulnerability to be shared. And his hands went around me to hug me, appreciating the words I've said. <<s Leo>>No one has ever said anything so cool about me.<</s>> He admitted. I leaned back into the hug. <<s Author>>People ought to share their true feelings more often.<</s>> I said as I moved slightly to look him in the eyes. The tension was too high. He was so attractive. He was so pure... <<link "Kiss him" "Leo Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoEvent5Seduction" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoEvent5Seduction") and $alphabeta lte -30>><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem1.jpg" "A sexy kissable Leo">> Sexy <<light Leo>> laid in front of me, a hot piece of ass in sultry clothing. We had kissed for a few moments, before I decided to dress him up in even sexier clothes than the gym ones. A hot piece of ass that needed to be ravaged. Kiss after kiss after kiss were traded by us, before my friend spoke out: <<s Leo>>How about we get more comfortable?<</s>> Unraveling a present you helped pack is an exciting venture, and as I worked on pulling up my friend's mesh costume, I eagerly anticipated what I'd see. <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem2.jpg" "The savory hard-on">> His penis stood to full attention, needing lips on it, as a heavuily breathing <<light Leo>> looked at me in anticipation. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>Is that a hard-on or are you just happy to see me?<</s>>He smiled back at me. <<s Leo>>You are too hot to ignore... Please...<</s>> He almost begged, asking for me to do something about the penis that stood to attention in front of me. I laid closer, grabbing it and moving it towards my face. <<light Leo>> moaned in eager anticipation. <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem3.jpg" "Lick and suck">> I sucked on the shaft, going down and back up, teasing my feminine friend, showing him that I was enjoying my time with him. <<s Leo>>Please... More...<</s>> He almost begged, asking for my lips on his penis. And I was inclined to give him more. He was a hot piece of morphed femininity and I was her creator... I wanted more myself... <div id='choices'><<link "Let her bend over">><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem4.jpg" "Playing with her entrance">> I started playing with my feminine friend's asshole, her beautiful sexual organ begging me to explore it more as I brought out moans of appreciation from him. <<s Author>>Oh yeah you like that, slut?<</s>> I asked teasingly, smiling as I rubbed and stroked him in all the right ways. <<s Author>>You're really loose!<</s>> I commented. <<s Leo>>Oh this feels great! I've been... Training.<</s>> This revelation came with a moan that just sent the most beautiful shivers down my spine. Training. My friend has been training her ass to take stuff in. My friend was way further along than I anticipated. What a beautiful slutty character she was revealing! I gave her a spank. <<s Author>>You're so fucking hot! What a slut!<</s>> I praised her, receiving moans from her. With the femininity she was showing, with the way she has been portraying herself, with the energy she had been exhibiting... My friend was embracing femininity, and I'd help her further down that path. <<s Author>>My turn.<</s>> <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem6.jpg" "A deep fucking">> Back on all fours myself, I urged <<light Leo>> on, willing her to fuck me from behind. And she complied, a toy in my hands. //What a beautiful, beautiful experience this turned out to be...// I looked forward to the next time we got to hang out! <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ride my friend">><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem5.jpg" "Ride or die">> I rushed to put myself on top of my friend, slipping his hard little penis inside of me as I moaned out in heat. <<s Author>>Oh you're small.<</s>> I said in between moans. His moaning answer came with such a beautiful raspy voice. <<s Leo>>Mmmm but you're so tight!<</s>> I might have felt tight around him, but my slutty friend was nowhere big enough for me. And that was awesome. I'd use that to tease him with. <<s Author>>Oh yeah? Does that feel good to you little one?<</s>> I teasingly said. He could only moan in answer. <<s Author>>How about we switch positions, maybe then you'd get to fuck me right?<</s>> I said. He moaned out. <<s Leo>>What are you thinking of?<</s>> <div id='choices2'><<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "Fuck me like a bitch">><<replace "#choices2">><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem6.jpg" "On all fours">> Moments after my request, <<light Leo>> had me bent over the couch taking in his penis deeper as he drilled into me. A bitch in heat and her feminine partner, taking his cock inside and moaning in answer. I could only moan in answer, matched by his feminine cries as he fucked me like that, bent over in submissive delight. <<s Leo>>Better??<</s>> He asked, knowing the answer. <<s Author>>Oh yes! You're so good! Make me cum, please!<</s>> I cried out. He complied, drilling harder into me, bringing out the most submissive of moans from my lips. I needed it. I craved it. I was loving it. And indeed, he did make me cum, bent over like that on his cock, and was quick to finish himself off over my resting body, smiling at the work of art he just painted. //What a beautiful ending to a sweet hangout!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Let me lay down">><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-fem7.jpg" "A deep drilling">> I rested my back on the couch as my friend moved between my legs, fucking me and holding on as he did all of the work. I looked into his eyes, dominant, as he continued working on pleasing me. <<s Author>>Mmmm yess that's it!<</s>> I kept praising my friend, smiling and enjoying myself, moaning in anticipation as my orgasm rushed to meet my heated body. <<s Leo>>You're so good. So sexy.<</s>> He praised me, and I moaned out yet more. <<s Leo>>Cum for me. Show me how much you love this.<</s>> I could only moan as an answer, as an orgasm rushed through me, making me squirm on his invading cock. My orgasm coursing through mey body, making me twitch under his dominating body, brought out some beautiful moans from me, as I looked up at him. The sight might have been too much to him, as he grabbed his penis and stroked himself to completion on my waiting belly. <<s Leo>>Oh my- Ahhh<</s>> He moaned out in answer to my own hums of passion. //What a nice hang out! Couldn't wait for the next one!// <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoEvent5Seduction") and $alphabeta gte 30>><<pichalf "events/leoevents/event5-masc1.jpg">> It wasn't long before my lips had separated from his and I found myself eagerly servicing his impressive penis, eagerly taking his hard cock in my mouth and looking to give him the pleasure he deserved for dressing me up. My friend was keep on ruining my makeup, as he guided me through the blowjob I offered him, a compliant whore to his dominant antics. His masculinity was evident by the way he thrusted his hips, pushing his cock inside of my mouth and feeding me more of him, gifting me with the taste of his phallus. <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-masc2.jpg" "Guided by the man">> The dominant man had me blowing him off in beautiful subservience, licking and sucking like a good plaything that was made to service him. And he pushed me down on his cock in dominance. Regardless of my own character, I had built up a strong, confident character and was reaping the benefits of my work. <<if $subdom lte -20>>At one point, the dominant <<light Leo>> made an odd request from me: <<s Leo>>How about you put that mouth of yours to better use and lick my asshole?<</s>> In my horny, weakened state, submissive to his whims, I seriously considered showing him my subservience... <<linkreplace "He deserves an ass-licking.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<pichalf "events/leoevents/event5-masc3.jpg">> It wasn't long before my friend had me tasting on his ass, showing him my ultimate subservience and his great power over me. I was eager to serve, and he was finding out just how far gone I actually was. My friend was a dominant man, and I was his submissive toy, eager to service even the lowest parts of him, very eagerly. And I loved it, it was our rightful places, the right dynamic between an extremely submissive lady and the dominant man she was helping create.<</linkreplace>><</if>> <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-masc4.jpg" "A deep drilling">> Soon threreafter, <<light Leo>> had me riding him, eager to bbring him and me the greatest pleasure I could. He was deep inside, drilling me as I jumped up and down, and making me moan alongside his dominant groans, eager to bring us both to a great orgasm. Up and down, I jumped like an eager slut, looking for my orgasm and his, looking to bring him the ultimate satisfaction. Jumping, hoping for a hard fucking, which he was helping provide. He looked at me with a smile in his eyes. <<s Leo>>You're growing tired. Allow me to show you how it's truly done.<</s>> He moved me to my side, still impaled on his hard cock, facing away from him. And turned my head, demanding a kiss, as he fucked me to oblivion and back. Our fucking pasted long, as my friend drilled me into a moaning mess, bringing two orgasms out of me before he slipped out to cum all over my wet, gaping snatch. A good hard fucking from a good, hard man. I loved every second of it. <<pichead "events/leoevents/event5-masc5.jpg" "A deep drilling">> <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>>My friend's eyes are unmoving at that moment, him looking deeper in mine, as mine darted across them. There was the tension that has been growing for a while now. I liked my friend, granted, but I didn't know if going down that path was the right option for me... After all, there was something undeniably hot about being with the person you have helped shape. His lips beckoned, his attitude told me he wanted it. After all, why wouldn't he, I'm awesome! But that would change a lot. And I did admit I was into someone else, but I could admit to myself that I was into him too! I need to kiss him, right? <div id='choices'><<link "Yes" "Leo Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoEvent5Seduction" 1>><</link>> <<link "Better not">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured it was a better option not to ruin our friendship and the memory of a nice afternoon. And so, with that in mind, decided not to act on my inner urges, preferring to keep my distance despite my friend's eager, open mouth. I swear I could see the hint of a pout on his face as he moved away, and moments later suggested it might be best for him to leave and work on his lines. //Was this a missed opportunity?// <<link "Move on with my day" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichalf "events/leoevents/event6-athlete.jpg">> The athletic <<light Leo>> was dressed pretty weird today, in a clown outfit of sorts. Colorful and beautiful, surely, but still a weird appearance. <<s Leo>>Come on, quit clowning around, we're working out!<</s>> He said as he gave even more of an effort today. There was definitely something off with him today, though I couldn't quite place what it was, aside from the costume. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, are you okay?<</s>> I decided to broach the subject without twists and turns. <<s Leo>>Better than ever.<</s>> He claimed. Eventually, as our workout died down, we both headed to the showers. <<s Leo>>Look I'm tired to hide it from you, <<print $name>>...<</s>> He broached the topic, eventually, <<s Leo>>My parents are on a trip and I'm literally at the end of my outfits in the closet.<</s>> <<s Leo>>That's why I'm wearing these ridiculous clothes.<</s>> I moved closer to my friend and placed a calming hand on his cheek. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, there's no judgement from me here.<</s>> I said, looking deep in his eyes. <<s Leo>>I truly appreciate you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He said, emotional. <<s Leo>>You've truly been by my side through it all.<</s>> And I believed what I was to say next: <<s Author>>And I'll always be by your side, as long as you'll have me.<</s>> He shyly smiled, emotional. I kept my hand on his face, urging him to keep looking at me. <<picmid "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">>We moved closer, and shared a soft kiss. A beautiful, calm kiss. As we separated, he spoke: <<s Leo>>Come over to my place.<</s>> He said. <<link "Go over" "Leo Event 6">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/leo-lr.jpg" "Leo's Living Room">>At my friend's place, I helped him put a few articles of clothing in the washing machine, and turned it on. <<s Author>>See, it's not that hard.<</s>> I said. He just shyly looked at me. <<s Leo>>Look, I'm not made for this <<print $name>>. I'm not as awesome as you, or independent.<</s>> He stated. <<s Author>>I don't believe it. You are, you just don't give yourself the credit. Laundry aside, that is.<</s>> I answered back. <<s Leo>>I don't know about this...<</s>> My friend's insecurities would not last. <<s Author>>You're worth much more than you give yourself credit, Leo. You're attractive, smart, beautiful, and most importantly, kind.<</s>> I stated. <<s Author>>When a person was getting bullied at school, you stood up for him. When your parents were having their issues, you made it through courageously, you keep your head high in school projects and have constantly proven yourself, shown your beautiful potential.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>You're beyond capable, Leo. And I...<</s>> My friend, my beautiful, attractive, friend, looked at me with anticipation. I knew that this was as right a time as any to make the claim, to take the next step. There truly was no choice, I was well and truly confident in what I was to say. And I'd made all the right move all this time to get closer to my friend, to get him to understand the feelings I held for him. I could only state the truth. <<linkreplace "I love you, Leo">><<s Author>>I love you Leo.<</s>> I let it out, this weight inside of me finally lifted off my chest. <<light Leo>> didn't take too long to speak too: <<s Leo>>I love you too, <<print $name>>.<</s>> He claimed. Moments later, we were all over each other. <<link "Making love" "Leo Event 6">><<add "open" 2>><<add "sexskill" 2>><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "events/leoevents/event6-6.jpg" "Traded kisses">>Clothes off and all over each other, <<light Leo>> and I were enjoying each other's bodies, eager to engage in our love-making session, confessions of love carrying beautiful emotions through us, this encounter not one of lust and dirty naughtiness, but rather one of love and beautiful appreciation. <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-7.jpg">>It wasn't long before <<light Leo>> was between my legs, preparing me for what was to come, readying me for his standing pole, his lips against my pussy making me grow wetter and wetter, prepared to welcome his hardness inside of me. <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-5.jpg">>And not much later, I was moaning out as he entered me, his penis opening me and my folds welcoming him eagerly, still kissing one another and enjoying each other's bodies. <<s Leo>>Like that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Love you, you absolute hottie.<</s>> I replied, kissing him once more. <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-2.jpg">>Adjusting his position, <<light Leo>> continued drilling deeper into me, propping himself up with his hands and moving his hips in a seductive, swaying motion. <<s Author>>You're so hot, you're making me so hot.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Your body is fantastic.<</s>> He grunted back to me, our bodies moving in tandem, a beautiful dance of love and seduction. All those weeks and month of seduction and dance, a beautiful balad between the two of us, ending finally in this crescendo, and one that fulfilled us both, each in their own way. <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-4.jpg">>As his thrusts grew softer, I lowered him onto the couch in a seated position, and placed myself atop him, ready to ride his standing cock, to take him in me. <<s Author>>Mmm that feels good.<</s>> I stated, enjoying his hardness inside me once more. His roaming hands were exploring my curves, my body, as used my hips to sway against his hard cock, where it hit me in all the right places, my moans instensifying with time. A beautiful feeling, fulfilling. And one that he enjoyed just as much. <<s Leo>>You feel so good on me, so tight.<</s>> <<s Author>>And you deserve all that's good, Leo.<</s>> I was close, and my voice showed my desperation. He must've picked up on it, as he positioned me differently and prepared hismelf to thrust into me, his hand on the bottom of my belly, pushing my waist upwards and inwards, exerting beautiful pressure. <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-3.jpg">>It didn't take long for his movements, the love we were making, the fact that it was <<light Leo>> offering me that pleasure, and the hand that he had placed on my belly, allgathered to give me a mind blowing orgasm, intense and unlike anything I've felt before. Monaing out onto him, I felt myself embrace the waves of beautiful orgasm that coursed through me, demanding my moans which I freely offered, eager to be brought to such heights, and eager to be offering <<light Leo>> the satisfaction of knowing he was the cause of it all. <<s Author>>I love you Leo!<</s>> I cried out. <<s Leo>>I love you too, <<print $name>>!<</s>> He replied, <<s Leo>>I'm close too.<</s>> <<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-1.jpg">>It didn't take long for me to lie down in front of my lover, looking to please him with my mouth, looking to bring him to an orgasm of his own after the mind-shatering one he had subjected me to. <<s Leo>>Mmm fuck.<</s>> The taste of my pussy on his cock was a beautiful touch, as I licked and sucked him to completion. <<s Leo>>Fuckkk you're so good.<</s>> He said, praising my activity. <<s Author>>You're better.<</s>> I complimented him back, licking and sucking every single drop he had to offer. While it was not much, every little bit was appreciated by my insatiable lust. <<s Leo>>Fuck I love you.<</s>> <<s Author>>I love you too.<</s>> <<link "Time for cuddles" "Leo Event 6">><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<picmid "events/leoevents/event6-aftermath.jpg">>Lying next to each other in bed, <<light Leo>> and I simply cuddled against one another, enjoying each other's company, our hearts almost beating as one, in beautiful harmony. I was happy, relaxed, calm. <<s Leo>>I didn't believe you actually had these feelings towards me.<</s>> He said after a while of beautiful silence. <<s Author>>I'm in awe of the person you've grown into. Whether you like it or not.<</s>> I replied to him. He smiled softly, his hand stroking my hair. My hand on his chest rested calmly, barely moving in studied strokes. <<s Leo>>I'm in awe of the person you are.<</s>> He replied. A few moments of silence later, he spoke. <<s Leo>>I always thought you'd go for someone else instead of me.<</s>> He claimed. This gave me space to think. <<s Author>>How do you mean?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Well I don't know, Yara or Eva or something...<</s>> He said, thoughtful. <<s Author>>Why would you say that?<</s>> <<s Leo>>They're obviously queer, and you're obviously attractive. They should've made a move by now...<</s>> He stated. Things have been growing with them indeed. <<s Author>>That wouldn't change how I feel about you though, no matter what is going on with them.<</s>> I stated. <<s Leo>>You're right.<</s>> He said, <<s Leo>>I just... They're both really attractive and feminine.<</s>> He explained, as if it would change anything with the way I saw him. <<s Author>>And I'm here with you now.<</s>> His breathing relaxed a bit. <<s Leo>>I'm beyond grateful.<</s>> <<s Author>>And I'll prove it even more to you that I'd chose this relationship, come Spring Break.<</s>> I said, <<s Author>>I'll hang out with you.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'd love that.<</s>> He said. <<s Leo>>And wouldn't mind hanging out with them too.<</s>> I smiled to myself more than anything else. My sweet friend was equally interested in and jealous of my other two close friends... Spring Break was sure to bring answers with it when it arrives. <<link "Move along" "Park">><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>><<set $metLeo to true>> <<light Leo>> is a good friend. Different from the rest, he is a social butterfly that floats across social situations and seems to fit everywhere. Spending time with him is easy, simple. However this new year's morning, there was a certain energy to him that was quite different. <<s Leo>>This winter break was everything I needed to change things and start anew.<</s>> <<s Author>>Start anew? What are you talking about?<</s>> <<s Leo>>There's something oddly alluring about the new year, you know... New year, new me.<</s>> <<s Author>>What's wrong with the old you? I don't understand...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh nothing's wrong! I've always told you everyone is who they are because that's how they were created. Nothing wrong with that at all.<</s>> I waited for him to get to his point. He had sparkles in his eyes, there was a happiness to him that I hadn't seen before. <<s Leo>>But every butterfly needs to enter its cocoon and change, become more of itself.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's worms, Leo. Are you telling me you're finally having your puberty?<</s>> His stunned reaction makes me laugh for a bit. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Maybe he could change, become more manly.">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Look there's no denying that you are not the manliest man out there. If this new year's resolution helps you become more of that and find yourself better then by all means, go for it. Who knows, maybe then you'll get your pick of the ladies or dudes.<</s>> His sly smile tells me something about where his head is at. Butterfly <<light Leo>> doesn't want to stand on the sidelines anymore, he wants to get his hands dirty. It would be interesting to see where this journey would take him... <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>The way he is right now is perfect.">><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with how you are right now, Leo. I know I would kill to be able to fit into any social situation the way you do! It's an asset, not a failure. You're already a butterfly.<</s>> Although my argument is contrary to his new year's realizations, they seem to influence something in him. I can see in his eyes the spark of understanding. <<light Leo>> is perfect the way he is. <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Maybe finally embracing his feminine side is the way to go.">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//There was always something oddly alluring about my friend. Yet he never really embraced one side of himself, always on the ledge. And if he was at a point where he could be swayed, why not help him get there?// <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with being more feminine you know.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's just that it's a strength for you, you know? Even if you don't see it in yourself, this kindness you have comes from not following the path society expects of you. Embrace that difference.<</s>> <<s Leo>>So you're telling me not to change.<</s>> Time to hit the nail on its head. <<s Author>>I'm telling you to change, but not in the way you think is best, but in the way that fits you best. Embrace your uniqueness.<</s>> He nods, somewhat understanding my point of view. I smile to myself. //It will be interesting to see where this path will take my friend...// <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<set $metleoday to true>><<silently>><<repeat 1s>><<updatemeter 'Leo Friendship' `$Leo / $maxleo`>><<set $alphabetameter to $alphabeta + 50>><<updatemeter 'LeoFem' `$alphabetameter / $maxfem`>><</repeat>><</silently>><<if $metLeo is false>><<include "Leo First Meeting">><<else>><center><<pic Leo>><</pic>> Friendly social butterfly <<light Leo>> greets me warmly.<<if $Leo gte 10 and $leoevent is 0>>I feel like doing something more with him...<</if>> <div id="talking"><div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">''The Usual Stuff'': </div><div class="col-6">''One-Off Scenes'': </div></div> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>></div></center><</if>>

<<if $metLeo is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Meeting Leo'>" "Leo First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $leoworkout is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Suggest Working out together'>" "Leoworkout">><<addtime>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 20 and $leoevent is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 20 - Rushing to the toilet, see to it!'>" "LeoEvent2">><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 10 and $leoevent is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Let us Hang Out!'>" "LeoEvent1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem1open") and visited("LeoFem1") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='He wants to talk'>" "LeoFem1">><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem2open") and visited("LeoFem2") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='He is wearing something different...'>" "LeoFem2">><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Leo Talk 1') and $valentine.count('Leo Talk 2') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about Valentine Party'>" "Leo Valentine Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $valentine 'Leo Talk 2' 1>><<drop $valentine 'Leo Talk 1' 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $class.has("University Prospects") and $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about the SUP'>" "Leo SUP Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<add "Leo" 3>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 2>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='How did the interview go?'>" "Leo SUP Talk">><<add "Leo" 3>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Choose who will help him'>" "Leo SUP Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $femnippleevents is true and visited("HRC Fem2 Leo") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Leo">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif visited("HRC Fem2 Leo") is 1 and $club.hasAny("Fem2 LeoFem", "Fem2 LeoMasc")>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='See how he joined the protest'>" "HRC Fem2 Leo">><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Leo Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Leo Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Hangout with Leo'>" "School">><<add "Leo" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leo Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $metLeo is false>><<elseif $Leo gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("LeoEventat5") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Sneak up on him'>" "Leo Event 0">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoEventat5" 1>><</link>><<elseif $leoworkout is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Suggest Working out together'>" "Leoworkout">><<addtime>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 10 and $leoevent is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Friendship Milestone Event 10 - Let us Hang Out!'>" "LeoEvent1">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem1open") and visited("LeoFem1") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='He wants to talk'>" "LeoFem1">><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Leo Talk 1') and $valentine.count('Leo Talk 2') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about Valentine Party'>" "Leo Valentine Talk">><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $valentine 'Leo Talk 2' 1>><<drop $valentine 'Leo Talk 1' 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("LeoSUPTalk") is 1>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Choose who will help him'>" "Leo SUP Talk">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoSUPTalk" 1>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Leo" 3>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Leo Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Leo Scene">><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<add "Leo" 3>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='70px' title='Hangout with Leo'>" "Park">><<add "Leo" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leo Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Leo>><</pic>> Hanging out with <<light Leo>> is always fun, and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished much, our friendship did benefit from our time together!

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/leo.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgleo2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Leo'' <<showmeter 'LeoFem' `$alphabetameter / $maxfem`>> <<showmeter 'Leo Friendship' `$Leo / $maxleo`>></center></p></div></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Leo>> is a close friend whose a social butterfly, friendly with everyone yet close to noone. <<if $alphabeta gt 20>><<light Leo>>'s body is shaping up quite well recently. He's been growing more masculine with each passing day.<br><<elseif $alphabeta gt 10>><<light Leo>> had a wardrobe malfunction at gym recently. His free-balling caught a few wandering eyes.<br><<elseif $alphabeta lt -20>><<light Leo>>'s body has been shaping up quite well recently. He's been growing more feminine by the day.<br><<elseif $alphabeta lt -10>><<light Leo>> had a small wardrobe problem at our gym workout. I helped him with a pair of my own panties.<br><<else>>His journey of self-discovery has just begun, and he has a long road ahead, but I think I can guide him towards a better way.<br><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 2>><<light Leo>> had some issues at school with a bunch of bullies. I was there to console him.<br><<elseif $leoevent gte 1>><<light Leo>> hasn't been himself lately. His parents seem to be having some difficulties, but I am not sure what the problem really is...<br><</if>><<if $leoworkout gte 1 and $leoworkout lte 14>><<light Leo>> and I workout at the gym together every Wednesday and Sunday.<br><</if>><<if $metLeo is false>><<light Leo>>, just like me, doesn't do much at school. Maybe talking to him will help us both?<br><</if>><<if $leomessage is 2>><<light Julio>> reached out to me about <<light Leo>>. I need to talk to him and see if he'd be open to dress unconventionally.<</if>> <div id='info'></div></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Leo>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management">''Milestones'': <<if $leoevent gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $leoevent is 0 and $Leo gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Meet him at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $leoevent is 1 and $Leo gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Meet at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Improve the Friendship">><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $leoevent is 2 and $Leo gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Look for him after the usual workout">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Improve the Friendship">><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $leoevent is 3 and $Leo gte 40>><<if $alphabeta gte 25 or $alphabeta lte -25>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Meet him at the mall on Saturday">><<elseif $alphabeta gt -25 and $alphabeta lt 25>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - His character needs more definition (masc or fem).">><</if>><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 5>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $leoevent is 4 and $Leo gte 50>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Post gym event">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Improve the Friendship">><</if>><<if $leoevent gte 6>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $leoevent is 5 and $Leo gte 60>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Not implemented yet (WIP)">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Improve the Friendship">><</if>> <<if visited("LW Lockers") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Masc/Fem Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $alphabeta lte -10 or $alphabeta gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 10 - Workout at the Gym with him">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 10 - Keep the gender pressure">><</if>><<if visited("LeoFem1") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Fem Milestone 15 - Achieved">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem1open")>><<dark "☐" "Fem Milestone 15 - Meet him at school">><<elseif $alphabeta lte 0>><<dark "☐" "Fem Milestone 15 - Keep the gender pressure">><<else>><<dark "■" "Fem Milestone 15 - Not on the right track">><</if>><<if visited("LW Gluting") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Masc/Fem Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $alphabeta lte -20 or $alphabeta gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 20 - Workout at the Gym with him">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 20 - Keep the gender pressure">><</if>><<if visited("LeoFem2") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Fem Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("leofem2open")>><<dark "☐" "Fem Milestone 25 - Meet him at school">><<elseif $alphabeta lte 0>><<dark "☐" "Fem Milestone 25 - Keep the gender pressure">><</if>><<if visited("LeoMall") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Masc/Fem Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $Leo lt 30>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 30 - Become closer friends.">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 30 or $alphabeta lte -30>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 30 - Check friendship events.">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Fem Milestone 25 - Keep the gender pressure">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("leogen3")>><<dark "☑" "Masc/Fem Milestone 35 - Achieved">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 35 or $alphabeta lte -35>><<link "☐">><<set $leomessage to 6>><<replace "#info">><<light Leo>> sent us a message! Let's check it out.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "☐" "Masc/Fem Milestone 35 - Keep the gender pressure">><</if>><<if $alphabeta lte -35 and $friendsevents.count("LeoFem35") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Leo Femininity 35 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<dark "■" "Leo Femininity 35 - Going the masculine path">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35")>><<dark "☑" "Leo Femininity 35 - Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Leo Femininity 35 - Turn him more feminine">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("EvaLeo") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Ancient Theater") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Ancient Theater Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Ancient Theater Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Biology and Bodies") lt 2>><<dark "☐" "Biology and Bodies Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Biology and Bodies Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Genitalia and Differences") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Genitalia and Differences Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Genitalia and Differences Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 0>><<dark "☐" "Music Video Dancing Class - Unfinished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 1>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Dancing Class - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<dark "■" "Chose another team for the Music Video Project">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Group choice for next month.">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if $leoworkout gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Leo Workout - Unlocked">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Leo Workout - Suggest it at school">><</if>> <<if $leoworkout gte 1>><<if visited("LW Into Him") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Him - First Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Him - First Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Into Him") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Him - Second Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Him - Second Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Into Him") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Him - Third Session Finished">><<elseif visited("LW Into Him") gte 2 and visited("LW Lockers") is 0>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Him - Achieve Masc/Fem Milestone 10 First">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Him - Third Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Gluting") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "LW Gluting - First Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Gluting - First Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Gluting") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "LW Gluting - Second Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Gluting - Second Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Gluting") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "LW Gluting - Third Session Finished">><<elseif visited("LW Gluting") gte 2 and $leoevent lt 2>><<dark "☐" "LW Gluting - Achieve Friendship Milestone 20 First">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Gluting - Third Session Unfinished">><</if>> <</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>> <<if $group2 is "Eva and Leo" and visited("Group Project 2") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Project - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Unfinished">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Upcoming Month">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "Music Video Project - Chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center>

<<pichead "events/leoevents/panties.jpg" "A pantiful talk">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>> <<light Leo>> seemed nervous as he approached me in the school's hallways, wanting to talk. I smiled at him as I greeted him. <<s Leo>>Hey about last time at the gym...<</s>> <<s Author>>Don't mention it, anything for a friend.<</s>> He smiled sweetly. <<s Leo>>I cleaned the... garment. It's in my bag.<</s>> <<light Leo>> was blushing, I couldn't help but smile at him. <<s Author>>No it's okay you can keep it. You never know when's the next time you might need it because yours are missing.<</s>> I teased, and he turned a new shade of deeper red. <<s Leo>>I... I won't need to... But I guess...<</s>> <<s Author>>Hey Leo. It's weird for me to wear it again after it touched your balls. It's yours.<</s>> He gave a shuckle, then nodded. <<s Leo>>Okay... okay deal that makes sense.<</s>> Leaving it at that, we each headed in our own direction. I was smiling to myself at this recent advancement with his naughty little secret. <<link "Move along" $return>><<add "Leo" 3>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</link>>

<center><img src='images/events/leoevents/panty-line.jpg' width='50%'></center> As I made my way across the corridors, I noticed <<light Leo>> placing his books in his locker, facing away from me. My eyes drifted over his improved figure, as they landed on the underwear line behind his pants. He was unmistakably wearing tight clothes with a clear pantyline. I had to check. <<s Author>>Hey friend, how's it going?<</s>> I approached him, he had a small jolt as he didn't expect my approach. <<s Leo>>Why do you always like sneaking up on me?<</s>> <<s Author>>Someone's on edge!<</s>> I smiled, <<s Author>>Can I ask you a question?<</s>> I looked around to check no one was listening to us. <<s Leo>>Of course, what is it?<</s>> He had closed the locker door and turned to face me. <<s Author>>How do they feel?<</s>> I saw recognition in his eyes for but a moment, before he switched to a denying face: <<s Leo>>How does what feel?<</s>> <<s Author>>Snug, comfortable. Right?<</s>> I asked, urging him to agree. He looked at me in the eyes, took a breather, then spoke. <<s Leo>>Yes. They feel good.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm glad you like them.<</s>> <<if $leoevent lt 3>><<s Author>>Maybe some day I can help you pick up some of your own, new ones.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I... I'd like that.<</s>> He admitted, blushing slightly but also grateful in the tone of his voice.<<else>>He blushed slightly but looked grateful in the way his eyes glinted.<</if>> I nodded at him, then took my leave. I couldn't wait to keep helping him out of his shell like that! <<link "Leave" "School">><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><</link>>

<div id='LeoMall'><center><<pichead "locations/mall.jpg">> <<include "LM Random">><<if visited("LM lisaespana") gte 1>><<dark "Lisa Espana's Underwear" "Already went here">><<else>><<link "Lisa Espana's Underwear" "LM lisaespana">><</link>><</if>> | <<if visited("LM pablorabonne") gte 1>><<dark "Pablo Rabonne Clothing" "Already went here">><<else>><<link "Pablo Rabonne Clothing" "LM pablorabonne">><</link>><</if>> | <<if visited("LM creamart") gte 1>><<dark "Cream Art Coffee" "Already went here">><<else>><<link "Cream Art Coffee" "LM creamart">><</link>><</if>> | <<if visited("LM bloomnrose") gte 1>><<dark "Bloom & Rose" "Already went here">><<else>><<link "Bloom & Rose" "LM bloomnrose">><</link>><</if>> <<if visited("LM rest") gte 1>><<dark "Rest for a bit" "Already did that">><<elseif visited("LM pablorabonne") gte 1>><<link "Rest for a bit" "LM rest">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Rest for a bit" "We're not tired yet">><</if>> <<link "Done for the day">><<replace "#LeoMall">>I have had enough fun with my friend <<light Leo>>, ready to move on with my day. <<s Author>>Hey Leo, hope you enjoyed yourself.<</s>> I hugged him as we were getting ready to separate. <<s Leo>>It was more than I could hope for. Thank you.<</s>> He announced, hugging me back, tightly. <<s Author>>I can't wait to see you in your new clothes!<</s>> I announced, eager to see how he'd turn out. <<s Leo>>Me neither.<</s>> He smiled, before we each headed our own way. <<if visited("LM creamart") gte 1>><<s Author>>And don't forget to give that guy a call!<</s>> I shouted as I moved away, seeing him blush at the reminder.<</if>> //Today was a good day.// <<link "Leave" "Mall">><<addtime>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></center> </div>

<<if visited("LeoMall") is 1>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">><<s Leo>>Hey friend! What's on the plan for today?<</s>> Leo greeted me with a smile. <<s Author>>There's a lot to choose from. Don't worry, you'll be a changed person by the end of this.<</s>><</RE>> <<elseif visited("LeoMall") is 3>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">>Our time together is bringing us closer, and I feel myself warming up to my friend.<<add "Leo" 1>><</RE>> <<elseif visited("LM creamart") gte 1 and $friendsevents.count("leoreacttoca") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "leoreacttoca" 1>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">><<light Leo>> is beeming with confidence after the latest encounter at Creamart Coffee.<</RE>> <<elseif visited("LM pablorabonne") gte 1 and $friendsevents.count("leodapper") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "leodapper" 1>><<if $alphabeta gte 30>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">><<light Leo>> looks amazing in his new clothing, a handsome sight indeed!<</RE>><<else>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">><<light Leo>> looks amazing in his new clothing, an attractive sight indeed!<</RE>><</if>> <<else>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">>Spending time with my friend, we try to see what our next stop would be...<</RE>><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/creamart.jpg">> Arriving at Cream Art, <<if $work.has("creamart")>>my place of employment, <</if>>we grab ourselves a seat a bit deeper in the place after ordering our drinks. <<s Author>>So how are things with the parents?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Same old. It's nice that you asked me out, I was definitely going to see them argue over nothing had I stayed.<</s>> He commented, nursing his drink slowly. <<s Author>>That bad, huh?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Sometimes I wish they were divorced, things would've been a lot easier if they were.<</s>> He spoke honestly, and I could feel pain in his tone. <<s Leo>>Alas, I'm one of the lucky few with parents still together, a perfect household!<</s>> He joked. <<light Leo>> seemed to always find humor in the situations he found himself in. We had that in common. Spending the next few moments drinking and enjoying the vibes, we let time pass for a while. I looked behind him, and noticed someone eyeing him up. The dude was a twink, just like my friend, and seemed to have taken an interest in him. He noticed me looking. I smiled at him. <<s Leo>>What are you smiling at?<</s>> My friend asked, intrigued. <<s Author>>Don't turn just yet, but someone has taken a liking to you.<</s>> <<light Leo>>'s eyebrow raised. He was intrigued. Slowly, he adjusted his seating to have a look. <<s Leo>>Who?<</s>> He was curious. <<s Author>>The twink in the red shirt.<</s>> I answered, just as the stranger noticed the two of us looking at him. <<light Leo>> worriedly averted his eyes. The twink approached. <<s stranger>>Hey I'm sorry for this approach but you're... Really pretty. I figured I'd give you my number. I don't usually do that but like... You're hot.<</s>> He explained. <<light Leo>> turned a few shades of red, almost as striking as the shirt the stranger wore. I smiled at the whole story developping in front of us. As the guy left and <<light Leo>> looked at the number he received from him, I interjected: <<s Author>>Are you going to give him a call?<</s>> <<s Leo>>I don't know...<</s>> <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>>

<<s Leo>>You know, I've never been on a date...<</s>> <<light Leo>> and I were seated on a bench, watching people pass us by as we took a breather from our shopping. <<s Author>>That's not the end of the world. Besides, with your new clothes it won't be long before you do.<</s>> I smiled at him, confident about his improved appearance. <<s Leo>>Yeah I know, but I figured it'd happen by now...<</s>> He took a moment, before asking, <<s Leo>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Author>>What about me?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Anyone in particular looking at you or that you're interested in?<</s>> <div id='choices'><<if $Eric gte 20>><<link "Eric has been trying to get close.">><<add "Eric" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Well honestly, Eric has been trying to get close to me.<</s>> <<s Leo>>What's his story by the way? He appeared sort of out of nowhere...<</s>> My friend commented. <<s Author>>We used to go to the same middle school. He used to be a nerd sort of. Bullied, to the sides.<</s>> I made a trip down memory lane, remembering those moments. <<s Author>>He left with his mother elsewhere when his parents separated, and apparently had to do a lot to help her live.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You seem to be fond of him too.<</s>> I noticed that my gaze was distant as I recalled what he'd told me. <<s Author>>Well there's something about him, I don't know really.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Wouldn't be bad to try it out, don't you think? It should be interesting.<</s>> My friend recommended, smiling at me. <<s Author>>Only if you're open to finding partners of your own!<</s>> I challenged him back. <<s Leo>>I am, I am!<</s>> He shot back almost immediately. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eric has been trying to get close." "He hasn't, not close enough">><</if>> <<if $Bekham gte 7>><<link "There's this professor...">><<add "Bekham" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>This might sound weird, but there's... I don't know how to say this.<</s>> <<s Leo>>You know I'd be the last oen to judge.<</s>> I looked at him. <<s Author>>There's something about Mr. Bekham, the way he speaks and portrays himself...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Mr. Bekham? The philosopy professor?<</s>> I averted my gaze. <<s Author>>I don't know what it is, but his ideas, the way he speaks, his character... There's something enigmatic and charismatic there.<</s>> He looked at me, and I could feel his eyes bore through me. <<s Leo>>No judgement. It does make sense though.<</s>> I frowned at him. <<s Leo>>He's a strong authoritative figure who likes to be in control. What is there not to like?<</s>> He explained. There was obviously more to it and he was obviously thinking of more, but decided not to share it. <<s Leo>>Though I doubt anything will come out of it.<</s>> <<s Author>>I know... But a girl can hope right?<</s>> I smiled softly, imagining him holding me in his arms. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "There's this professor..." "Not close enough to Mr. Bekham">><</if>> <<if $bisex gte 8>><<link "My eyes are wandering...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Honestly, there's so much beauty in the world I am finding a hard time keeping my eyes to myself.<</s>> I shared, feeling vulnerable. <<s Leo>>I get that. There's so many pretty people.<</s>> <<s Author>>Right? Why do both girls and guys have to be so hot?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Are you saying you're bi?<</s>> <<s Author>>I honestly don't know anymore. I mean have you seen my friends?<</s>> He smiled at me. <<s Leo>>I totally get you. Women are pretty.<</s>> I smiled back at him. It was a bit of a relief to be sharing this side of me with someone. Was I really bi? <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "My eyes are wandering..." "Not bisexual enough">><</if>> <<link "I'm feeling independent lately.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Actually no. I've been feeling quite independent lately.<</s>> I honestly shared with my friend, who raised an eyebrow. <<s Leo>>What no one?<</s>> <<s Author>>For all I know, no one's interested in me. So I'm not one to blame.<</s>> I shared, <<s Author>>But then again, we could be on a date right now and I wouldn't be aware of it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Neither would I be.<</s>> He took a moment before realizing: <<s Leo>>Are we on a date?<</s>> He looked at me stunned. I looked back. We started laughing. <<s Author>>It doesn't matter, so long as it's fun, right?<</s>> <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/lisaespana.jpg">> I took <<light Leo>> to Lisa Espana, and his reaction was almost immediate. <<s Leo>>Wait what? Why are we here?<</s>> He worriedly asked, looking around at the huge collection of underwear that the place displayed. <<s Author>>Relax. No one will see us if we're quick, so let's make it quick. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>>Besides, we're not here for panties or other stuff. We're here to get you into high quality male underwear.<</if>><</s>> Convinced, <<light Leo>> rushed in with me to the interior of the shop, allowing his eyes to gaze over the different items on display. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I teased him. <<s Leo>>Eum... Yeah I'm imagining a girl in any of these, she'd look hot.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sure you are.<</s>> I teased him as we made our way to the display I had in mind for him. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>>Men often didn't know that there was a huge variety of options for them to be well dressed and also feel comfortable. I showed <<light Leo>> the item I had picked up for him. The soft material of the underwear contrasted with its striking appearance, a powerful statement for anyone that saw it. <<light Leo>> was immediately impressed by the way it looked. <<s Leo>>There's stuff like that for men?<</s>> <<s Author>>Looking good isn't something reserved for women, you know. Feel the material.<</s>> <<light Leo>> put his hand out and touched the fabric, immediately lighting up as he realized how good it felt. <<s Leo>>Woah.<</s>> <<if visited("LW Lockers")>><<s Author>>And who knows, maybe next time you won't forget it while we work out.<</s>> I joked, alluding to our recent mishap at the gym.<</if>> <<s Author>>What's more,<</s>> I continued, <<s Author>>Is that this fabric is completely sweat absorbant and shaffing-free. It will keep you safe in any physically straining activity you might be in.<</s>> He was immediately sold on the idea, and figured he had to give it a try. Buying the material, <<light Leo>> rushed me back outside, not wanting to be seen by people there. //What a scaredy cat!// <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>>I stood him in front of the beautiful display of panties, ushering him towards them. <<s Author>>It's time we get you out of your shell.<</s>> He looked at me, incredulous. <<s Leo>>Isn't this taking it a bit too far?<</s>> He asked. <<s Author>>Leo, we both know that you're more feminine than most and that you would looks great in any of these.<</s>> I started, before elaborating, <<s Author>>Your journey needs a push, and I am willing to be the one to push you in that direction. I know it's scary, but this is who you were meant to be.<</s>> He looked at me, and I could see fear in his eyes. He wasn't sure that this was the right option for him, understandibly. <<s Author>>It wouldn't hurt to try, but I bet you the material will feel much better than anything you currently wear.<</s>> I encouraged him further. <<s Leo>>You think so?<</s>> <<s Author>>I know so, Leo. This stuff is so comfortable you will only want to wear it from now on. And let's be hoenst, you'd look amazing in them.<</s>> I pushed him even further. He thought about it for a moment, before accepting the offer. <<s Leo>>Let's see what there is here then.<</s>> I smiled to myself as he started looking at the material. Eventually, he settled on a tame, black number that would entirely cover him, almost normal in appearance. I had the choice to chip in and buy him another one, one I'd want to see him try. <div id='choices'><<if $money gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Buy him the thong">><<less "money" 25>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/leoevents/mall-dressup.jpg">>I chose to push him further. What was the point of this shopping trip if he didn't really challenge himself? <<s Author>>I'm buying you this one. I know you've been eyeing it up.<</s>> I announced. Not daring to argue, he simply blushed, an admittance of his wandering eyes and eager soul. I pay the amount and give him the piece of fabric. <<s Author>>You better rock this one soon. You'll see, thongs are the best.<</s>> I tease him, heading outside and to our next destination. Looking back, I see him walk out of the place confidently, a shy smile on his face, appreciative of my gesture. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Buy him the thong" "Not enough money">><</if>> <<link "At least he got something already">><<replace "#choices">>Choosing to ignore the urge to push him further, and still glad he made this choice himself and accepted buying such clothing, I pass up on the option and bring him outside, to our next destination. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/pablorabonne.jpg">> We entered the store I frequently visited, ready to get our shopping on, as <<light Leo>> hesitantly looked at the items on display. <<s Leo>>This place seems to be a bit too... Hip for my taste.<</s>> I looked at him, before choosing to confront him about that. <<s Author>>There's nothing wrong with experimenting and trying to find your style. This place will have exactly what you need to make it work.<</s>> I said, grabbing his hand and taking him to the space I knew he'd fit in most. <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<s Leo>>Crop-tops? Seriously?<</s>> He didn't quite agree with my choice, understandibly so. <<s Author>>There's options here that can fit you, but also show off your new toned body.<</s>> I explained, <<s Author>>Being afraid of fashion is what separates men, and knowing how to use fashion to your advantage will make a handsome man out of you.<</s>> I took him to the options that suited him most: <<s Author>>Look, here. Don't tell me this is feminine.<</s>> Indeed, the article of clothing, although a crop-top, was all but feminine. He looked at it with a skeptical eye, trying to find somethign to argue about. <<s Author>>If there's one thing that you should know by now, it's that there is not one way to be masculine. I'm sure you've figured out that you can't quite follow the lead of whatever these dumbos at school think is right. You need to define your own self.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Through crop-tops?<</s>> He asked. <<s Author>>Yes, even through crop-tops.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Why don't you try to define your own self, then?<</s>> He asked, turning the tables on me. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> I asked, curious. <<s Leo>>I mean you dress in a very conservative, feminine way. If you're willing to try something different, I'll wear that crop-top for you.<</s>> He had me there. I gave it a thought. <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 30 and $money gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>I accept">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<less "money" 30>><<replace "#choices">>It wouldn't be so bad to try out something new. And it's not like I wouldn't be getting what I want out of it, right? <<s Author>>You've got yourself a deal.<</s>> I announced. Choosing the clothing for one another, we each headed into a locker room to put on the article of clothing the other person chose for us. <<s Author>>This looks weird!<</s>> I shouted from inside my room. <<s Leo>>You're the one talking! I look ridiculous.<</s>> <<s Author>>Let's just get out and see.<</s>> I headed out. His door was still closed. Moments later, he calmly made it out. We looked at one another, each pretty uncomfortable in our clothing, yet noticing the other person's appreciation of what we wore we slowly grew more comfortable in our clothing. <<s Leo>>I'm not gonna lie...<</s>> <<s Author>>You look good in this.<</s>> We completed each other's sentences as we looked at one another. I turned towards the nearby mirror, followed by him doing the same. We looked at the two of us rocking our new clothing. <<s Author>>We might actually make this work!<</s>> Trying on a few other iterations of the outfit, we eventually settled on a particular one we liked. We paid for our clothing before heading outside, ready to face what came next. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<elseif $money gte 30>><<dark "I accept" "Not open <img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><<elseif $open gte 30>><<dark "I accept" "Not enough money<img src='images/icons/cash.png'>">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Convince him otherwise">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wasn't about to let him manipulate me like that. I went on the psychological offensive. <<s Author>>What, are you worried you'd not be good enough in any of those clothes? That you'd look weird, unmasculine?<</s>> <<s Leo>>Well yeah, kinda?<</s>> <<s Author>>That in itself is a weak approach, Leo. So afraid of femininity you're almost being feminine.<</s>> I was triggered by his arrogance, and needed to put him in his place. He was at a loss for words. <<s Author>>Seriously, I thought you had outgrown this phase, but it seems you're just the same.<</s>> <<s Leo>>I'm not.<</s>> I put out the article of clothing I had chosen to him. <<s Author>>Prove it.<</s>> He grabbed it and went in to change and re-dress. I waited patiently as he went through it. <<s Leo>>I look ridiculous.<</s>> He called out from behind the curtain. <<s Author>>I'll be the judge of that. Why don't you come out?<</s>> I called back to him. A few pregnant moments later, he moved the curtain aside and walked out, showing me what he looked like. <<picmid "events/leoevents/mascundies.jpg">> He wasn't the most masculine (there was still a lot to be hoped for, physically), but there was no denying that he was a man in this clothing. <<s Author>>It's not that bad, Leo. It might not be the perfect style for you, but you do make it work.<</s>> I announced, appreciating the way he looked. <<s Leo>>You really think so?<</s>> <<s Author>>Look at yourself in the mirror, take it in. You are a man who knows how to appreciate alternative fashion. If anything, Julio would be proud of what he'd see.<</s>> I encouraged him, seeing his smile. <<s Leo>>You have a point there.<</s>> He commented. Eventually, <<light Leo>> was convinced to buy the article of clothing. I smiled as I ushered him on to the next step of our adventure. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Convince him otherwise" "Not dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Let's just move on.">><<replace "#choices">>Choosing not to engage with this newfound challenge, I ignore his taunting and simply decide to move on. <<s Author>>Well if you're not willing to try this, it's your loss. Let's just move on.<</s>> I announced, starting to head out. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -20>>We reached the space where pants were placed, skin-tight, hight waisted pants. <<s Leo>>What's the meaning of this? Pants?<</s>> <<s Author>>Not just any pants. The kind that will help you enhance your figure and really show off the effort you've been putting into looking good recently.<</s>> I explained, starting to look at options. <<s Author>>Hey what's your waist size?<</s>> I asked him, trying to find the perfect match for him. <<s Leo>>Waist size?<</s>> He asked, not understanding the implications. <<s Leo>>Why would I know?<</s>> <<s Author>>Any fashionable individual needs to know their measurements, Leo!<</s>> I approached him, hooking my hand in his pants, turning them over to see their size. <<picmid "events/leoevents/panties.jpg" "Leo's worn panties">> What I revealed was the panties I had lended him. He looked at me shyly. <<s Leo>>They feel good.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm proud of you trying things out, Leo.<</s>> I said reassuringly, before going back to look at the waist of his pants. <<s Author>>Okay, this one has a high waist and I think will be able to fit you even when you grow a bit more muscular.<</s>> I handed him the article of clothing, before ushering him into the changing room. <<s Author>>Put it on and come out so we can see how good you look!<</s>> I patiently waited for a while, before he opened the curtain to show me what he looked like. <<picmid "events/leoevents/leo-assinjeans.jpg">> His new pants fit him so well, revealing slightly the pantyline underneath. <<s Leo>>Are you sure this is the right size? It feels a bit tight.<</s>> <<s Author>>It's supposed to feel like that. Doesn't it feel nice to feel hugged by your clothes like that?<</s>> I commented, turning him around to check his ass. It looked amazing in his tight pants. I'd have been jealous if I didn't pack a nice one of my own. <<s Author>>You look amazing, you'll definitely turn a couple of eyes as you walk out of here.<</s>> I announced. <<s Leo>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Author>>I mean you're wearing this out, Leo. It looks amazing on you!<</s>> I gave him a slap on the ass, and he jumped with a yelp. <<s Leo>>Ouch!<</s>> I smiled at him. <<s Author>>I couldn't stop myself, you look so good in this.<</s>> He blushed. <<s Leo>>I really do... I'd do me.<</s>> He looked at his ass in the mirror. I smiled wide at his admission. <<s Author>>I'd do you too.<</s>> I quipped back. <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/bloomnrose.jpg">> <<light Leo>> walks with me into Bloom & Rose, the local beauty parlor. Weirdly, he doesn't argue the visit of this pretty feminine location. <<s Author>>What, no arguments this time?<</s>> I tease him. <<s Leo>>I often visit this place with my mom whenever she feels like a makeover, so doesn't really deter me...<</s>> A clerk approaches us. <<s stranger>>Hey Leo.<</s>>, immediately recognizing my friend. <<s Leo>>Hey Natasha.<</s>> I immediately interjected. <<s Author>>My friend here would like a makeover.<</s>> <<light Leo>> looked at me confused. <<s Leo>>I thought we were here for you?<</s>> I addressed the clerk. <<s Author>>I think Leo here needs a change, a new hairstyle or character maybe. Something more in tune with who he is.<</s>> I announced. She smiled at me. <<s stranger>>Of course! Come along now.<</s>> She ushered <<light Leo>> over to one of the seats, having him take it. <<s stranger>>So... Let's see what we can do here...<</s>> She looked him up. I had the opportunity to offer my insight on the matter.<img src='images/events/leoevents/feminine-leo.jpg' width='50%'><img src='images/events/leoevents/masculine-leo.jpg' width='50%'> <div id='choices'><<if $alphabeta lte -20>><<link "Feminine option">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>The lady got to work on my friend's hair, applying the color and giving it the shape and curles it needed. Throughout, <<light Leo>> saw his slow transformation into a more attractive version of himself. <<s Author>>Like what you see?<</s>> I asked him teasingly. He smiled. <<s Leo>>I look.. Nice.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Girl you look hot! I don't do nice!<</s>> The worker commented, eliciting a laugh from us. <<s Leo>>I look hot.<</s>> He admitted to himself. //He's been growing into himself quite well lately.// <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "feminine option" "Not feminine <img src='images/icons/fem.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Neutral Option">><<replace "#choices">>Making a soft choice that would enhance his features without taking him too much into a specific direction, I helped my friend into his makeover, his long hair still his main feature while it got remoddled into a cleaner version. By the end of it, he looked quite striking. <<s Author>>You always had that natural beauty.<</s>> I commented. <<s stranger>>And now it shows.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Thanks!<</s>> He was appreciative of the work that took place. //He's been growing into himself quite well lately.// <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<if $alphabeta gte 20>><<link "Masculine option">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Our guy, for once, took the scisors to his hair and accepted that they be cut shorter than they were, his new style creating a striking appearance that made him look immediately more masculine. <<s Author>>You look really good!<</s>> I complimented him. <<s Leo>>I feel good! I like this!<</s>> He commented, appreciating his new hot looks. I smiled at my friend as we headed out of the place, eager to see where our adventure would take us next. //He's been growing into himself quite well lately.// <<link "Leave" "LeoMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "masculine option" "Not masculine <img src='images/icons/masc.png'> enough">><</if>></div>

<<if $leomessage is 0>>There are no messages from<<light Leo>>right now. <<link "go back" "Messages">><</link>><<elseif $leomessage is 1>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey friend! How are you doing?<</me>><<them>>I'm doing fine, and you?<</them>><<me>>All good. I've been meaning to ask you something...<</me>><<them>>Sure go ahead.<</them>><<me>><<light Julio>> reached out to me, and asked if we could reconsider the costumes we were choosing for the presentation.<</me>><<them>><<if $costumechoice is 5>>But we worked so hard to get to this point... Imagine <<light Yara>>'s positive reaction.<<elseif $costumechoice is 6>>But you and I are really interested in being these philosophers. Imagine Mr. <<light Bekham>>'s positive reaction.<</if>><</them>><<me>>We didn't make that choice to please people that wouldn't add to the grade!<</me>><<them>>Yes but still, it would be nice to make a statement like that...<</them>><<me>>It means a lot to <<light Julio>> though...<</me>><<them>>You have a point there...<</them>>Do I convince Leo of changing the costume idea? <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Hit the nail">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set $choicechange1 to 2>><<set $costumechoice to 7>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Come on <<light Leo>>! It would mean the world to him!<</me>><<them>>Okay okay, you're right. Let's do this.<</them>><<me>>I knew you'd accept. Thanks friend!<</me>><<them>>Yeah yeah, whatever. See you at school!<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Let the moment pass">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<set $choicechange1 to 0>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>As you wish, <<light Leo>>, the choice is yours.<</me>><<them>>I'm not comfortable doing this, sorry<</them>><<me>>I understand. At least I tried.<</me>><<them>>Sorry. See you at school.<</them>><<me>>See you.<</me>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $leomessage is 2>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey friend! How's it going?<</me>><<them>>Hey <<print $name>>. All is well.<</them>><<me>>So I've been thinking...<</me>><<them>>What is it?<</them>><<me>><<light Julio>> reached out about the costumes, and he had a great idea.<</me>><<them>>Oh?<</them>><<me>>What do you think about dressing up as the second class citizen?<</me>><<them>>What? What do you mean?<</them>><<me>>I mean switching roles, doing something out of the box.<</me>><<them>>I can't believe he actually convinced you to talk to me about this.<</them>><<me>>Yes, it's unusual, I know.<</me>><<them>>Unusual is putting it mildly.<</them>><<me>>But imagine the impact it would have on the whole class! I'm sure the grade will also reflect that!<</me>><<them>>I don't know...<</them>><<mecon>>Weren't you the one that talked a while ago about not having the opportunity to redefine yourself?<</mecon>><<me>><<if $alphabeta lt 0>><br>Besides, you do have the body for it.<<else>>Here it is!<</if>><</me>><<them>>Are you sure that it would be the right move?<</them>>Do we convince Leo of dressing up as the second class citizen and switch things up? <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Hit the nail">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<set $choicechange1 to 1>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<if $costumechoice is 7>><<set $costumechoice to 8>><<else>><<set $leocostume to true>><</if>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Come on, you know you at least want to try it out!<</me>><<them>>You're right...<</them>><<me>>Then what are you waiting for? Don't let time pass you by! Go for it!<</me>><<them>>Alright yes okay. I'll tell him I agree.<</them>><<me>>You're gonna look so cool!<</me>><<them>>Hahaha thanks. I hope so...<</them>><<me>>See you later!<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Let the moment pass">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<set $choicechange1 to 0>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Look, at the end of the day, it's up to you.<</me>><<them>>I'm not sure this is the way to go for me, <<print $name>>. Sorry.<</them>><<me>>I understand. <<light Julio>> was just really excited about this.<</me>><<them>>It's okay, he'll get over it.<</them>><<me>>I see. Got to go.<</me>><<them>>Goodbye <<print $name>>.<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>> <<elseif $leomessage is 3>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey friend!<</me>><<them>>Hey <<print $name>>! How are you doing?<</them>><img src="images/social-media/bnwo5.jpg" width="100%"><<me>>What do you think?<</me>><<them>>Eum... What am I supposed to think? She's pretty.<</them>><<me>>Yes, she really is. Inspirational, no?<</me>><<if $alphabeta lt 0>><<them>>Sure...<</them>><<me>>Sure what?<</me>><<them>>They seem happy with each other.<</them>><<me>>She's trans actually. And with a hot black dude.<</me>><<them>>Yeah I can see that...<</them>><<me>>Hot, isn't she?<</me>><<them>>Yeah...<</them>><<me>>You can be too. If you put your mind to it.<</me>><<them>>Eum thanks...<</them>><div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Antagonize him">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Don't you want to be with a hung black man like that?<</me>><<them>>Not really... It doesn't have to be sexual you know...<</them>><<me>>You're right, but seeing you in her place would be hot...<</me>><<them>>To you maybe...<br>I gotta go.<</them>><<me>>Ok bye.<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Motivate him">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I'm serious, you've been glowing lately and really coming to terms with your truth. It's great to see!<</me>><<themcon>>...<</themcon>><<them>>I really appreciate that...<</them>><<me>>I can imagine you in a bikini. It would be amazing!<</me>><<them>>Seriously?<</them>><<me>>Omg <<light Leo>> yes! You'd look glorious!<</me>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<them>>Sure is! I can nail someone like that!<</them>><<me>>You mean the boy?<</me>><<themcon>>No I mean the girl.<</themcon>><<them>>Both, even :P<</them>><<me>>She's trans <<light Leo>><</me>><<them>>So what? Doesn't change the fact that she's hot.<</them>><<me>>Fair... Nice to see you're open to that.<</me>><<them>>Why, are you thinking of linking me to a trans girl? :P<</them>><<me>>Hahaha maybe... Talk to you later!<</me>><</if>><</messaging>> <<elseif $leomessage is 4>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey friend, how are you feeling now?<</me>><<them>>Hey! Better.<</them>><<mecon>>That's good to hear.<</mecon>><<me>>Have you thought about telling the school about what happened?<</me>><<them>>You know they wouldn't do anything about it.<</them>><<me>>Wouldn't hurt to try...<</me>><<them>>And get attacked outside of school?<</them>><<me>>You make a valid point.<</me>><<them>>I know, I'm smart.<</them>><<mecon>>LOL.<</mecon>><<me>>Either way, be safe.<</me>><<them>>Next time, I'll be smarter.<</them>><<me>>attaboy!<</me>><<them>> :) <</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 5>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<pickup $valentine 'Leo Talk 1' 1>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey friend, ready for school?<</me>><<them>>Hey! Yeah.<</them>><<me>>You've been feeling off lately, all good?<</me>><<them>>Yeah it's fine... It's just this whole valentine month is too much to bear.<</them>><<me>>It's the season of love!<</me>><<them>>That's what everyone says. It's just all stupid.<</them>><<me>>Why do you say that?<</me>><<themcon>>Forget it.<</themcon>><<them>>Gotta go, dad's calling.<</them>><<mecon>>Bye Leo.<</mecon>><<me>>Take care<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 6>><<pickup $friendsevents "leogen3" 1>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<messaging Leo>><<themcon>>Hey <<print $name>>.<</themcon>><<them>> Need your opinion on something.<</them>><<me>>Hey <<light Leo>>. What's up?<</me>><<them>>I feel like sharing something here, but I don't know if that's okay.<</them>><<me>>Of course it is. Would you rather it be live?<</me>><<themcon>>I don't think I am capable of taking this live.<</themcon>><<them>>I'd rather it be here.<</them>><<mecon>>Got it.<</mecon>><<me>>What is it?<</me>><<them>>I've been trying stuff, experimenting.<</them>><<me>>That's great, and?<</me>><<them>>And I want your opinion on something I've tried...<</them>><<me>>Show!<</me>><<them>>No judgement though. I want your honest opinion.<</them>><<if $alphabeta gte 25>><<them>><img src='images/events/leoevents/masculine-leo.jpg' width='80%'><</them>><<me>><<light Leo>> you look so cool in this.<</me>><<them>>Really?<</them>><<me>>Yes, really. You look really handsome.<</me>><<them>>So it's a go?<</them>><<me>>Of course it is. It suits you well.<</me>><<them>>Thank you <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>Hey don't mention it. It's nice to finally see you grow into your true self!<</me>><<them>>I'm so thankful. You've helped me a lot in growing into this person you see here.<</them>><<me>>It was amazing to see you grow like that. I'm proud.<</me>><<else>><<them>><img src='images/events/leoevents/outfit-bought.jpg' width='80%'><</them>><<me>><<light Leo>>! You look so cute!<</me>><<them>>Really?<</them>><<me>>Yes, really! You look super adorable in these clothes!<</me>><<them>>I don't look weird, or fake?<</them>><<me>>These clothes would've suited you years ago. They suit you even more now. You look sublime.<</me>><<them>>I don't know what to say...<</them>><<me>>You don't need to say anything. I hope to see you in those in public soon!<</me>><<them>>I think I'll stick to panties for now.<</them>><<me>>Only panties?<</me>><<themcon>>Yeah...<</themcon>><<them>>For now.<</them>><<mecon>>We'll see in a week.<</mecon>><<me>>You'll be the prettiest girl out there!<</me>><</if>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 7 and $day is 6>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<set $leomessagepost to 7>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>What are you doing right now?<</me>><<them>>Nothing important, why?<</them>><<me>>We're going shopping. You and I.<</me>><<them>>Seriously?<</them>><<me>>Of course! It was about time we got you new clothes, with everything that's been happening with you.<</me>><<them>>You're right... See you at the mall?<</them>><<me>>See you, sexy!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 7>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<set $leomessagepre to 7>><<messaging Leo>><<me>>What are you doing this upcoming Saturday afternoon?<</me>><<them>>I don't think I have plans, why?<</them>><<me>>We're going shopping. You and I.<</me>><<them>>Seriously?<</them>><<me>>Of course! It was about time we got you new clothes, with everything that's been happening with you.<</me>><<them>>You're right... I'll see you saturday then.<</them>><<me>>See you, sexy!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 8>><<set $leomessage to 0>><<messaging Leo>><<themcon>>Hey friend!<</themcon>><<them>>Can I get your opinion on something?<</them>><<me>>I'm jogging but sure<</me>><<themcon>>Look at you go!<</themcon>><<themcon>><<pichead "workout/leo-athlete.jpg" "Leo's new clothes">><</themcon>><<them>>What do you think of my latest gym clothes?<</them>><<me>>Woah <<light Leo>>! You look amazing!<</me>><<them>>I have a great mentor!<</them>><<me>>No. This is all you!<</me>><<them>>Thanks <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>Gotta go back to my run.<</me>><<them>>TTYL<</them>><<me>>See ya!<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $leomessage is 9>><<goto "Management">><<themcon>>Hey <<print $name>>!<</themcon>><<themcon>>After our last workout...<</themcon>><<them>>Guess what I bought...<</them>><<me>>You did not!<</me>><<them>>It's hot. I did.<</them>><<me>>Wow. I did not expect it.<</me>><<them>>Hehehehe<</them>><<me>>Show me.<</me>><<themcon>>Are you sure?<</themcon>><<them>>It's quite graphic...<</them>><<me>>Yes, Leo.<</me>><<themcon>>Alright...<</themcon>><<them>><<vid "workout/leo-buttplug.mp4">><</them>><<me>>Holy shit!<</me>><<them>>Do you like it?<</them>><<me>>That's fucking hot, Leo! Wow!<</me>><<them>>Thanks, I'm glad you like it!<</them>><<me>>Here's hoping you get used to it, and wear it to the gym next time ;)<</me>><<messaging Leo>><</messaging>><<else>>There are no messages from <<light Leo>> right now.<</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission7-1.jpg">> There I stood, in my lingerie, awaiting the mysterious man's messages, hoping he'd reply soon, let me know I did a good job. I felt seen and unseen at the same time, nothing from his profile telling me whether he was looking at my picture, whether he got a notification, whether he was ignoring me... I looked back at the picture I had taken... I looked good, right? I felt I looked good... I did a good job... Maybe now would not be the time for him to answer me... As my hands drifted to start removing the clothing I had chosen, the phone gave off its familiar *ping*. I rushed to look at it, thinking of a man without a face behind the other side of the screen, talking to me directly. <<s Slifire>>That's a good looking picture. I like the additions.<</s>> I looked at the stranger's words. He was with me in the room, admiring the way I was dressed. <<s Author>>Thank you. I aim to please.<</s>> I said, trying to catch my breath. Sure, I've been more experimental in these past couple of months, but there was something oddly electric about my interactions with Slifire, something unsaid that created that unmistakable heat... <<s Slifire>>But is that really all you'll be sharing with me today? I'm sure you want to reveal more...<</s>> He was teasing me! He was making it clear what he wanted, but was making me want it instead? Want to give him what he asked for? And somehow, some part of his tricks was working on me... <<s Author>>What do you want to see?<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Surprise me.<</s>> The man was masterful. He knew how to switch things up on me. And... I wanted to surprise him, positively... <<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission7-2.jpg">> I snapped the picture, and sent it before I could argue with myself or halt my actions. I needed to surprise myself just as much as I wanted to please the man. I wanted to be a... <<s Slifire>>Good girl.<</s>> These two words. They always hit so right with me. <<s Slifire>>That's a very good picture. You've been evolving, growing more confident.<</s>> <<s Author>>I've had some good guidance.<</s>> The man barely talked to me once a week, and yet... There was an undeniable impact that he was having on me. He knew his craft and was using it on me, to aid me to become a better version of myself. I'd already showed him my boobs, I'd already revealed those, but he still praised me. He still gave me these words I so craved. I didn't ask for them openly, yet he knew their impact. The name of the program sure is a nice one. <<s Slifire>>I'm so proud of you.<</s>> His pride rubbed off on me, but a big part of me was confused how he'd be fine just stopping now... I wanted to do more, but I don't know if that was one step too far. But I still wanted to do it... <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 45>><<link "Send him another, better picture. I need to catch his eye.">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission7-3.jpg">> I wouldn't regret sending this picture if I sent it quickly enough and tried to get over the shame of it. I felt I had to show him more. He hadn't asked for it, but maybe being a good girl means going above and beyond? <<s Slifire>>Why did you send that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Sorry.<</s>> Shame rose quickly through me, coloring me in a similar red to the lingerie I wore. <<s Slifire>>I'm not mad, yet. I want to know your reasoning.<</s>> //Yet// I needed to appease him, and quickly. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I thought you'd like it from me. I thought I'd surprise you.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>The meaning behind it sure is appreciated.<</s>> I was relieved for just a moment. <<s Slifire>>But good girls need to learn how to listen to requests, not overstep their boundaries.<</s>> He was right. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Don't be. The only way we can truly learn is by making mistakes. But I trust you won't from now on.<</s>> I was relieved that he was understanding. He was a good person, and a great mentor... <<s Slifire>>It is a good picture after all...<</s>> His compliment hit all the right spots in me, especially after I thought I wouldn't receive it from him. I was happy with it. I'd make him proud. I probably was in too deep, but he did make me feel safe... <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Send him another" "Not open enough (45)">><</if>> <<link "He didn't ask for anything. I better not annoy him.">><<replace "#choices">>Figuring that a good girl respects her boundaries, I found it better not to show him more than he asked for. <<s Author>>I'm glad you liked them.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>You keep surprising me positively.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thank you.<</s>> I was thrilled at all those good feelings I was feeling. Serving him correctly felt good... Was this going to become something usual between us? <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission8-1.jpg">> <<s Author>>Do you like what you see, sir?<</s>> I asked my online mentor, hoping he'll appreciate what I have planned out for him, that I've followed his request... <<s Slifire>>You caught me at just the right time.<</s>> I felt that beautiful thrill at receiving a message from him yet again. And I thought of him enjoying this pic. He never asked anything of me, but I felt it only right to offer him a looksie. Nothing he hasn't seen before, right? <<s Slifire>>Have you enjoyed your new friend yet?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's a pretty powerful one.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Why don't you do so now. We have time, don't we?<</s>> The suggestion, yet again something of an order that he hides under the guise of a service. I wanted to serve him with this obedience... <<s Author>>I think I can do that.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>What a good girl you are.<</s>> I felt that familiar chill run down my spine, that beautiful feeling of satisfaction, or feeling like I was doing something good... <<s Author>>These two words are amazing.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>I know. Girls like you like being praised. Especially when they do something right like you are.<</s>> Oh my it was like he read right through me! <<s Author>>I'm playing with myself right now.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Something tells me you want to show me.<</s>> There was no denying that this reverse psychology was working on me. Even if it was his request, I did want to show him, the buzzing of the vibrator starting to fill my ears while its movements shook my lips. I spread my legs, laid back, and timed the picture. <<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission8-2.jpg">> My eyes closed, I was lost in the moment for a while, thinking of what the man looked like. This individual who seemed to know to control the conversation, the man that seemed to know much more about me than I ever shared. <<s Author>>Hope you like it.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Gone is the shy girl.<</s>> <<s Author>>I trust you with that side of me.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>What makes you trust me? Are you not afraid of the pctures being shared?<</s>> Maybe the fear was part of the thrill, of the intensity of the moment. Or maybe I was just stupid enough to make the wrong choices. Either way, I'd made my bed and was now masturbating in it. <<s Author>>You could've done so long ago.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>Before we even talked.<</s>> A shiver went down my spine. Suspicions that once laid in the back of my mind were coming to light, as pleasure was fighting to control them, use their taboo nature to fuel my desires. <<s Author>>How do you know so much of me?<</s>> I needed an answer, I hoped to receive one. I was still masturbating. <<s Slifire>>You're still masturbating, aren't you?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yes sir.<</s>> He knew things he didn't need to know. I was too far gone to pleasure. <<s Slifire>>Put your phone next to you. Answer me out loud.<</s>> The words on the screen compelled me to place the phone in an adequate position as I continued playing with myself, moans escaping my lips in beautifully erratic intervals. <<s Slifire>>Good girl.<</s>> I moaned in answer. <<picmid "events/slifireevents/mission8-3.jpg">> <<s Slifire>>You do understand I can see you, right?<</s>> I moaned in answer. I was falling down a deep hole, but controlling my pleasure seemed out of the question for now. <<s Slifire>>That's subspace you're experiencing. You can stop at any moment. But I think you're enjoying yourself a bit too much. That's what good girls do. You did well trusting your hacker.<</s>> //My hacker//. I was in too deep. So was my vibrator, rubbing against my senstivie spots. <<s Slifire>>I love it when girls like you lose control. All because of these two words. Good girl.<</s>> I shivered. <<s Author>>Yes.<</s>> <<s Slifire>>When the time comes for you to find your pleasure, when this moment passes, you'll feel remorse. That is normal. But understand that if I wanted to hurt you I'd have done that already. The plan remains the same, to make a good girl out of you and help you be your best self.<</s>> He explained, and I half-mindedly nodded. I didn't care about what came after. I was horny now. <<s Slifire>>It just so happens that your best self is submissive to a powerful man like me. And that's okay.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yesss<</s>> I was agreeing to all he was saying. He was soo good, and I was so weak for him. <<s Slifire>>Things will only intensify from here. Next week, we're having a call. And you're initiating it.<</s>> I couldn't wait for next Sunday. My body was on fire. <<s Slifire>>Now cum.<</s>> Like a damm that crashes under the pressure, my orgasm came all at once, at the command of a word. At the command of a man that controlled me, whether I liked it or not. An ethical hacker that didn't have to use anything he got of me to force me into any compromising position. I myself placed me in these precarious spots. Willingly and enthusiastically. And I loved it, moaning out as I came in waves, my eyes closing as I thought of a shadow controlling my actions. He was really good, and I was really willing. And I had no idea where things would ramp up to... I opened my eyes, only to see two words on my screen, all previous interactions erased. <<s Slifire>>Good girl.<</s>> //Would I reach out to him next week? What will he sound like?// -End of content for current version ~ Thanks Slifire for the Prom Royalty support on Patreon! (get your own character and scenes today by subscribing <3)- <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>>

<div id='continue'>As we jogged alongside each other today, I remembered a nagging question that played in my mind for the past couple of weeks. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/convo2.jpg">> <<s Author>>Hey Yara, is there a reason why you've been helping me so much with the whole cheerleading and track thing? Like what do you get out of it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Can't a girl help her friend?<</s>> She asked clearly, smiling at me. I could see she was hiding something. <<s Author>>There's more to this, isn't there?<</s>> I was curious. <<s Yara>>Okay, but don't judge me.<</s>> She asked, before continuing: <<s Yara>>I need my personal cheerleader. It's nice seeing you join the track meets and even coming to watch me in my competitions, but I'd like you to be more than that. You're special to me like that.<</s>> There was something flattering with her wish for me, for us. <<s Yara>>If you work on your skills, are part of the cheer squad, and at the same time my number one supporter... That would show everyone that I'm someone to deal with, you know?<</s>> <<s Author>>But you are someone to deal with.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I definitely am that to you. I want to be it to everyone at school. I want to be the person to beat.<</s>> She announced. <<s Author>>What, the queen?<</s>> I was worried. If <<light Yara>> has her eyes on that prize, then... I stood no chance. <<s Yara>>I don't care about queendom. Regicide exists.<</s>> She joked. I remained worried. <<s Yara>>I might aim for that, I guess. I don't know. All I know is that I like being the center of attention, and you've been giving me that. And that's all I care about. For now.<</s>> <<light Yara>> kept jogging at her pace. I slowed to deal with the thoughts that played in my head. If she were to try to become prom queen, I'd be in real danger. My future would be in danger. I might've been joining clubs recently, but it wouldn't be enough. Not anymore. I needed to become the queen. It was eat or be eaten, and I didn't know what I should do. She was a danger, and I had one of two ways to deal with that new threat. I could choose to distance myself from her, to challenge her rule, to get hard myself and show everyone that I'm the dominant woman at school... Or I could appease her, keep her close and distracted, and hopefully by doing that, by giving her this attention she wants to claim, keep her away from the competition alltogether... I didn't know what path was the best to take, but I knew I needed to follow that path soon. My future was at stake. <<s Yara>>Keep up, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She shouted to me, and I sped up to keep in pace with her. <<if $subdom lte -15>>I needed to get closer to her. I needed to give her all the attention I could muster.<<elseif $subdom gte 15>>Gone were the days where she led this friendship. I needed to keep her in check and outgrow her influence.<<else>>Being near her, I was lost on what the right track was. I needed to drift one way or the other, I couldn't keep standing on the sidelines.<</if>> <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">><<picmid "events/yaraevents/convo1.jpg">>As our workout neared its end, <<light Yara>> softly looked at me, a bit more serious than she was before. <<s Author>>What is it?<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's just...<</s>> She frowned, <<s Yara>>Why do you want to join the cheerleading squad and do this whole thing? What changed you?<</s>> She asked, curious. I was confused. I thought I had told her. I thought she'd figure it out by now. <<s Author>>I'm done standing on the sidelines while others got what they wanted. Universities decided that I didn't have what it takes to join them because I was studying. That's dumb.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It is dumb.<</s>> She agreed, urging me to keep talking. <<s Author>>So I keep trying stuff and I keep working on new stuff to like... Get what I want.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And what do you want?<</s>> I didn't quite understand what she meant. <<s Author>>To succeed, of course!<</s>> I exclaimed. <<s Yara>>Yeah sure, but what is success to you?<</s>> She asked pointedly. I had to think for a moment. <div id='choices'> <<if $open gte 30>><<link "Being happy no matter what?">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Being happy no matter what?<</s>> I wasn't quite convinced with what I was saying, but that sounded about right for me. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Yara>>Is that really it? Sometimes your happiness means other people's sadness, no?<</s>> She was poignant in her comment. She might have a point... <<s Author>>Sure, but succeeding is in finding your own happiness, in being the best version of yourself, regardless of the circumstances.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I sometimes find happiness in making others happy.<</s>> She commented, letting the thought linger in the air. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Happiness?" "That's not it for me.">><</if>> <<if $grade gte 90>><<link "Having the highest grades in class?">><<less "subdom" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Having the highest grades in class?<</s>> I wasn't quite convinced with what I was saying, but it was the only thing I knew. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Yara>>You just said that formal education screwed you ever with their unrealistic expectations. Grades are not enough to please them.<</s>> She was poignant in her comment, making a very valid point. <<s Author>>It's the only thing I know to do.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I know. You're confused, and that's fine. It's a good thing we keep seeing each other.<</s>> Maybe she had a point. Being around her always brought me a sense of relief, purpose... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Highest grade?" "That's not it for me.">><</if>> <<if $athletics gte 30>><<link "Being the most atheltic?">><<less "subdom" 2>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Being the most atheltic?<</s>> I wasn't quite convinced with what I was saying, but I figured it would be the thing that would convince her the most. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Yara>>Really? Have I influenced you so much that you believe that athletics is where your future lies?<</s>> She smirked. Her poignant comment triggered something in me. I was quick to deny the link. <<s Author>>No, no. It's just that a good, athletic body means a good, healthy life, no?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Regardless, <</s>>she spoke, <<s Yara>>I'll always be more successful than you if that is success.<</s>> Her confident smile put me at a disadvantage. She had a point. Maybe she'll always be more successful than me.. She was always at her peak after all... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Athleticism?" "That's not it for me.">><</if>> <<if $looks gte 20>><<link "Having doors opened for you?">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Having doors opened for you?<</s>> I wasn't quite convinced with what I was saying, but I knew there was something about having things be done for you. <<s Yara>>That is an interesting outlook on things.<</s>> She commented, <<s Yara>>When you portray success, confidence, people are more likely to support that.<</s>> She seemed to be talking from experience. I smiled. <<s Author>>Unfortunately, the better you look, the more people help you get what you want.<</s>> <<s Yara>>You mean fortunately, for people like us.<</s>> She smiled, her confidence in her attractive body obvious. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from her... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Best looks?" "That's not it for me.">><</if>> <<if $open lt 30 and $grade lt 90 and $athletics lt 30 and $looks lt 20>><<link "I don't know.">><<less "subdom" 5>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I... I honestly don't know.<</s>> I was at a loss. I spoke from memory, yet I found no comfort in anythign I was doing. <<light Yara>> raised an eyebrow at me. <<s Yara>>You're lost. That's normal. You've always believed one thing and you just now find out that it was never what you wanted from life.<</s>> She reassured me. I found myself leaning into every word she said. <<s Yara>>Sometimes, our purpose, our success, derives from other people's success.<</s>> She explained, stretching as I listened along. <<s Yara>>Maybe that's your case. Maybe that's why you're doing all of this. To be near me in my success.<</s>> Her ego was obvious. Yet I ate it all up. She made a lot of sense, and I was indeed at a true loss. Maybe she had the solution for me. Maybe my success can be hers... <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>There were colors, lights, excitement, and very few people at the track meet. Honestly it was a shame because <<light Yara>> was looking like a greek hero as she readied herself to make her run, eager to get going and take on the challenge that presented itself to her. She had invited me, I had made it, and there was a secret pleasure in being here for my friend. I was excited to see what she's going to bring to the table today! Smiling as she saw me in the stands, <<light Yara>> waved at me, and I waved back. If she won today, <<light Yara>> would qualify for the regionals. It was a truly monumental time for her, and I was there to support her through it. <img src="images/events/yaraevents/race-start.jpg" max-width="100%" position="center"> Pop! The race started as I cheered my friend along, watching her doing her best to well... Run! Muscles tensing and releasing as all these awesome athletes made their way across the field, I was watching them push their physical limits trying to catch up to my friend and her main rival, one who was keeping pace with her. It was a 1Km race, granted, but the tension was high as <<light Yara>> tried to keep her composure through it. First lap complete. I cheered my friend on, her determination unwavering as she allowed herself a small smile to the stands before continuing her run. //Such a showgirl!// Only three laps to go, and one of the oddest things ever happened to my friend. Some sort of misstep took place, and she wavered a bit, slowing down. Her shoe slipped somehow, and she had to fix it while still on the run. This whole thing caused her some important moments seconds that her rival made good use of, creating a decent distance between the two of them. <<light Yara>> pushed through, willing herself to go beyond her limits as she made her way across the field. Second lap now, <<light Yara>> is no longer showing off. Her concentration is on the race, wanting to come out victorious. Not a look was given in the direction of the crowd, her eyes staring down the lane she's running across. <<s stranger>>Hello there stranger. Care for a drink?<</s>> I looked at the person who approached me. The blonde guy was handsome. A chiseled chin and arrogant appearance that was complimented by a muscular body, he spoke again. <<s stranger>>I couldn't help but notice you are alone, and I thought I'd offer you company.<</s>> He explained his approach, lips curled in a smile. I didn't really know if I wanted his attention or company, his tone suggesting he's doing me a favor by joining me here. //But that body though...// I looked him up and down, sizing him up. He might be towering over me but I wasn't gonna show any fear. <<s stranger>>Like what you see?<</s>> His question demanded a response. I looked to the field, <<light Yara>> was catching up to her rival, making progress. I looked back at him. <div id="choices"><<if $open gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Smile at him, show interest">><<add "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//The guy was really attractive...// I put my hand out to greet him. <<s Author>>My name's <<print $name>>. What's yours.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Robert. But you can call me Rob.<</s>> He shook my hand. <<s Author>>Who are you here with, Rob?<</s>> He smiled at my interest, thinking he has me hooked. I'm just playing with him, right? Nothing serious. <<s stranger>>My sister. First place.<</s>> <<s Author>>Not for long.<</s>> I stated while looking at <<light Yara>> catching up to her. <<s stranger>>Wanna bet?<</s>> A bet? That stranger suggestion got me thinking, imagining stuff, as he cheered his sister on. I missed <<light Yara>> who just passed us by. No cheer this turn I guess. <<s stranger>>Who are you with?<</s>> He asked as he finished his cheering. <<s Author>>Yara. The runner up.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Oh the lesbo. Yeah she's good.<</s>> That comment startled me. The lesbo? <<s Author>>The lesbo? What do you mean?<</s>> <<s stranger>>She's known for that.<</s>> His matter of fact statement was completely unexpected. <<s stranger>>Enough about her, what about you? <<if $athletics gte 15>>You seem to the the athletic kind...<<else>>What are you into?<</if>><</s>> He asked, looking me up and down as if sizing me up. I was about to answer him, but noticed <<light Yara>> overcoming his sister. Glorious! I cheered. As they neared the end line, both of us concentrated on them, looking at their approach. Neck in neck, <<light Yara>> just inched forward, and crossed first. I was joyful as all joys, happy for my friend's success, as she collapsed on the ground, nursing her foot. <<s stranger>>You're a lesbo too?<</s>> The arrogance in that guy! <<s Author>>No, just a good friend. Not that you would know what that means.<</s>> I snapped at him before rushing down to check on my friend. <<s Author>>Yara is everything okay?<</s>> I was worried for her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. It's just this stupid shoe.<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's go inside, get you sorted.<</s>> I told her, helping her in and we got to the locker rooms. <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Accept his company">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I gave him a smile, showing him the space next to me, inviting him to join me. His arrogant smile wide, he took his place next to me. <<s stranger>>Name's Robert.<</s>> I decided to be cordial and gave him my name. <<s stranger>>That's a good name.<</s>> <<s Author>>Thanks. Chose it myself.<</s>> I quipped, mocking his odd compliment. <<s stranger>>So who are you here with?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara. The runner-up.<</s>> I answered. <<s stranger>>Oh the lesbo! Are you two together?<</s>> He asked, jumping to cheer for the passing athletes. His statement however stopped me in my tracks, as I tried to understand the implications of his statement. I cheered <<light Yara>> along, less enthusiastically than I did a moment ago. <<s Author>>What do you mean lesbo?<</s>> The final lap had begun. <<s stranger>>It's well known. But no one mentioned you in the rumors.<</s>> <<s Author>>Because they're not true. They're rumors.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Hey I'm not judging. I don't mind you being bi.<</s>> //Don't mind? Who does he think he is?// I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but saw <<light Yara>> overcoming her rival. Glorious! I cheered. As they neared the end line, both of us concentrated on them, looking at their approach. Neck in neck, <<light Yara>> just inched forward, and crossed first. I was joyful as all joys, happy for my friend's success, as she collapsed on the ground, nursing her foot. <<s stranger>>You're definitely her lesbo lover.<</s>> He stated, thinking that he's read right through me. //The arrogance in that guy!// <<s Author>>No, just a good friend. Not that you would know what that means.<</s>> I snapped at him before rushing down to check on my friend. <<s Author>>Yara is everything okay?<</s>> I was worried for her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. It's just this stupid shoe.<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's go inside, get you sorted.<</s>> I told her, helping her in and we got to the locker rooms. <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Reject his advances. I'm here for Yara">><<less "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I turned away from him, showing him no attention, not wanting to give him the pleasure of my company. Not taking the hint, he took his place next to me. I kept my unflattering facade as I cheered my friend on as she made her way around the field, gaining on her rival. <<s stranger>>Look at that lesbo thinking she can beat my sister.<</s>> He spoke, pointing to my friend. //So the rival's his sister.// His statement however stopped me in my tracks, as I tried to understand the implications of his statement. I cheered <<light Yara>> along, less enthusiastically than I did a moment ago. <<s Author>>What do you mean lesbo?<</s>> The final lap had begun. <<s stranger>>It's well known. She's a cunt muncher<</s>> <<s Author>>That's not true. Who told you that?<</s>> <<s stranger>>Hey I'm not judging. I just find it appalling that someone like her would be allowed in the locker room with everyone else.<</s>> //Appalling? Who does he think he is?// I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but saw <<light Yara>> overcoming his sister. Glorious! I cheered. As they neared the end line, both of us concentrated on them, looking at their approach. I really wanted my friend to beat his sister. Might teach him a lesson! Neck in neck, <<light Yara>> just inched forward, and crossed first. I was joyful as all joys, happy for my friend's success, as she collapsed on the ground, nursing her foot. <<s stranger>>You're definitely her lesbo lover.<</s>> He stated, thinking that he's read right through me. //The arrogance in that guy!// <<s Author>>No, just a good friend. Not that you would know what that means.<</s>> I snapped at him before rushing down to check on my friend. <<s Author>>Yara is everything okay?<</s>> I was worried for her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. It's just this stupid shoe.<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's go inside, get you sorted.<</s>> I told her, helping her in and we got to the locker rooms. <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $bisex gte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Claim I'm a lesbian to really shut him down.">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Time to nip it in the bud. <<s Author>>Sorry, stranger. I don't swing that way.<</s>> I replied dryly. <<s stranger>>Oh you're one of that kind!<</s>> He answered as he moved next to me, not taking the hint. <<s Author>>That kind? Seriously dude, not interested.<</s>> <<s stranger>>Not interested in what? I'm just cheering my sister along.<</s>> He started shouting his support to his sister, and from the way he looked at them, she was <<light Yara>>'s rival. First place so far. <<s Author>>Go Yara!<</s>> I raised my voice to compete with his as I cheered my friend on her third lap. <<s stranger>>Hah should've figured it out earlier! You lesbos all know each other.<</s>> His statement didn't make any sense to me. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s stranger>>That Yara of yours. Bona fide cunt muncher.<</s>> His insult was heavily arrogant. <<s Author>>What the fuck kind of statement is that?<</s>> His comments were getting under my skin. <<s stranger>>The truthful kind. You are all the same, just need a good dicking to set you straight.<</s>> //A good dicking? What kind of arrogant bastard...// I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but saw <<light Yara>> overcoming his sister. Glorious! I cheered. As they neared the end line, both of us concentrated on them, looking at their approach. I really wanted my friend to beat his sister. Might teach him a lesson! Neck in neck, <<light Yara>> just inched forward, and crossed first. I was joyful as all joys, happy for my friend's success, as she collapsed on the ground, nursing her foot. <<s stranger>>You're definitely her lesbo lover.<</s>> He stated, thinking that he's read right through me. //The arrogance in that guy!// <<s Author>>No, just a good friend. Not that you would know what that means. Maybe a good dicking would set you straight!<</s>> I snapped at him before rushing down to check on my friend. <<s Author>>Yara is everything okay?<</s>> I was worried for her. <<s Yara>>Yeah, yeah. It's just this stupid shoe.<</s>> <<s Author>>Come on, let's go inside, get you sorted.<</s>> I told her, helping her in and we got to the locker rooms. <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><img src='images/events/yaraevents/yara-sad2.jpg' width='500em' position='center'> <<light Yara>> had nursed her foot, her injury being dealt with, as I supported her. <<s Author>>You were amazing out there.<</s>> Her voice came out in a pained grunt: <<s Yara>>Thanks. Thank you for making it.<</s>> <<s Author>>How's your foot?<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's seen worse injuries. Nothing that a bit of ice can't fix.<</s>> Her voice was heavy, deep. <<s Author>>Anything I can do to help?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well I'm sweaty and taste like shit... Think you could help me to the showers?<</s>> <<if $athletics gte 18>><<s Author>>Are you kidding, of course I can!<</s>> I said confidently. <<s Yara>>Yeah you have been looking better lately.<</s>> She agreed, hooking her hand behind my back as I helped her over to next to the shower without breaking a sweat. <<else>><<s Author>>I mean... I can try.<</s>> I said hesitant, unsure that I'd be able to carry her along. <<s Yara>>It's okay all you need to do is act as my second leg, you don't have to carry me.<</s>> My friend reassured me. I went over to her and hooked my hand behind her back, helping her up. It was a bit of a struggle but we eventually managed to make it all the way to the shower.<</if>> I had to make a comment. <<s Author>>Damn Yara you're really sweaty!<</s>> I told my friend with a smile. She laughed and tried to hit me, so I moved away. <<s Yara>>Ouch how dare you!<</s>> She laughed along through the pain. After the laughter had died down, the awkwardness filled the room. <<s Author>>Now what?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Now I take off my clothes and hop in. And you wait here to make sure that I don't slip and fall or something.<</s>> She said matter of factly, already moving to remove her top. It was like immediate heat rose through me at the mere mention of clothes being removed, but I tried to maintain my cool as my friend removed her top all the way and moved to start with her yoga pants. She was struggling, that much was clear, and I had a choice to make. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Offer to help her">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't see my friend struggling like that without lending a helping hand. I had to do something. <<if $subdom gte 3>>Without asking or waiting for any confirmation, I decided to aid her in removing her clothes, placing my hand on hers and wordlessly taking over. Hooking my hands inside of her yoga pants' waistband, I started slipping them off as I looked her in the eyes confidently and she looked back with the same relaxation. It was a subtle battle of wills, one that I thoroughly enjoyed as I stood to face her, hooking my hands inside of her sports bra. She looked away as I slipped my hands beneath the elastic band there, announcing: <<s Author>>I'll need your help. Put your hands up.<</s>> Complying, <<light Yara>> raised her arms, giving me the freedom to raise her sports bra, and reveal her supple breasts. I gave them a subtle glance as the sports bra was in her line of sight, taking in their fullness and firmness. Going down to one knee, I still felt powerful as I held onto her good leg while softly pulling down her underwear off her, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. <<s Author>>In you go. I'll be right here if you need anything.<</s>> I announced, showing her into the shower and out of the way. <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <<else>><<s Author>>Hey do you need my help?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Sure but be careful.<</s>> Her worry was obvious by the tone she took with me, and I softly placed my hand on hers, trying to remain calm about what was happening. Hooking my hands inside of her yoga pants' waistband, I started slipping them off, trying my best to remain calm about this whole thing and not daring to make eye contact. As she stared me down, I diligently removed her yoga pants from her, glancing at her face every once in a while without much eye contact. I stood to face her, hooking my hands inside of her sports bra, as our eyes caught for a moment. I shyly look away, before slipping my hands beneath the elastic band there. <<s Yara>>You look cute when you blush.<</s>> <<light Yara>> raised her arms with that remark, giving me the freedom to raise her sports bra, and reveal her supple breasts. I couldn't help but glance at them as the sports bra was in her line of sight, taking in their fullness and firmness. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> Her teasing was getting to me, but I held strong and didn't want to lose face. Going down to one knee, I still felt a semblance of control as I held onto her good leg while softly pulling down her underwear off her, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. <<s Yara>>Thank you for the help. Can you wait for me here as I take my shower? We wouldn't want anything bad happening to me, would we?<</s>> Not waiting for my reply, she slipped into the shower, leaving me in my semi-kneeled position amongst her pile of discarded clothes. //Gosh why am I so pathetic?// <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Watch her change">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I watched my friend undress in front of me, taking in the curves that have long hidden behind sports clothes and the supple skin that was glistening with the light shine of her sweat. The tension was high, definitely, but I was overjoyed to have been given such a chance, and I wasn't going to let it pass me by. As her hand went to her sport bra, aiming to take it off, <<light Yara>> noticed my staring: <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> Her sly comment shook me from my reverie, and I saw how pervy I must've looked. <<s Yara>>It's okay, I'm flattered.<</s>> She said as she took the piece of clothing off, revealing her supple breasts. I blatantly stared, self-control gone as I took in their natural beauty. Full and firm, her young orbs were a sight to behold! I could feel her smile from the corner of my eye, but I was just entranced by her beauty, taking it all in. Her hands hooking themselves in her pantie's waistband, I saw as the flimsy piece of clothing drifted down her powerful thighs, to her knees, and then to the floor between her feet. I looked up. She looked me in the eyes. <<s Yara>>Can you wait for me here as I take my shower? We wouldn't want anything bad happening to me, would we?<</s>> Not waiting for my reply, she slipped into the shower, leaving me reeling amongst her pile of discarded clothes. //Gosh why am I so pathetic?// <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 3">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Look away and wait for her to finish.">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Not wanting to offend her with my blatant staring and preferring to keep the fine line between us as friends, I calmly looked away as my friend continued her work on removing her clothes, despite her struggle. Eventually, after a couple of minutes of counting tiles and studying the ceiling lights, I heard her talk to me: <<s Yara>>Can you wait for me here as I take my shower? We wouldn't want anything bad happening to me, would we?<</s>> Not waiting for my reply, she slipped into the shower, leaving me amongst her pile of discarded clothes. //Hope nothing happens to her!// <div id="continue2"><<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue2">>And nothing did. Eventually she made her way out of the shower, asking for a towel which I dutifully brought, and I helped her back to the lockers where she changed her clothes. It ended up quite tame of an encounter, but then again, we're only friends. It's not like we could ever be something more. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>I could hear the water running down in the shower next to me as I stood right outside, waiting for my friend. There she was, a few feet away from me, naked, and we were separated by a simple wooden door. As I stood there, I felt weird. There was nothing I could do but wait, and I couldn't decide on anything else lest I leave my friend behind and neglect her. I looked at her clothes strewn across the floor next to me, and thought to myself. //Wouldn't she want a change of clothes after she comes out? A towel or something?// The question was nagging in the back of my mind, the boredom at the front of it, and my own need to please swirled all around. <div id="choices2"><<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Take away the discarded clothes, bring a fresh towel">><<less "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>I needed to think ahead, help her out the best I could, and that is why I decided to take her clothing and head to her bag, calmly putting these away as I pulled the towel out. //Ten steps ahead!// <<s Yara>><<print $name>>? Where are you?<</s>> Panic could be heard in her voice, as she called out for me. As I made my way back to her with a towel, she was quick to speak up, hidden behind the shower door, only her head peeking: <<s Yara>>Why'd you leave me alone?<</s>> There was real worry in her tone, and I rushed to calm her down. <<s Author>>Hey hey! I just needed to get you your towel. Wouldn't want you slipping again on your injured foot.<</s>> <<light Yara>> was sold on the logic, yet still felt worried. <<s Yara>>Thanks. You should've told me though.<</s>> She answered me. Even if I did, she wouldn't have heard me over the sound of the powerful shower. <<s Author>>I'm sorry.<</s>> There was no use for argument. My friend was efficient in drying herself off and wrapping the towel around herself. I hooked my hand around her waist yet again and helped her back to her bag, where I had carefully laid out her clothes. <<s Yara>>No wonder you took so long, you were checking out my clothes!<</s>> She mocked before getting to work on dressing herself up. Eventually, the tension died down after she put on article after article of clothing, getting ready to head out. I helped her out when I could, feeling that we had grown closer together after this incident, despite my partial lapse in judgment. <<s stranger>>Told you they were fiddling each other in there.<</s>> The strange person from before thought it adequate to point out. <<s Author>>At least she's getting some!<</s>> I snapped back, gaining a few oouhs and aahhhs. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Stay there, something might happen to her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices2">>Worried about my friend's wellbeing and not wanting to betray her trust, I decided to stay put, not without arranging and folding her clothes neatly to bring with us. Thankfully, nothing bad befell her, and soon thereafter, <<light Yara>> finished her shower, opening the door between us. <<s Yara>>Oh hello! Nice to see you there!<</s>> <<s Author>>Milady.<</s>> I gallantly offered her my hand to grab onto as I walked her - yes naked! - to the locker room, where I led her to her towel. <<s Yara>>Help me.<</s>> Her request, while odd, was not completely out of the ordinary, and without thinking I got to work drying her toned body. Her foot was still swollen but only time could heal that. I continued my job dutifully, aiming to please. Despite all my effort it seemed I always was back at this square, with her requesting something and me fulfilling that request. Eventually, the tension died down after she put on article after article of clothing, getting ready to head out. I helped her with renewed vigor, truly feeling that we had grown closer together after this incident. <<s stranger>>Told you they were fiddling each other in there.<</s>> The strange person from before thought it adequate to point out. And I didn't care whatever he'd say. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>>There is a mistake, go back. <<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><</if>>

/*Gym and Shower While at the gym about to workout, I see that my friend Yara is also there. She suggests we work out together. Naughty things ensue in the shower.*/ <<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "locations/gym.jpg" "The local gym">>I wasn't used to seeing <<light Yara>> at the gym. Whether it was because our timings never matched or because one of us is actively avoiding the other person was up to debate, but it was nice seeing her there today. And when she suggested we work out together, I quickly jumped to the occasion. This oughta be fun! <<light Yara>> was quick to take the lead in the workout, giving extra attention to her squatting technique as she got to work on her quads. I tried to keep up with her. <<s Yara>>Hey think you can carry that weight?<</s>> My friend asked, showing me to the bar that she was currently squatting, a decent weight that most would struggle with... <<linkreplace "Try it out">><<if $athletics gte 40>><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>>I placed my hands on the bar, as <<light Yara>> positioned herself behind me to spot me. <<s Author>>I've got this.<</s>> I smiled back at my friend as I did a few reps with the weight she had been struggling with. <<light Yara>> was pleasantly surprised by my athleticism. <<s Yara>>Wow! I did not expect that from you!<</s>> <<s Author>>Unlike you, I work out regularly.<</s>> I teased her as I returned the bar to its place. My friend smiled, clearly impressed with my performance. <<s Yara>>Impressive.<</s>> She said before moving on to the next set. <<else>><<less "subdom" 1>>As I positioned myself at the bar, <<light Yara>> moved behind me to spot me. <<s Yara>>Don't worry, I've got your back.<</s>> My friend said in a small whisper as she moved close, knowing that the challenge might be too much for me. And indeed, it was. Barely two reps in, I was already struggling with the weight, and with <<light Yara>> behind me pushing me beyond my limits, I barely got the fourth in before I had to stop. <<s Yara>>Wow you need work.<</s>> She commented, rubbing my back for me and being all sweet. <<s Author>>Not everyone is a born athlete like you.<</s>> I commented. <<s Yara>>I wasn't born into it. It takes work and dedication.<</s>> My friend said, making it clear it was my fault that I was weak. And I did feel weak. She didn't care though or take offense. <<s Yara>>It's okay though, I applaud your grit and determination.<</s>> She said before moving on to the next set. <</if>> And that is how we spent the next few dozens of minutes, challenging ourselves to push our limits with the weights we carried, our bodies convulting in the weirdest motions to push ourselves beyond the limits. <<s Yara>>It's like these gymnastics classes at school are rubbing off on you!<</s>> My friend commented at one point as I stretched before carrying something. I smiled to her, noticing someone looking at her right from the back. I weighed whether or not I should mention the gawking figure, and eventually thought it best to let her know she's seen as hot. <<s Author>>Don't look, but you have a secret admirer!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Who?<</s>> She quickly turned, not heeding my initial request. <<s Author>>No. Don't.<</s>> I tried stopping her. <<light Yara>> noticed the man looking at her. <<s Yara>>Ugh men.<</s>> Her disgust was transparent. <<s Author>>Seriously? What if it was a girl?<</s>> I asked. <<light Yara>> smiled. <<s Yara>>Oh that's fine. Women are not aggressive in their pursuit.<</s>> She stated, oblivious to the fact that she is a woman and she was quite the straightforward being. <<s Author>>Umm... Sure...<</s>> There was nonetheless that nagging voice in my head that wanted me to comment on <<light Yara>>'s outlook on life. On being permissive with some and harsh on others. After all, was it their fault that she was so attractive? I balanced between trying to lead her towards a more accepting persona, and maintaining the friendship that we had. //After all, if we are to be together I'd like everyone to know that I'm with the hottest person around, right?// <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 25>><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Nothing wrong with people looking! Especially men!">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I find there's nothing wrong with people looking, especially men.<</s>> I stated to my friend, who gave me a sideway glance. <<s Yara>>How do you say that?<</s>> My friend was ready to argue back. <<s Author>>All I'm saying is, it's only people looking, right? It's not like we're wanting them to do more. And men are going to look regardless. What better way to say fuck you than let them look at something they cannot get?<</s>> My explanation rang true with my friend, who remained thoughtful for a while. <<s Yara>>You do make a point there.<</s>> She said, ruminating the thought. <<s Author>>Only look, no touchies!<</s>> I said as I shook my ass at her. Her spank startled me as she laid her hand straight on my backside. <<s Yara>>Only I do touchie.<</s>> She said back, her hand stroking me. <<s Yara>>Come on. I'm done for today. Let's shower.<</s>> My friend said, eager to call it a day. Her lingering hand felt good on my ass, but I had no idea if that also meant more to her or if it was just the way she acted with all of her female friends... <<link "To the showers" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Nothing wrong with people looking! Regardless of gender!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I find there's nothing wrong with people looking, regardless of their gender.<</s>> I stated to my friend, who gave me a sideway glance. <<s Yara>>How do you say that?<</s>> My friend was ready to argue back. <<s Author>>All I'm saying is, it's only people looking, right? It's not like we're wanting them to do more. And men being men and some girls being horny are going to look regardless. What better way to say fuck you than let them look at something they cannot get?<</s>> My explanation rang true with my friend, who remained thoughtful for a while. <<s Yara>>You do make a point there.<</s>> She said, ruminating the thought. <<s Author>>Only look, no touchies!<</s>> I said as I shook my ass at her. Her spank startled me as she laid her hand straight on my backside. <<s Yara>>Only I do touchie.<</s>> She said back, her hand stroking me. <<s Yara>>Come on. I'm done for today. Let's shower.<</s>> My friend said, eager to call it a day. Her lingering hand felt good on my ass, but I had no idea if that also meant more to her or if it was just the way she acted with all of her female friends... <<link "To the showers" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<else>><<dark "Nothing wrong with people looking!" "Not open enough (25)">><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 20>><<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Argue against the hypocrisy">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I found it odd that my friend felt entitled to people attention only when she requested it. <<s Author>>Is it their fault you're so hot?<</s>> I asked, raising a quick argument that left my friend on the defensive. <<s Yara>>What does this have to do with anything?<</s>> <<s Author>>Think about it. If there was a pretty girl that walked in here right now, would you not look her way? If she's working out correctly, if she's doing all the right moves?<</s>> <<s Yara>>No... I respect women.<</s>> I raised my eyebrow at her. <<s Author>>Do you?<</s>> I said, moving towards one of the machines and bending over to grab the weights on it. Her eyes, as expected, drifted to my ass. <<s Author>>Then you wouldn't be looking at my curves if that was the case, no?<</s>> <<s Yara>>You're my friend.<</s>> She excused herself, moving closer, still taking in all of my figure. <<s Author>>And yet you still look at me. Because what you see is appeasing. So is what everyone else sees when they look at you.<</s>> I said, bending even further to emphasize my point. Her hand drifted away from her body, in a mind of its own, to rest on my back. <<s Author>>Are you a hypocrite?<</s>> I asked. <<light Yara>> shook her head for a moment, then nodded. <<s Author>>Then maybe, just maybe, what's your right should be everyone's right. And looking should be free.<</s>> I said, straightening up. The thirsty look she gave me told me of her emotional state. <<s Author>>I'm done. I'm gonna shower.<</s>> I announced, moving towards the gym's showers, followed closely behind by my friend. <<link "To the showers" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Argue against the hypocrisy" "Not smart enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>She's right in not wanting male attention">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I can see you point. Their attention is annoying.<</s>> I said, agreeing with my friend, who smiled wide. <<s Yara>>Besides, that beautiful figure of yours is not supposed to be theirs to enjoy. That's not the purpose of it.<</s>> My friend explained just as I started kneeling over to carry my towel. Her spank startled me as she laid her hand straight on my backside. <<s Yara>>No one gets to stare at my babe.<</s>> She said, her hand stroking the area she hit in comfort. I was odded out by what happened. Why was my friend so possessive of me? <<s Yara>>Come on. I'm done for today. Let's shower.<</s>> My friend said, eager to call it a day. Her lingering hand felt good on my ass, but I had no idea if that also meant more to her or if it was just the way she acted with all of her female friends... <<link "To the showers" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</linkreplace>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "events/yaraevents/showeringtogether.jpg" "The gym's showers">> Last time we had shared a moment in the shower, it was a heated time where things were close to escalating dangerously between us. This time there was no filter, no playing around. Our intentions were obvious out of our interaction, and we both were quite close to one another in the open shower, at the same time vulnerable in public but safe in our intimacy. <<s Yara>>Can't say I haven't noticed your wandering eyes.<</s>> She stated, teasing me and for once being straightforward about her observations. <<s Author>>I'm not looking at you.<</s>> I said, my back firmly turned to her to make it obvious I do not intend to cross a line or offend, especially in relation to our latest conversation. <<s Yara>>I'm not talking about now. But I am flattered either way.<</s>> She said, water drifting across our skins. I gambled a look behind me, taking in her lovely curves. <<s Yara>>It's like you try to steal glances at every moment you can, whether in the showers or when we're working out or whenever.<</s>> My friend stated, her eyes shifting to look at me by the end of her sentence. I looked away furtively. She laughed. <<s Yara>>You're even doing it now!<</s>> She commented, turning the water off. <<s Yara>>Go ahead, you can look at me. Don't be shy.<</s>> My friend said, urging me to turn and look at her. I felt like I was in stormy seas, a crew member not wanting to look at the siren that is trapping them. And yet her voice ushered me along as I turned to look at my friend in all of her glory. <<s Yara>>See, that was easy.<</s>> My friend said, smiling. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked, her smile widening as she looked at me in the eyes. All I could do was nod. I did like everything about her strong, athletic body. My friend moved closer, and I felt the tension of the moment rising through me. <div id='choices'><<if $subdom gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Look straight into her eyes">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I wanted to show her that I wouldn't back down from the challenge she was placing in front of me. My friend might be a natural domme, but so was I. <<s Author>>You know I do.<</s>> I said as I moved closer, my hands going to wrap around her body, my fingers immediately finding their destination to play and manipulate with. <<vid "events/yaraevents/shower-slight.mp4">> <<light Yara>> gave a small gasp as I went to the attack, fingering her as I looked her dead in the eyes. If it was a challenge that she wanted, it'd be a challenge that I'll give her. Our exploration continued, bodies grinding against one another as we traded places being exploited and playing with the other, our dance under the showerhead's water an erotic duet. <<vid "events/yaraevents/shower-passion.mp4">> Beautiful bodies in a constant balance of good and evil, of dominating and dominated, an equal opportunity to subdue the other and bring her to heel, and a dance we both appreciated greatly. <<s Yara>>I knew you'd want to play this game.<</s>> <<s Author>>And I knew you wouldn't be all that.<</s>> I teased my friend back as I fought her for dominion. <<link "Dry off" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Look straight into her eyes" "Not dominant enough (10)">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Avert my gaze">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I couldn't stand looking into that superior person's eyes, shyly looking away from her as I took in her curves. <<s Author>>I... I do.<</s>> I said hesitantly as she moved closer, her hand gently placing itself on my shoulder to bring me down. I was weak in the knees from the proximity, I wanted her to take control and take things at her own pace. I wanted to be utterly dominated, and she was providing that opportunity to me. And I was going to take it. <<s Yara>>Good girl.<</s>> My friend teased me as I found myself sitting on the floor, her moving down with me, water running all over us. <<s Yara>>Relax and let me take over.<</s>> She whispered in my ear, making me shudder in anticipation of what was to come. Her mouth found my neck, kissing in all the right eregenous zones, her hand spread my legs to reveal my pussy, immediately attacking it, and her double attack made me moan out as she expertly took control of my body, dangerously making noise that might raise attention to our state. <<s Yara>>That's it girl, moan for me.<</s>> My lover encouraged me, not caring about my vocality, wanting to be caught. <<vid "events/yaraevents/shower-bliss.mp4">> And I moaned, listening to her, following her lead. <<s Yara>>You're so hot being so submissive.<</s>> She praised me, almost in a mocking tone as she played with my pliable body. And she kept praising me in between kisses, making me feel all kinds of good. Until she decided to change tacts. <<vid "events/yaraevents/shower-cunni.mp4">> Now between my legs, my lover was licking me as I was fast approaching orgasm. And that race was a short one, with her expert tongue attacking my nether lips and bringing them to an exploding submission, an orgasm that washed over me with the water of the shower, a naughty and complete defeat. <<s Yara>>Next time it'll be for you to pay me back.<</s>> My friend announced haughtily, standing to wash herself and her face off. <<s Author>>Thank you...<</s>> I was still reeling of the effects of that orgasm, laying on the ground. <<link "Dry off" "Yara Event 4">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I'm nervous. I need to leave">><<less "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Her body, her proximity, her intensity... It was all too much, and my anxiety was playing its tricks on me yet again. <<s Author>>I'm sorry... I have somewhere-<</s>> I couldn't find my words, worried about the effect my shutting down of her advances might have. <<s Yara>>Always the disaster bisexual.<</s>> She joked as I escaped this encounter, wanting all of this done with, escaping this intense situation. I was not strong enough, open enough, eager enough... And my anxiety was getting the best of me. //Did I actually want that friendship to evolve into something more or is it all mind tricks? What was happening to me?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "locations/lockers.jpg" "The gym's locker room">> We were drying off, the intensity of the moment now behind us, as we kept stealing glances at each other. Something in me nagged me for more, still wanted more out of my friend, wanted to continue playing and exploring. I wanted her against me, I wanted her body on mine. But maybe teasing her would backfire on me, create issues? <div id='choices'><<if $open gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Tease her some more">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Sitting down on my towel, spreading my legs, I slowly drifted my fingers across my needy pussy lips, almost beckoning to my friend. She had her back turned, didn't see me. //What a sight she'd turn to see!// I thought to myself as I watched her back while playing with myself. I gave a small moan, which alarmed her of something wrong happening. She turned to see me, needily playing with myself yet again. <<vid "events/yaraevents/post-shower-dominated.mp4">> In mere moments, she had made her way to me and was expertly toying with me yet again, her fingers blasting me and a new orgasm coursing through my body at her dominant hands. Whatever game we were playing in the shower was nothing compared to the complete domination she had over me in that moment. <<s Yara>>You slut, playing with yourself in public like that.<</s>> She degraded me, as her fingers attacked me with an intense control that wanted to see me submit. And I submitted, moaning out loud in defeat at her expert hands, bringing me to a beautiful climax that rocked me to my core. <<s Yara>>Next time I might not be so kind to you.<</s>> My friend warned me with an intense glare, almost challenging me to say no to her. I moaned in compliance. //Was this what our relationship would be from here on?// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Tease her some more" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<link "Call it a day with her">><<replace "#choices">>Deciding not to risk any more activity with this dominant lady, I calmly cleaned myself off alongside her, eventually getting dressed. <<s Yara>>I'll see you around, you lesbo slut.<</s>> She said affectively before heading away. //I wonder what next time would bring... And if I'd be strong enough to have a say in what happens...// <<link "Leave" "Gym">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s Yara>>Hey girl!<</s>> My friend, <<light Yara>>, simply invited herself in as I opened the door. <<s Author>>Yara? What are you doing here?<</s>> I asked. <<s Yara>>There's a whole remodelling happening at my house, and I figured I needed some distance from all these annoying men trying to catch a glance at my ass.<</s>> Indeed, my friend was wearing some yoga pants, a sheen of sweat covering her body. <<s Author>>Did you run here?<</s>> I joked. <<s Yara>>Nice eye!<</s>> She complimented me, looking around. <<s Yara>>Got any water?<</s>> I smiled. <<s Author>>You know, I've always laughed at the notion of that question.<</s>> I spoke as I led her into the kitchen. <<s Author>>It's a home, of course you'll find water.<</s>> <<light Yara>> looked at me with a raised eyebrow. <<s Yara>>I mean, would you rather someone hide their request with a question or simply order you to bring them the water?<</s>> She quipped back. I hate to admit it, but my friend had a point. <<s Yara>>I know you take to orders well, but it would be kind of an asshole move of me to just say, "HEY you there, bring me water."<</s>> I laughed as I filled up a cup for her from the sink. <<s Yara>>Kind of like these men are doing back at home, come to think of it...<</s>> She continued musing out loud. I smiled warmly at her, handing her the water. And the nagging in my head required an answer... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Hey Yara why do you hate men?">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Hey Yara why do you hate men?<</s>> The question was harsh, but her attitude towards the opposite gender was getting harsher by the moment, and I needed to get to the bottom of it. <<light Yara>> choked a bit on her water, before thinking of her answer. <<s Yara>>There's a complicated antiquated answer and a simple one, and both tie together and neither is enough to explain entirely my hatred of the way they think they own everything.<</s>> She said, <<s Yara>>Including our bodies.<</s>> <<s Yara>>The fact of the matter is, I think they're disgusting beings who have hurt us more than they can aid us, and I think that there is no need for them for the future. We have sperm banks.<</s>> Her staunch and extreme thought against men was an outlook I wasn't expecting when I asked her the question. <<s Yara>>I don't hate men. I just hate people who think they can claim ownership over my actions or my body, and these people are usually men.<</s>> She finished. So it was a thing of control. My friend was a control freak, and I knew it, but I never knew to what extent that was. <<s Yara>>Regardless, I think it's about time you followed my lead in not letting anyone control your life.<</s>> She stated. <<s Author>>What about you?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm not anyone, am I?<</s>> <<link "Move to the living room" "Yara Event 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the question poking in my head.">><<replace "#choices">>Thinking of what I wanted to ask, I figured it'd be an intrusive question to be asking, and decided not to go down that path. Besides, who knows how <<light Yara>> would twist my words into a lesson to be given. <<link "Move to the living room" "Yara Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<pichead "locations/living-room-day.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Say what you will, but her singing is phenomenal!<</s>> We were watching Renee Rapp, an amazing singer and rising star, performing in front of a crowd of die hard fans. <<pichalf "events/yaraevents/event5-renee1.jpg">> I couldn't help but tease my friend. <<s Author>>Yeah sure, her singing's what got you interested!<</s>> She faked being shocked by my statement, hitting me with a couch pillow. <<s Yara>>How dare you!<</s>> She said, taking a moment to think. <<s Yara>>But I mean, you've got a point.<</s>> I laughed at her switch in demeanor. <<s Yara>>I mean come on, you must admit that she's hot as fuck! And she's queer too, she came out as lesbian recently.<</s>> <<s Author>>Would you...<</s>> I asked, the question implied but not quite worded yet. <<s Yara>>A girl can always hope!<</s>> She said, grabbing the remote to look for a video to show me. I knew my friend had some queer likings. After all, she's played around with me a few times, and while I've been struggling to find the words to describe my sexuality and the way these interactions have been making me feel, I've noticed that she didn't share these qualms, a decision of sorts already made and dealt with. and that confidence made her sexy... <<s Yara>>Check this out.<</s>> She said, playing a video on the screen, yet another of this electric lady we were both interested in. <<picmid "events/yaraevents/event5-renee2.jpg">> The way she was dressed, the performance she was giving, the vibes that were emanating from her sensual body... //God damn it.// As if my inner monologue wasn't enough to make me suffer with my sexuality, my friend just had to tempt me with this hot woman as well. <<s Author>>I can see the point you're trying to make.<</s>> I said to her, looking at the slipping boob on that beautiful woman, the way her body moved... <<s Yara>>Someone's thirsty.<</s>> My friend joked at my expense, but I was distracted by what I saw on the screen. <<s Author>>A girl sure can hope.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Would you rather be her or be with her?<</s>> My friend asked me, a teasing question with loads of implications. <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Why be anyone when I can be me?">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I felt my confidence at an all time high, and wanted to show my friend of the high opinion I held of myself. <<s Author>>She's hot and all, but why be anyone when I can be me?<</s>> I said, looking straight at her. She was taken aback by my statement, genuinely impressed by what I had said. Things were changing in my life and I had been growing more confident by the day, I was proud of who I was and the body I had, why would I want to throw it away to be a random stranger I barely knew anything about? <<s Yara>>I'd rather be with her.<</s>> My friend quipped, smiling at me. I hit her with a pillow. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-pillowhit.mp4">> <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 5">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I wish I had her body">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Some sort of queer sentiment rose in me as I thought of the sexy body in front of me, wishing it was mine... <<s Author>>She's too hot... I wish I had her body.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah her boobs are awesome, they'd look good on you.<</s>> My friend said, joining her voice to mine. <<s Author>>I mean... Point taken.<</s>> <<s Yara>>If you looked like her I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands to myself.<</s>> She said, teasing me. <<s Author>>And right now?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah no, you're repulsive.<</s>> I faked being emotionally damaged as I hit her with a pillow. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-pillowhit.mp4">> <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>I wish I could be with her">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>With a body like hers, there is no doubt that I'd like being with her.<</s>> I said, taking in the movements of her body. <<s Yara>>Same, she's hot.<</s>> My friend said. Were we... Both... Getting turned on by a celebrity's dancing video? It just hit me how weird this whole situation was getting, seeing my friend just as transifxed as I was at the things happening on the screen. Was this jealousy I was feeling in my stomach? Looking to distract my friend from the events on the screen, I decided to hit her with a pillow. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-pillowhit.mp4">> <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'>Why be with her when I can be with you?">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I figured that would be a nice moment to get the moves on, and tease my friend. <<s Author>>Why be with her when I can be with you?<</s>> I asked her teasingly, smiling at her. <<s Yara>>That was so bad.<</s>> Indeed, it came out entirely wrong, and I was quick to address it with a blush on my face. <<s Author>>That was so corny, damn.<</s>> I said. <<light Yara>> smiled, her finger finding the bottom of my chin. <<s Yara>>That's okay though, desperation looks good on you.<</s>> My friend said, teasing me back. I fell back laughing, as did she. Finding a momentary weakness in her position, I decided to hit her with a pillow. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-pillowhit.mp4">> <<link "Continue" "Yara Event 5">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "events/yaraevents/event5-pillow.jpg">>Pillows surrounded us everywhere as we sat on the ground heaving, trying to catch our breath after the intense pillow fight we'd been having. Disheveled and trying to regather ourselves, we were laying facing each other, our bodies close to one another's. <<s Yara>>You have some serious fight, girl!<</s>> <<s Author>>Bold of you to assume I wouldn't!<</s>> I called back. <<s Yara>>And bold of you to think that that would be the last of me.<</s>> She tried standing up, I held her legs tight, keeping her to the ground. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-wrestling.mp4">> I tried doing the same, she was quick to hold me down. We were at a stalemate. <<s Author>>Sooner or later, you'll give up. You'll give in to the dark side of the force.<</s>> I called out menacingly. <<s Yara>>Is that... A star wars reference?<</s>> My friend asked. <<s Author>>What? Are you not a nerd as well?<</s>> <<s Yara>>How dare you use that against me. No one knows!<</s>> My friend called out, taking off my socks. <<s Author>>What are you doing?<</s>> I was confused by her movement. <<s Yara>>Let's see if you can handle the joker, nerd.<</s>> she said, attacking the sole of my feet with her fingers, trying to ellicit laughs from me. And she succeeded in it, as I squirmed while lying besides her, her fingers attacking my feet and making me struggle to keep in the laughs. <<s Yara>>Weak.<</s>> My friend called out, feeling the control she was having over me. I was quickly losing this fight, and struggled to find the right way to deal with the threat looming over my head of being brought low by this worthy foe. <div id='choices'><<link "Hold on, try to outlast her.">><<replace "#choices">>If it's a fight she was looking for, a fight is what she'll get. My friend might have skill, and the way her fingers moved told me she's done this before, or at least a version of this... But I had endurance, and I'd use it to last as long as I needed. I would see her out of energy before I gave up. And indeed, it was after her fingers grew tired that my friend started getting frustrated, noticing that I was emptying my mind from the physical stuff she was doing to me. <<s Yara>>Oh come on, that's not fair, give up!<</s>> Immovable object and unstoppable force. She would not see me defeated, and I would not see her give up. Our fight needed to go beyond the physical, and become one of wills. <<s Author>>Come on, you'll never see me give up.<</s>> I said in a challenging tone. <<s Yara>>Neither would I give in.<</s>> A battle of wills, based on what we can convince the other person to do... <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "Giving her a massage is a good compromise." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Sub" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Submissive Option" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "A mutual massage is the solution." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Switch" 1>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "She's the one who needs to make amends by giving me a massage." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Dom" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Dominant Option" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Give up, I am no match for her.">><<replace "#choices">>It would be a battle of wills, and I'd do my best to hang on and last. I might not be up to her level physically, but part of me- <<s Author>>Oh!<</s>> In my weakened position, my friend decided to take a softer approach with her fingers, knowing she had me entirely in her grasp. Her soft strokes made me tingle all over. I was not laughing now, I was all but swooning. <<s Yara>>Do you like that?<</s>> My friend asked, as her soft brushes continued their thrilling passages across my soles, slowly but surely bringing out a pleasure I had no idea existed. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips. <<s Yara>>Sounds like someone is defeated.<</s>> She said. I noticed that I had long since given up on fighting against my tormentor, accepting her dominance of the fight. I could only give up a fake final fight, which she easily quenched, before entirely softening, admitting defeat. <<s Author>>You win.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Say it. Say I'm the superior being.<</s>> She said back, making her demand of her fallen foe. <<s Author>>I am defeated. You are the superior being.<</s>> <<s Yara>>To the victor the spoils. We can agree that you will serve, right?<</s>> I could only accept her terms. <<s Yara>>I demand a massage. My back is sore from holding you down that long, mare.<</s>> She quipped. Part of me wanted to accept her terms, but another knew that it might be a bit of an extreme demand. Maybe I could wiggle my way out of this... <<link "She's right, as a loser I owe her a massage." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Sub" 1>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "A mutual massage is the solution." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Switch" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Switch Option" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<dark "Dominant Option" "I lost, I need to make amends.">><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Fight fire with fire.">><<replace "#choices">><<if $athletics gte 30>><<light Yara>> was not the only athlete here, and I'd make her realise that really quickly. Taking a momentary dstraction of hers as my cue, I rushed to turn the tables on her, switching things up as I got on top of her and sat on her lower belly, looking at her from my stronger position. My friend did not expect that move, a blush spreading across her cheeks. My fingers were quick to attack her midsection, elliciting her own laughters as I teased her beyond words. <<s Yara>>Mmmph ahh! HAhaha stop it!<</s>> <<s Author>>Only if you give up!<</s>> I was a brutal ruler, one that would see her opponent defeated. The fact that my friend was an athlete yet was being overthrown by me was not lost on me, neither was it on my friend whose stunned expression informed me she had not expected that dominant approach from me. <<s Author>>Come on, you're only good for the track field. Yield.<</s>> I said, teasing her even further, showing her even more that she had been bested by someone she considered would be in a weaker position. It was beautiful seeing her like that. <<s Yara>>I give, I give!<</s>> She finally accepted her defeat, as I finished my assault, smiling wide. Trying to catch her breath, my friend looked up at me still on top of her. <<s Yara>>What now?<</s>> To the victor all the spoils. <<dark "Submissive Option" "I won, why would I do that?">> <<if $subdom lte -20>><<link "Poor girl. A mutual massage is a good compromise." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Switch" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Switch Option" "Not submissive enough (20)">><</if>> <<link "I'm not backing down. She needs to give me a massage." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Dom" 1>><</link>> <<else>>It would be a battle of wills, and I'd do my best to hang on and last. I might not be up to her level physically, but part of me- <<s Author>>Oh!<</s>> In my weakened position, my friend decided to take a softer approach with her fingers, knowing she had me entirely in her grasp. Her soft strokes made me tingle all over. I was not laughing now, I was all but swooning. <<s Yara>>Do you like that?<</s>> My friend asked, as her soft brushes continued their thrilling passages across my soles, slowly but surely bringing out a pleasure I had no idea existed. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips. <<s Yara>>Sounds like someone is defeated.<</s>> She said. I noticed that I had long since given up on fighting against my tormentor, accepting her dominance of the fight. I could only give up a fake final fight, which she easily quenched, before entirely softening, admitting defeat. <<s Author>>You win.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Say it. Say I'm the superior being.<</s>> She said back, making her demand of her fallen foe. <<s Author>>I am defeated. You are the superior being.<</s>> <<s Yara>>To the victor the spoils. We can agree that you will serve, right?<</s>> I could only accept her terms. <<s Yara>>I demand a massage. My back is sore from holding you down that long, mare.<</s>> She quipped. Part of me wanted to accept her terms, but another knew that it might be a bit of an extreme demand. Maybe I could wiggle my way out of this... <<link "She's right, as a loser I owe her a massage." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Sub" 1>><</link>> <<if $subdom gte 20>><<link "A mutual massage is the solution." "Yara Event 5">><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara5 Switch" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Switch Option" "Not dominant enough (20)">><</if>> <<dark "Dominant Option" "I lost, I need to make amends.">><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Outcome will be determined based on athletics.">> <<link "Stop this game, we all know where it's headed.">><<replace "#choices">>I knew and feared where this whole interaction would take us, knew where this foot play would bring us... And I didn't want anything to do with it. <<s Author>>Yara stop. I don't like this.<</s>> I said. My friend continued for a short moment, then the thing I said registered with her. <<s Yara>>Not playing anymore?<</s>> She asked, noticing that the consent wasn't there. <<s Author>>No. I'm not comfortable.<</s>> I said to her. She was quick to separate from my feet and give me my space. <<s Yara>>Sorry I got taken away.<</s>> I knew that my friend was playful, attracted to me, making her moves in one way or another. But I also greatly appreciated that she'd give me my space like that, making sure I'd feel safe no matter the play involved. <<s Author>>It's okay. Thank you for stopping.<</s>> I said. <<s Yara>>Of course. I'd never hurt you.<</s>> She said. <<s Yara>>Can I give you a hug?<</s>> Consent. Asking if she can hug me in my weakened state, seeing if I felt comfortable with that physical contact... This woman knew how to respect boundaries. I nodded, and received a set of arms around me, holding me close and comfortable. I was grateful. <<s Yara>>I'll always be here for you. Will always listen.<</s>> She said. I smiled inwardly. She was a great friend. <<s Author>>Thank you, Yara. That makes me feel safe.<</s>> I said to her. <<link "Move on from the hangout" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Yara5 Sub")>><<less "subdom" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-mesub3.mp4">> My dominant friend was quick to take control, pushing me against the wall mere moments later, pulling my pants down in an aggressive motion. One I openly welcomed. <<s Yara>>It's not any massage that you're offering me. I'll need you naked like the good sub you are.<</s>> She all but threatened me as she had me bent over in front of her in my vulnerable position, her hands drifting down to take control of my pleasure and body. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-mesub1.mp4">> Fingering me in the same aggressive, dominant manner she had started with, my friend brought out multiple heavy moans from me, getting me to succumb to her naughty actions as her whispers teased me in unison with her fingers. <<s Yara>>What a good slut you're being. Always defeated, always beneath me.<</s>> She teassed, receiving only moans of acceptance from me, her submissive. I was defeated, yes, and I loved that feeling. Even though I was the one who was supposed to offer her a massage, I was the one being played with at the moment. And I was getting more and more turned on with each passing moment, until it became apparent to her that my orgasm was imminent. <<s Yara>>Good. You're horny enough to serve.<</s>> She said as she moved away, receiving horny whimpers from me, ones I could not hold back. <<s Yara>>Strip.<</s>> She ordered, quickly followed by my actions, getting rid of whatever clothes I still carried. <<s Yara>>Now come lick me.<</s>> My friend laid down in all her naked glory as I rushed to find my spot between her legs, licking at her hole and trying to reach the delicious nectar within. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-mesub2.mp4">> Her controlling hand grasped the back of my head by the hair and her pussy attacked my lips, grinding against them as she held me under her control. And I relished her guidance, following her lead in service, trying my best to keep looking at her face for signs of acquiescence. I quickly understood what moves were appreciated, and what areas of her body were more sensitive, and attacked those. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-fingerlicking.mp4">> When her grip loosened, I allowed myself to go back to my initial mission; a massage. Yet this one was about her pussy lips being spread around my explorative fingers as my tongue created some relaxing pressure on her beautiful little nub, her clit. I licked and fingered my dominant friend to new orgasmic heights, as I brought her higher and higher pleasure, eager to serve and enjoying the taste her body was sharing with me. Our actions grew intense, and I continued licking and trying to bring out more and more moans from her, succesfully, until she reached the point of no return, a powerful orgasm coursing through her as she raised her head to the air in satisfactio, her mouth agape with no words coming out. A hard orgasm. And A harder praise coming after. <<s Yara>>What a good girl you are, serving me in your own living room. You have found your talent babe.<</s>> She said to me in a teasing manner, smiling down at me. I smiled back. She was pleased with me, and that was all that mattered at the moment! A beautiful ending to a beautiful house visit, who knew what next time would bring... <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Yara5 Switch")>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>><<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-switch1.mp4">> The massage didn't take long to turn into a full on lovemaking session, as our clothes were quickly discarded and our lips continued the fight our bodies had decided to end. Our bodies, entertwined, were vying for control, but we both knew that this control would not be ceded neither earned We were at a stalemate and we both had equal power in this. Sexy bodies moving in unison, enjoying one another's curves, and kissing with abandon. <<s Yara>>You've been standing up for yourself.<</s>> My friend made the notice in between kisses. <<s Author>>And lying down for you, babe.<</s>> I shot back, enjoying the place where our relationship had reached. In mere moments, my friend had me turned over, my back towards her, as she played with my nether region, her mouth playing with my neck instead of my lips. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-switch2.mp4">> <<s Author>>Mmm.. Yes..<</s>> I moaned out in answer, enjoying her kisses and hands all over my body. There was beauty in the moment, and I'm sure anyone looking at us would be able to enjoy it in its full glory. Yet we were safe, in the confines of my home's living room, our bodies moving in unison. I was safe in her hands, as she was in mine, and all was good in the world. The challenge between us remained, yet now it was about pleasure. Who'd bring the other the greatest pleasure. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-fingerlicking.mp4">> In little time, our position switched once more, this time me in more of a controlling position, her on her back and with legs open wide, as I licked and fingered her needy pussy, looking to bring out an orgasm from her. Her juices flowed out of her, coating my hand with a nice sheen of glowing sticky stuff that I was eager to lick up, my tongue flicking ever so gently against er engorged clit. Her moans of appreciation notified me she was close, and I was rushing to give her that pleasure she clearly craved. My friend came against my face, her orgasm rocking through her as I continued my oral assault. <<s Yara>>Oh fuck oh god!<</s>> She cried out, head raised and legs spasming from the intense orgasm that coursed through her. A beautiful ending to a beautiful house visit, who knew what next time would bring... <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Yara5 Dom")>><<add "subdom" 3>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 2>><<add "Yara" 1>>It was true that a massage was what was requested, yet my friend being the horny, dominant, and quite sexual human being that she was, her interpretation of the assignment was quite different that expected. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-medom.mp4">> Somehow, she had removed my clothing and had her fingers rubbing against my inside, working quickly to bring out an orgasm from me, eager to see me succumb to her actions once more. I moaned out in appreciation, before my eyes moved down to look at hers. <<s Author>>You naughty minx, trying to turn things back on me!<</s>> I said with a smile, showing her I didn't entirely blame her. My confidence gave her pause, as she wasn't expecting this kind of approach to the whole situation. <<s Yara>>Do you like it?<</s>> She asked, trying to tease. <<s Author>>Could do better.<</s>> I said, receiving a quick disappointed look from her. She expected praise but instead received mixed reviews. <<s Author>>Let me show you how it's done.<</s>> I'd put her in her place, and show her who was the true mistress of pleasure between the two of us. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-medom2.mp4">> Carrying her over to the couch, I quickly had her clothes off, and sat her down on top of me, my fingers attacking her own snatch, finding her even wetter than anticipated. <<s Author>>Someone's beyond turned on to be serving me!<</s>> I laughed at her, knowing my words would have an effect on her psyche, knowing that she'd take them to heart, and feel how I won't be an easy target. Knowing that in this relationship, should she try to pursue it, I'd be the predator and she the prey. I'd make her succumb, as my fingers explored her folds with vigor, grabbing her head and claiming kisses that were rightfully mine. Kisses she eagerly agreed on giving. Kisses I was owed by the defeated foe. <<s Author>>Losers like you are but toys in the hands of your victors.<</s>> I said, looking to dismantle her image of self, looking to make her feel weak and inadequate. Looking to break her down so that I can build her up the way I wanted to. I'd make my friend succumb to me, if it was the last thing I did. And in that vulnerable position, my friend could do nothing but greet the orgasm that shook through her in open arms, moaning loud on my knees and praising my actions. A submissivewave of emotions rushing through her. And in her vulnerability, when she was ordered to offer me the same service I did her, my friend didn't take long before she was between my legs, looking to return the favor. <<vid "events/yaraevents/event5-fingerlicking.mp4">> Fingers deep inside and tongue licking against my engorged clit, her subservience to my power turned me on just as much as her actions did. A great, dominant athlete was now my toy to play with as I wanted, in the comfort of my living room, coming over to serve me as you'd expect from her. Indeed, that was her rightful place, and with time, she'd understand it. As my orgasm coursed through me, imagining my friend as a pet made to serve me, I felt compelled to make her lick and suck every ounce I had to offer. And she felt obliged to follow my orders, just like a good submissive should. I'd bring out the submissive in her soon enough, and she'd thank me for it. A beautiful ending to a beautiful house visit, who knew what next time would bring... <<link "Finish" "Management">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>><<set $metYara to true>><<set $yaramessagepre to 1>> As I approach my friend <<light Yara>>, I notice her talking to a cheerleader that I do not recognize. This other girl is smiling widely as she has my friend's attention. <<s Yara>>Honestly you don't need to do much, just show up.<</s>> The stranger nods at her before she turns to walk away. <<light Yara>> looks at me and smiles wide. <<s Yara>> <<print "$name">>! It is so good to see you!<</s>> <<s Author>>It's good to see you too, Yara<</s>> I smile back. She looks at me, and seems to read me easily. <<s Yara>>Something tells me you haven't been feeling yourself... Is everything alright?<</s>> I look at her. <<light Yara>> has always been active, productive, athletic, and wouldn't have any issue getting what she needs for her college applications... <<s Author>>You wouldn't understand...<</s>> I tell her, saddened that I cannot share what I feel with her. <<s Yara>>Let me guess, is it about the email from the SA Office?<</s>> She surprises me with her connection. I crack and speak up. <<s Author>>You're lucky you have all your hobbies, Yara. Unfortunately for me, I am stuck with no life.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Then get one.<</s>> I look at her sideways as we start walking towards class. <<s Yara>>No seriously, I mean it. You can always change what you know and who you are. I've recently discovered a lot about myself, you can do it too!<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know, Yara...<</s>> I'm still unconvinced. <<s Yara>>Tell you what, let's go to the mall this Saturday. It would be a good opportunity for you to get out of your shell, and who knows, maybe get to do some fun shopping. What do you say?<</s>> <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>That actually sounds like a good idea!">><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I consider it for just a short time. <<s Author>>That actually sounds like a good idea, Yara. I might take you up on it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>That's great to hear, sexy girl. Come on, let's go <<link "out" "School">><</link>><</s>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I don't know if I should...">><<add "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I don't know if I should... Malls are not really my thing...<</s>> <<s Yara>>We agreed that you need to get out of your shell, didn't we? I want you to join me. Come on now, you wouldn't want to be late.<</s>> <<link "Leave her alone." "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I can't Yara, sorry.">><<replace "#choices">>My social anxiety flares up. I'm too hesitant to join. <<s Author>>I can't Yara, I'm sorry. I have... plans.<</s>> <<s Yara>>What plans? You just said you have no life! Come on now you big nerd, you wouldn't want to be late <<link "to leave!" "School">><</link>><</s>><</replace>><</link>> </div>

<div id='parkout'><<set $workoutweek to true>><center>Special Events: <<if $Yara gte 20 and $yaraevent is 1>><<link "A Special Hangout" "Yara Event 2">><<add "yaraevent" 1>><</link>><<elseif $yaraevent gte 2>><<dark "Friendship Milestone 20" " Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Friendship Milestone 20" "Improve your friendship">><</if>> | <<if $bbcworld gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("BBC1") is 0>><<link "BBC World Milestone 10">><<pickup $friendsevents "BBC1" 1>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Yara Park BBC10">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("BBC1")>><<dark "BBC world Milestone 10" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "BBC World Milestone 10" "Promote a diverse world">><</if>> | <<if $alphabeta lte -35 and $friendsevents.count("LeoFem35") is 0>><<link "Leo sent a message!">><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoFem35" 1>><<set $leomessage to 8>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Jogging Leo Fem 35">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LeoMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<dark "Leo sent a message!" "Only on feminine path">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35")>><<dark "Leo is joining" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "A message received" "Help Leo embrace femininity">><</if>> | <<if $Leo gte 55 and $alphabeta lt 0 and $friendsevents.count("Leo55") is 0>><<link "Leo is joining!">><<pickup $friendsevents "Leo55" 1>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Jogging Leo 55">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<dark "Leo is joining!" "Only on feminine path">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Leo55")>><<dark "Leo is joining" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "A friend joins" "Improve my friendship with Leo (55)">><</if>> | <<if $athletics gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics35Jogging") is 0>><<link "Athletics Milestone 35">><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics35Jogging" 1>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Jogging Athletics 35">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Athletics35Jogging")>><<dark "Athletics milestone 35" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Athletics Milestone 35" "Improve my athleticism">><</if>> | <<if $evasmarts lte -10 and $friendsevents.count("Evasmarts -10") is 0>><<link "Eva Bimbo 30">><<less "evasmarts" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "EvaSmarts 30">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Evasmarts -10")>><<dark "Eva Bimbo 30" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Eva Bimbo 30" "Turn her dumber">><</if>> | <<if $bisex gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex 25") is 0>><<link "Bisex 25">><<pickup $friendsevents "Bisex 25" 1>><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Jogging Bisex 25">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bisex 25")>><<dark "Bisexuality 25" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Bisexuality 25" "Be more bisexual">><</if>> | <<if $subdom lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("Sub25") is 0 or $subdom gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Dom25") is 0>><<link "Subdom Milestone 25">><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Jogging Subdom 25">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.hasAny("Sub25", "Dom25")>><<dark "Subdom Milestone 25" "Already Seen">><<else>><<dark "Subdom Milestone 25" "Be more submissive or dominant">><</if>> Random Workout: <<link "Random Workout Scene">><<replace "#parkout">><<include "Yara Park Workout Random">><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<switch $parkworkout>><<case 1>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout4.jpg">> Taking pointers from <<light Yara>>, I improve my workouts and physical ability. <<case 2>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout5.jpg">> Hanging out with <<light Yara>>, I enjoy my time at the park as we have our workout. <<case 3>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout6.jpg">> In unison with <<light Yara>>, my workout at the park is an absolute blast. <<case 4>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout1.jpg">> Taking a breather from our intense workout today, <<light Yara>> and I enjoy the beautiful park scenery. <<case 5>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout2.jpg">> Stopping a moment to tie my shoes, I notice that <<light Yara>> has created some distance between us. I catch up to her with relative ease. <<default>><<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout7.jpg">> <<light Yara>> and I enjoy a beautiful jog in the park.<</switch>>

<<picmid "events/yaraevents/interracial-lesbian-kiss.jpg">> As <<light Yara>> and I jogged in the park alongside each other, me trying to match her pace and her gracefully slowing down a bit, we are met with the beautiful image of an interracial lesbian couple sharing a public kiss. <<s Yara>>How sweet!<</s>> My friend was quick to comment. I wasn't sure whether she was commenting on their gender or their race, but it was nice to see such an openly diverse world. It made me happy to witness it.

<<pichead "workout/bisex25-kiss0.jpg" "A queer celebration">> As <<light Yara>> and I jogged on this beautiful Saturday morning, we were greeted by song and laughter at one point, rainbow colored flags waving in the air and happy vibes surrounding us. One sexy lady, a sign tied around her neck, shouted out at us: <<s stranger>>Hello sexy girls! Care for a free kiss?<</s>> She asked us, the signpost claiming: FREE QUEER KISSES!! That encounter, one that I did not expect, was something that I'd been ruminating in my mind. Would I truly kiss a girl? Would I let go and do that, especially in public? There was something hot about the suggestion and the prospects of what this could bring... And there was no hesitation on <<light Yara>>'s part as she moved over and kissed the stranger, grabbing her in a dominating manner by the waist. <<picmid "workout/bisex25-kiss1.jpg">> Their kiss was enticing. I was jealous. Of who, I didn't know. Probably both. But regardless of that, I was still looking on, trying to think of my own desires, my own needs and wants. Would I do the same? As they separated, they both looked at me. Queer Kiss. Would I be announcing something, at least to <<light Yara>>? <div id='choices'><<if $Yara gte 30>><<link "Kiss my friend">><<add "Yara" 3>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<picmid "workout/bisex25-kiss3.jpg">> Jealous of their actions, wanting my friend for myself, I moved over and kissed her myself on the lips. <<s Author>>Long live queer kisses!<</s>> I said, smiling at the two of them, before moving back in for another kiss. The beautiful blush on my friend's face told me she appreciated the gesture. <<s Yara>>Long live queer friends.<</s>> she said back. //Was I truly queer? Or just exploring things?// <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Kiss my friend" "Not close enough (30)">><</if>> <<if $subdom gte 0>><<link "Kiss the stranger! Show dominance!">><<replace "#choices">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<picmid "workout/bisex25-kiss2.jpg">> I moved up to the sexy stranger, and took what she offered, kissing her straight on the lips, knwoing that one way or another, it'd have an effect on <<light Yara>> The lady moaned positively, as I kissed hard against her, makiing sure she liked my activity. As we separated, I could hear my friend give a faint <<s Yara>>Woah<</s>>. I smiled at her. <<s Author>>Long live queer kisses.<</s>> I joked, before starting to jog away once more. This time, for once, she was the one playing catchup. <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<link "Blush profusely">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 2>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace '#choices'>>I could only blush at the sight, not quite believing the beauty of what I saw. My friend and her temporary lover smiled at me. The stranger approached, smiling wide. <<s stranger>>Look at you, blushing so sweetly!<</s>> She cooed, her voice soft and engaging. <<s stranger>>It's okay babe. It's just a kiss.<</s>> She was dangerously close, her lips inches way from mine. I leaned in just a tiny bit. I did need it. <<picmid "workout/bisex25-kiss2.jpg">><<light Yara>> smiled wide as she saw our lips clash, the tension dissipating almost immediately, turning into butterflies in my stomach. Kissing women is so.. right? So soft, their lips are like beautiful caresses, softer than a paintbrush across a canvas. I kissed back with fervor, led by the charismatic stranger, feeling lucky to be sharing this moment with her. What a beautiful moment in the park. My heart was rushing even more than my jogging made it go. I kissed a girl, a stranger, and I liked it!<</replace>><</link>><</if>></div>

At one point during our run, now a bit more intense than when we first started this adventure a while ago, we decided to rest for a short while, pushing ourselves a bit further than usual. <<s Yara>>I honestly never expected you to be able to keep up to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm still struggling here, Yara. You're a natural born athlete.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And with your hard work, you're keeping up to me. You've been building up quite the figure!<</s>> <<s Author>>Oh you're just saying that!<</s>> <<s Yara>>No I'm not. I'm serious.<</s>> <<s Author>>You're selling me words.<</s>> I replied, not quite believing her claims. She looked at me. A crazy idea flashed in her eyes. Moments later, my yoga pants were at my knees, my ass shaking in the free air. <<vid "workout/athletics35.mp4">> <<s Author>>Woah!<</s>> I called out. Some people were catching glances at me, while my friend still held my yoga pants low. <<s Yara>>I won't stop till you admit that you have a hot ass.<</s>> I looked back at her, and at my ass. She was right. And I had to admit it, if I needed to save face. I was starting to be oggled by strangers. <<s Author>>Okay, okay, I admit it! I'm hot!<</s>> I called out, a nervous laughter mixing with my words. <<s Yara>>No. Say it. Say "I have a hot, naughty ass!"<</s>> I simply had to comply. <<s Author>>I have a hot, dirty naughty ass!<</s>> I laughed out. She laughed as well, pulling the yoga pants back up. <<s Yara>>Good girl. The truth will set you free!<</s>> She smiled as she went back to jogging. //I have a hot, dirty, naughty ass.//

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> Today's jog was similar to many others. Despite the challenge of the run, there was still something to be hoped out of it. <<s Yara>>I'm bored.<</s>> I could only agree to my friend's statement. <<s Author>>What were you thinking of?<</s>> I was desperate for any entertainment. <<s Yara>>I don't know... Some sort of challenge.<</s>> There was a twinke in her eye. A sense of excitement that I knew spelled trouble. <<if $subdom lte -25>> <<linkreplace "Listen to her challenge">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Sub25" 1>>I was all ears, ready to listen to what she was about to propose. My complacency brought a huge smile to her face. I was ready to be challenged, and she was ready to put me in a tough spot. <<s Yara>>You need to flash someone.<</s>> She said, smiling. <<s Author>>Flash someone?<</s>> I asked her back. <<s Yara>>Yeah, me.<</s>> What kind of challenge was that? My friend was smiling at me, seeing me make my calculations. <<s Author>>I need to flash you.<</s>> That wasn't a challenge, that was simply her asking to see my boobs. It would break the boredom, sure... And it would be pretty hot to do it... And she was steadfast on having me flash her... And I didn't have the force of will to deny her that action... <<vid "workout/subdom25.mp4">> I gave a quick look to the side before raising my shirt over my boobs, flashing my friend. She smiled wide. <<s Yara>>I'm no longer bored.<</s>> She claimed. I laughed back at her, excitement growing through me. My friend asked me to flash her. And all I could do was comply. I was a people pleaser, and she was the person most worthy of pleasing.<</linkreplace>><<elseif $subdom gte 25>>I figured it would be smartest to beat her to the curve. <<linkreplace "Challenge her first">><<add "subdom" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Dom25" 1>><<s Author>>You're right.<</s>> I was quick to say. <<s Author>>I challenge you to flash me!<</s>> My friend looked at me, stunned. I smiled back at her, a naughty look in my eyes. And she shared that look moments later. If I knew one thing about my friend, it was that she was competitive at heart. And wouldn't back down from a challenge. <<vid "workout/subdom25.mp4">> <<light Yara>> was quick to reveal her beautiful breasts to me, accepting the challenge I issued. <<s Yara>>Like what you see?<</s>> She asked me with a wide smile. <<s Author>>I'm no longer bored.<</s>> I claimed back, smiling at my sexy friend. My friend was courageous, steadfast on not backing down from a challenge, and I had very easily gotten her to flash me. Who knows what else I'd be able to get her to do, knowing that steadfast part of her character... //I could have her wrapped around my finger!//<</linkreplace>><</if>>

<<s Yara>>Who's that hot piece of ass?<</s>> My friend asked as she looked at the picture on my screen, catching up to me in our workout. <<s Author>>You won't believe it... It's Leo.<</s>> I answered her. I could see that my friend was impressed with what she saw. <<s Yara>>Oh really?<</s>> She asked, <<s Yara>>I really thought that was a sissy!<</s>> I didn't recognize the word. <<s Author>>A sissy?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah, a boi who'd rather dress up like a girl and embraces his femininity.<</s>> She explained. <<s Author>>Isn't that a trans woman?<</s>> <<s Yara>>That's the thing. A sissy feels shame in doing this transition, in her crossdressing. She liked the humiliation of her acts, and it's all about inferiority for her.<</s>> She explained, smiling, almost laughing at what she said. <<s Yara>>They're really cute if you ask me, so submissive.<</s>> She said right before continuing her progress, jogging away. //A sissy...// Was that what <<light Leo>> was turning into? No... I was empowering him by helping him discover his femininity, right? It wasn't a humiliating act, it was freeing... Though I could always research the term to understand more about it. Humiliation does seem interesting...

<<pichead "workout/leo-workout-clothes.jpg" "An attractive third">> As <<light Yara>> and I ran on this lovely Saturday morning, I was surprised to see a very particular individual joining us, eager to be part of the workout we were having. <<pichalf "workout/leo-gymwear.jpg">> My good friend <<light Leo>> was dressed in the most interesting of clothing, smiling wide as he saw the two of us walk alongside the road. <<s Leo>>Hey <<print $name>>, hey Yara!<</s>> I turned to look at what my athletic friend's reaction would be. And she was impressed. There was an interested look in her eyes. Something that told me she really liked what she was seeing. <<s Yara>>Look at you cute thing!<</s>> She praised him, <<s Yara>>Where have you been hiding these curves all that time?<</s>> <<light Leo>> blushed as he received these kind words, his cheeks turning pink as he tried to deal with all the positive attention. <<s Leo>>I... I guess I was afraid to show off.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh darling, with a body like yours...<</s>> She mused, moving closer to him. <<s Yara>>It's not that there isn't some work still to be done, but you're already well on your way!<</s>> She half-complimented him. There was a sense of determination on his face. <<s Leo>>That's why I'm here... I thought I'd join you on your run.<</s>> He claimed, smiling. I smiled back at him. The last time we hung out at my place, he said he looked up to <<light Yara>> in all her dominance, and now, he had found to courage to approach and join our jogging session. <<s Yara>>Of course, only if you can keep up!<</s>> <<light Yara>> called out, immediately being rushed by <<light Leo>> who went to hug her. My friend was quick to hook her arm around him and spank him teasingly. <<vid "workout/leo-assspank.mp4">> <<s Yara>>Come on, let's get going!<</s>> She called out excitedly as she turned and started running, putting the two of us to shame. //What a nice trio we do!// And the way <<light Yara>> had been eyeing him... Something told me that this would not be the last time these two would interact, and knowing <<light Yara>>, she'll want him hooked around her finger too... Oh <<light Leo>>...

<<silently>><<repeat 1s>><<updatemeter 'Yara Friendship' `$Yara / $maxyara`>><</repeat>><</silently>><<set $metyaraday to true>><<if $metYara is false>><<include "Yara First Meeting">><<else>><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/yara.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgyar2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Yara'' <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> Submission Level: <<print $subdom>> <<showmeter 'Yara Friendship' `$Yara / $maxyara`>></center></p></div> The athletic <<light Yara>> turns with a spin to meet me.<<if $Yara gte $maxyara>><<set $Yara to $maxyara>><br>My friendship with her has reached its peak, I need to do something special to evolve it now.<</if>> <div id="talking"><div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">''The Usual Stuff'': </div><div class="col-6">''One-Off Scenes'': </div></div> <<link "Back to School" "School">><</link>></div></center><</if>>

<<if $metYara is false>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Meeting Yara'>" "Yara First Meeting">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Announced') and $valentine.count('ValentineYaraTalk') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk About the Valentine Flyers'>" "ValentineYaraTalk">><<addtime>><<pickup $valentine 'ValentineYaraTalk' 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Media 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 15">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 15" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Media 40") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 40">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 40" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Yara 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Another Social Media Conversation'>" "Insta Yara 55">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 15") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='She approaches me with her phone'>" "Insta Yara 15">><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 15" 1>><<add "Yara" 5>><<addtime>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 35") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='She is busy on her phone'>" "Insta Yara 35">><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 35" 1>><<add "Yara" 5>><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Yara Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Yara Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><<add "Yara" 3>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Hangout with Yara'>" "School">><<add "Yara" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $day is 6 and $time is 1 and $workoutoption is true>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Jog with Yara'>" "Yara Park Workout">><<add "parkworkout" 1>><<addtime>><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>><<elseif $metYara is false>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Media 40") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about Social Media'>" "Media 40">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media 40" 1>><</link>><<elseif $Yara gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Yara 55") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Another Social Media Conversation'>" "Insta Yara 55">><<add "Yara" 3>><<addtime>><<set $return to passage()>><<pickup $friendsevents "Yara 55" 1>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Yara Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/notification/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Talk about HRC Post'>" "HRC SM Yara Scene">><<set $return to passage()>><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><<add "Yara" 3>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='70px' title='Hangout with Yara'>" "Park">><<add "Yara" 7>><<addtime>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Hangout").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> Hanging out with <<light Yara>> is always fun, and while it doesn't seem like we've accomplished much, our friendship did benefit from our time together! <<if $workoutoption is false>><<link "Choose to join her workouts after all">><<add "Yara" 3>><<set $workoutoption to true>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Workout Rechoice").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>>

<<pic Yara>><</pic>> Thinking back on the offer she made me a while ago at the park after she got me my gym clothes, I speak out to <<light Yara>>: <<s Author>>Hey about that offer to join you on your workouts...<</s>> <<s Yara>>You finally changed your mind great! I'll see you on Thursdays at track meet and on Saturday mornings at the park!<</s>> She smiles widely as she gives me the information, before being called away by another firend of hers. I was hesitant yet hopeful for these workouts.

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/yara.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgyar2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Yara'' <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> Submission Level: <<print $subdom>> <<showmeter 'Yara Friendship' `$Yara / $maxyara`>></center></p></div></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Yara>> is my athletic close friend that I have long admired and liked spending time with. She is part of the school's track team and keeps beating the competition at every turn. She likes to be in charge and has a very confident attitude, one that has sparked a few queer rumors about her... <<if $yaraevent is 2>>I have recently seen her compete in one of the track meets and helped her in the lockers.<br><<elseif $yaraevent is 1>>When I went to the mall to meet her, she tried on lingerie for me to choose from. She's so confident in her own skin!<br><</if>><<if $workoutoption is true>>I join her for her track meets and jog with her at the park every Saturday.<br><</if>><<if $metYara is false>>I might want to meet my friend <<light Yara>> at school to talk about that SA Office letter...<<elseif $yaramessagepre is 1>>Now that I've talked to <<light Yara>> and she invited me to go to the mall, I'll see her there Saturday!<<elseif $yaramessage is 2>><<light Yara>> is reaching out to me. Let's see what she wants.<</if>> <div id='info'></div></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Yara>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-3 management">''Milestones'': <<if $yaraevent gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $yaraevent is 0 and $Yara gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - She'll reach out in time.">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 10 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $yaraevent gte 2>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $yaraevent is 1 and $Yara gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Go jogging with her on Saturday">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 20 - Improve the Friendship">><</if>><<if $yaraevent gte 3>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $yaraevent is 2 and $Yara gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Wait for Saturday's Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 30 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $yaraevent gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $yaraevent is 3 and $Yara gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Meet her at the gym">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 40 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $yaraevent gte 5>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $yaraevent is 4 and $Yara gte 50>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - She'll visit on Sunday">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 50 - Improve the friendship">><</if>><<if $yaraevent gte 6>><<dark "☑" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Achieved">><<elseif $valentine.count("Passed") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Pass the Valentine Event">><<elseif $yaraevent is 5 and $Yara gte 60>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - During Saturday's jog">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Friendship Milestone 60 - Improve the friendship">><</if>> <<if visited("TM Subdom 1") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Missed the chance to see these scenes - Track Meet Passed">><<elseif $subdom lte -10>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Go to track meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Grow more submissive">><</if>><<if visited("TM Subdom 2") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Missed the chance to see these scenes - Track Meet Passed">><<elseif $subdom lte -20>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Go to track meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Grow more submissive">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $class.count("Literary Values") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Literature Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Literature Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Conflict of Interest") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Soccer Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Soccer Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Intro to Gymnastics") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Intro to Gymnastics Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Intro to Gymnastics Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Literary Influences") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Literary Influences Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Literary Influences Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("A New Light") is 0>><<dark "☐" "A New Light Class - Keep attending Bekham's classes till after his proposal">><<else>><<dark "☑" "A New Light Class - Finished">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if $workoutoption is true>><<dark "☑" "Workout with Yara - Unlocked">><<elseif $workoutoption is false>><<dark "■" "Workout with Yara - Locked">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Workout with Yara - Meet her at the Mall on Saturday">><</if>> <<if $workoutoption is true>><<dark "■" "Workout with Yara - Not Written Yet">><</if>> </div><div class="col-3 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Yara and Eva" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><div id="continue"><center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/mall-yoga.jpg" width="60%"></center> Seeing her there in her yoga pants was not what I expected when she told me to meet her at the mall on this lovely day. And that was but the start of it. As soon as she saw me, <<light Yara>> jumped at me for a big hug, pushing me back a few steps to keep the balance. <<s Yara>>Oh it's so good to see you!<</s>> <<s Author>>It's good to see you too, Yara<</s>> She smiles at me <<s Author>>So what's the plan for the day? You don't seem to be dressed for a day at the mall?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Oh yeah not at all. I want us to buy you workout clothes and head to the park for a run.<</s>> I was confused, and here I thought that we'd be spending the day shopping... <<light Yara>> was quick to move, leaving me stumbling behind as she headed to the nearest shop, <<link "Pablo Rabonne Clothing">><<replace "#continue">><center><img src="images/locations/pablorabonne.jpg" width="100%"></center> Arriving at the clothing store, I could see the wide rows of clothes that they held, many way out of price range or way too naughty for me. <<light Yara>> spoke up to me after dismissing the shopkeeper: <<s Yara>>You have your choice of gym clothes. I can pay for it for you.<</s>> <<s Author>>You don't have to...<</s>> <<s Yara>>I want to. That's how we get you to change your life for the better, ok?<</s>> I smile at her, nodding. //That was really kind of her// The choice was mine on which of the gym clothes I wanted to pick for myself: <span class="buy">''Gym Clothes''<nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-4 management"><<momentbuy "pablorabonne" "gym plain outfit" 0 0>></div><div class="col-4 management"><<momentbuy "pablorabonne" "gym pink hoodie" 0 0>><<momentbuy "pablorabonne" "gym pink shorts" 0 15>></div><div class="col-4"><<momentbuy "pablorabonne" "gym yoga pattern" 0 0>></div></div></nobr> <<repeat 1s>><<if $wardrobe.hasAny('gym pink hoodie', 'gym pink shorts', 'gym plain outfit', 'gym yoga pattern')>><<goto "YaraMall">><</if>><</repeat>></span> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Making my choice, I am ushered by <<light Yara>> into the changing room to try out my new clothes. I pick up the outfit I chose in front of me and look at it, before deciding to put it on. <<if $wardrobe.has('gym pink hoodie')>><center><img src="images/clothes/gym pink hoodie.jpg" width="60%"></center><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "gym pink hoodie" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<elseif $wardrobe.has('gym pink shorts')>><center><img src="images/clothes/gym pink shorts.jpg" width="60%"></center><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "gym pink shorts" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<elseif $wardrobe.has('gym plain outfit')>><center><img src="images/clothes/gym plain outfit.jpg" width="60%"></center><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "gym plain outfit" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<elseif $wardrobe.has('gym yoga pattern')>><center><img src="images/clothes/gym yoga pattern.jpg" width="60%"></center><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "gym yoga pattern" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><</if>> Walking out, I show my friend my new clothes, and she gushes over me telling me to twirl as I show off for her. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/events/yaraevents/showoff.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> Beyond happy for me, <<light Yara>> grabs my hand and takes me to the counter, asking for them to beep up my clothes while they're still on me. Walking out of the place, she stops me and asks me: <<s Yara>>Care to join me to the <<link "park" "YaraMall">><</link>> my fair lady?<</s>> <<s Author>>I'd be delighted to!<</s>> //It feels really good spending time with her like that.// <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>> <center><img src="images/locations/park.jpg" width="100%"></center> Half an hour later, we had reached the park and were walking around taking in the beautiful scenery, her excited to be working out and me hesitant to be doing so publicly. <<s Yara>>Hey why are you so worried?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's just... I'm not used to doing this kind of thing...<</s>> <<s Yara>>What, working out?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah... Or at least doing so publicly...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't worry about it. It'll be fun. Come on, first we need to stretch<</s>> <<set $workoutweek to true>> <<picmid "events/yaraevents/park-workout3.jpg">> Standing face to face, <<light Yara>> and I started stretching out, when a stray thought drifted through my mind. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Check her out">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>//I can't help myself...// Unable to control my eyes, they drift as they land on her beautiful curves and see what beauty she has to offer. I can't help but feel a bit hotter being so close to her, as she notices me looking. <<s Yara>>Hey is everything okay?<</s>> Clearing my throat, I try to act normal: <<s Author>>Oh yeah, definitely, the weather is hot...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah the weather.<</s>> She teases me as she looks at me with a smirk. //It's nice that she's so cool about it.// <<link "continue" "YaraMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Compliment her body">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//I gotta say something...// <<s Author>>Hey Yara how come you look so... Good?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Good?<</s>> I don't know how to answer that. <<s Author>>Yeah I mean attractive.. You know... Athletic?<</s>> <<s Yara>>I'm just teasing you. Well I work out. Like... A lot!<</s>> <<s Author>>What's the point?<</s>> <<s Yara>>What's the point of you studying? We each have something in us that pushes us to do stuff... I can't explain it but I feel compelled to see myself in this better image...<</s>> I could see her point. And I could see myself probably following such a path myself... <<link "continue" "YaraMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Ignore the urges">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">>//That's some dumb thoughts, honestly.// Ignoring the urges that seem to want to call me to some sort of action, I look at the path that awaits us. <<s Author>>I hope you'll take it easy on me during this workout.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah yeah don't worry, I'll only be jogging!<</s>> //Yeah right...// <<link "continue" "YaraMall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<add "athletics" 1>> <<picmid "events/yaraevents/jogging.jpg">> <<s Author>>You jogging is me running Yara!<</s>> Running alongside each other - well me running and her at like a paced jog - <<light Yara>> and I were cruising past people at the wide park. Being in a rural town, we had quite the large park that stretched all the way to the nearby forest, and most people didn't know where the park ended and the forest began. <<light Yara>> seemed to know her way around these parts quite well. <<s Author>>You jogging is me running Yara!<</s>> She laughs at my breathy attempt at humor, as she slows her pace for me to keep up. <<s Yara>>Sorry I'm just really used to this. I come here every Saturday morning.<</s>> <<s Author>>I can see that! You're like... Really good at this!<</s>> <<s Yara>>I run track, I have to be. It's the only way I'll get to go to college.<</s>> <<s Author>>Really?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Yeah the old ones can't really help much. They can't help at all actually, so I gotta take care of things myself.<</s>> <<s Author>>Sorry I didn't know<</s>> <<s Yara>>Have you given it any thought?<</s>> <<s Author>>Given what any thought?<</s>> <<s Yara>>The whole college applications thing<</s>> <<s Author>>I'm keeping my options open.<</s>> <<s Yara>>It's too late to join the track team...<</s>> I could barely breathe. <<s Author>>I guess I'll leave track to you!<</s>> The joke elicits a laugh from my friend, slowing her momentarily. I give a sigh of relief. <<s Yara>>You could always join the cheer team...<</s>> <<s Author>>Do you think they'll take me?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Well not like that they won't! But if you keep coming here to workout with me I think we could get you to a place where they might take you in.<</s>> <<s Author>>I don't know really...<</s>> <<s Yara>>You could even join the track meets on Thursdays, that way you'll get some additional workout in. By this time next month you'll be able to transfer to the cheer team. What do you think?<</s>> <<s Author>>You're doing so much for me...<</s>> <<s Yara>>Hey you don't HAVE to do it, but I think it'll do you good to get out of your shell...<</s>> <<picmid "events/yaraevents/stretching.jpg">> I was left thoughtful throughout the rest of the workout, all the way till the end of it, where we finished with a quick stretch. <<s Yara>>This here is equally important, or you'll get injured very easily.<</s>> I nodded along, mindlessly following her lead at this point. <<s Yara>>So have you given my offer some thought? Come on, it'll do you good!<</s>> <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'>I'll join you on both workouts.">><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $workoutoption to true>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think you're right. I'll join you on both workouts, and who knows maybe a few weeks from now I'll be taking your spot on the track team!<</s>> <<s Yara>>HAh! Doubtful! But you can certainly try!<</s>> I laughed for a bit, then spoke up. <<s Author>>Hey Yara thank you for today, I really appreciate it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't mention it, friend! I enjoyed it too!<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll pay you back for the gym outfit.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't worry about it, I'm glad you'll be able to wear it around often. I'll see you at school Monday!<</s>> Parting ways, I'm left with a big smile.// <<light Yara>> is so cool!// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'll try to make it as much as possible.">><<set $workoutoption to true>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>I think you're right. I'll try to make it as much as possible. I wanna get better<</s>> <<s Yara>>That's really great to hear. I can't wait for you to cheer me on in school events!<</s>> I laughed for a bit, then spoke up. <<s Author>>Hey Yara thank you for today, I really appreciate it.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't mention it, friend! I enjoyed it too!<</s>> <<s Author>>I'll pay you back for the gym outfit.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't worry about it, I'm glad you'll be able to wear it around often. I'll see you at school Monday!<</s>> Parting ways, I'm left with a big smile.// <<light Yara>> is so cool!// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>I don't think I'm really so interested in all these workouts.">><<set $workoutoption to false>><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">>She was really sweet in offering, but feeling like a burden I felt compelled to turn down her offer. <<s Author>>I'm really sorry but I don't think they're the thing for me. I probably will try a different route...<</s>> <<s Yara>>I understand the feeling, but I know the only way forward is within. If you ever change your mind you know where to find me.<</s>> <<s Author>>I appreciate that... And hey about the outfit<</s>> <<s Yara>>Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll have the chance to wear and use it!<</s>> Smiling softly at her, I'm thankful for her presence in my life. Although she did seem sad of my reluctance to join her... //Guess it can't be helped...// <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>>No more scenes with Yara - There's a bug <<link "Move along" "Mall">><</link>><</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<s Author>>Hey Yara! I'm here!<</s>> Rushing to meet my friend, I reach her with a spring in my step. <<s Yara>>Someone's happy to see me!<</s>> I smile at her, changing the subject: <<s Author>>So, you need my opinion on stuff? I never expected that to happen!<</s>> <<s Yara>>Hey! Why wouldn't I? Honestly I have a feeling you're the perfect person for this job.<</s>> The way she said that made me raise an eyebrow, but she was quick to distract. <<s Yara>>Anyway let's have a walk first, it feels nice to hang out outside of school!<</s>> With a jovial spirit, <<light Yara>> takes the lead, walking alongside the different shops and places there. <<if $athletics gte 10>><<s Yara>>It's so great to see how you've improved, <<print $name>>. You're looking better each day!<</s>> <<if $workoutoption is true>><<s Author>>All thanks to you! Our workouts have been very benificial.<</s>> She smiles at me, <<s Yara>>I know, I'm a great teacher.<</s>> Her radiant smile is contagious as I feel myself smiling too.<<else>><<s Author>>Aw thanks! I'm doing my best.<</s>> <<s Yara>>And it's showing! Way to go!<</s>> Her radiant smile is contagious as I feel myself smiling too. <</if>><<else>><<s Yara>>You know, you've never been the most athletic person out there...<</s>> Weirded by her comment, I replied: <<s Author>>There's more to life than sports you know.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I know, I know, you're like the biggest nerd out there.<</s>> She smiles naughtily at me, teasing me. I can't help but smile back.<</if>> <<link "Continue" "YaraMall2">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Walking alongside each other across different shops, I notice we grab the attention of a few onlookers. One chooses to be a bit more direct about his appreciation. <<s Samuel>>Hello sexies! How are we doing today?<</s>> The man, although not so bad looking, is obvioudly a college graduate. His approach is problematic to say the least. He does look nice though... His friend, next to him, chuckles at what he's doing, as they look at us hoping for a reaction. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Show him interest" "YaraMall2">><<add "open" 1>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Show disgust" "YaraMall2">><<less "open" 1>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>See what Yara does" "YaraMall2">><<less "subdom" 1>><</link>> </div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>Before I even get the chance to speak up with what I want, <<light Yara>> interjects, immediately scolding the stranger and giving him a piece of her mind. <<s Yara>>How dare you? Are you even serious right now? I'm barely 17! That's fucking child abuse you piece of shit!<</s>> Her words immediately cause them both to get nervous, as they furtively look around to see if anyone noticed the interaction. The stares they collect are not flattering, as they try to hide themselves while walking away. <<light Yara>> doesn't slow her verbal assault: <<s Yara>>Yeah you better run, pedos!<</s>> Speeding up, the two men rush away as <<light Yara>> turns to me with a smile. <<s Yara>>Men, am I right?<</s>> Her face tells me she took great pleasure in turning these two down, tongue poking from her mouth in clear amusement. <<s Yara>>They irk me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah it's annoying.<</s>> I agree. <<s Yara>>No I mean men, they're so annoying thinking they own the world or something.<</s>> She look at me expectantly, hoping I'll join her in voicing my opinion. <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'><img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Down with the patriarchy!">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yeah! Down with the patriarchy!<</s>> Joining my voice to hers, we both smile as we continue on our way to the destination, which turns out to be <<link "Lisa Espana" "YaraMall2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>I hate men too">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yeah, I get you. I hate men too.<</s>> Not really meaning what I'm saying but more to appease my friend and show solidarity, I decide to join my voice to hers. Men are trash sometimes. My thoughts distract me for a while, and the next thing I know we had reached our destination, which turned out to be <<link " Lisa Espana" "YaraMall2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>They aren't that bad!">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>They aren't all that bad!<</s>> Men are good, when they want to be. Sure not all of them are kind, and yeah we were just catcalled... //Actually <<light Yara>> might have a point.// Distracted by my thought, I barely notice that we had reached our destination, which turned out to be <<link "Lisa Espana" "YaraMall2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><div id="continue"><center><img src="images/locations/lisaespana.jpg" width="100%"></center> Here we were, at the local underwear shop, my friend and I. <<s Author>>You wanted my opinion on underwear?<</s>> I was incredulous. <<s Yara>>Yeah! Well actually no, I want your opinion on lingerie.<</s>> I lower my voice, the whole situation a bit odd for me: <<s Author>>But you said that I'm the perfect person for the job?<</s>> <<s Yara>>You are. Come on, I already had my options set aside.<</s>> Grabbing me by the hand, <<light Yara>> led me to the changing rooms, eager to apparently show off her lingerie. <<link "Continue">><<replace "#continue">>Here we were, in the changing room, Yara having let me hang back in the common space as she tried on her first set. Sure, it might not be something that I usually do, but she must've brought me along for a reason, right? As I waited patiently, I allowed my mind to wander, thinking of our friendship. We had been growing closer these past few weeks, and it feels good to have someone like that to spend time with...<<if $workoutoption is true>>Working out with her and jogging on Saturdays was always a highlight too.<</if>> Bringing me out of my temporary distraction, <<light Yara>> walks out of the changing room. <center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie2.jpg" height="500em"></center> I can't help but comment on the hat she has on.<<s Author>>What the fuck?<</s>> <<s Yara>>What? They have accessories, makes this whole thing super fun!<</s>> She looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes. <<s Yara>>What do you think, like what you see?<</s>> I make a quick survey of her choice. Although edgy, the stars go give her an interesting flair. It didn't quite scream "lingerie" though... <<s Author>>This one is good. But maybe it's best if I see the rest first?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Look at you getting into it! I like this energy! Okay I'll be right back the next one is super cute.<</s>> Smiling, I notice that she's right, I really am getting into it. //This is fun!// <<link "Wait for a bit">><<replace "#continue">>Waiting for my friend, I try to distract myself by touching the material of some of the lingerie on display here. //These all feel so good...// <<s Yara>>What do you think of this one?<</s>> Startled, I notice that my friend has finished trying on the next set, and turn to see what she has tried. <center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie3.jpg" height="500em"></center> What is in front of me is a breathtaking combination, full with suspenders and pantihose. The whole ensemble works really well together. <<s Yara>>So?<</s>> Still waiting for my opinion, <<light Yara>> is looking at me intently. <div id="choices"> <<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Tell her she looks amazing">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Finally founding my words, I give her my answer: <<s Author>>Wow, <<light Yara>>! You look amazing in that one!<</s>> Her smile is wide as she looks at me with a sparkle in her eye. She seems to want more. <<s Yara>>You really think so?<</s>> Being baited into being more vocal in my admiration, I follow along. <<s Author>>Yes! this set really suits you, it's so atttractive.<</s>> She smiles, seemingly aware of something I don't know. <<s Yara>>Wait till you see the next one!<</s>> Heading back into the changing room, <<light Yara>> leaves me with my <<link "thoughts" "YaraMall2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>I am speechless">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>At a loss for words, I remain silent while looking at my extremely attractive friend, who's standing there basking in my open gawking. <<s Yara>>Hey your tongue is on the floor, pick it up will you?<</s>> <<s Author>>I...<</s>> <<s Yara>>You really like what you see, don't you?<</s>> I feel myself nodding along, attempting to clear my throat before I try forming some words: <<s Author>>It's... Stunning.<</s>> Her smile is wide, aware of the effect she's having on me. Confused by my reaction, I finally look up to her face. <<s Yara>>Wait till you see the next one!<</s>> Heading back into the changing room, <<light Yara>> leaves me with my <<link "thoughts" "YaraMall2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "I am speechless" "I am more dominant<img src='images/icons/dom.png'> than I am submissive<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>">><</if>> <<link "It's good, sure.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Yeah, it's pretty okay I guess.<</s>> Not particularly interested in the colors of this one, I maintain a straight face while looking at my friend. Dejected, <<light Yara>> speaks up. <<s Yara>>Oh eum.. Okay.. I'll try another one then.<</s>> Heading back into the changing room with less confidence in her step, <<light Yara>> leaves me with my <<link "thoughts" "YaraMall2">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>>//Was this the reason why <<light Yara>> wanted me to come along with her to this shopping spree she's having? To see my reactions to her clothing and what her underwear looks like? And why was there something undeniably stimulating in being in such a situation?// As I tried to understand my friend's intentions from such a move, I kept thinking back at our day... //She never told me what these were for.// Noticing my friend has been gone for a while, I struggle with a decision that even I am confused I am considering. <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Spy on her changing her clothes">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>My curiosity getting the better of me, I felt compelled to get a look at my friend in her changing room, slowly creeping up to the curtain. I can already imagine the shape of her breasts freely floating in the room as she puts on her new panties, a colorful presence on a supple, smooth- Startled by my friend who walks out of the changing room before I can get to it, I see her in her latest choice of underwear, this one a drastic improvement on the one before it. <center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie1.jpg" height="500em"></center> Wearing her cute bunny ears -//this place sure has a lot of accessories!//- <<light Yara>> strikes an immediate pose that makes me weak in the knees. I watch her flex and pose in her see-through blue underwear, a vision of beauty and elegance... and raw sex appeal. <<s Yara>>No need to even ask! You're eating me up!<</s>> I chuckle at her comment, still trying to commit this vision to memory, undeniably attracted to what I am seeing. <<s Author>>You're just... Wow!<</s>> She smiles, beyond happy to have had this positive effect on me. <<s Yara>>So this is it... Let me change and I'll see which one you prefer most.<</s>> Leaving me behind, <<light Yara>> is unaware of the heat that had started to emmanate through me... //That girl really doesn't know her power.// <<link "Wait for her" "YaraMall2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Stay put">><<replace "#choices">>Patience is a virtue, one I definitely have. Shortly thereafter, <<light Yara>> walks out of the changing room in her new... Is that a whole costume? <center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie1.jpg" height="500em"></center> Wearing her cute bunny ears -//this place sure has a lot of accessories!//- <<light Yara>> strikes an immediate pose, making me laugh along. <<s Author>>Hey this one looks good on you!<</s>> Giving her an honest compliment, I see as <<light Yara>> continues flexing and posing in her see-through underwear. <<s Yara>>Aww thanks! Do you really like it?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah I do.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Okay let me just change and we'll see which one you prefer most.<</s>> Leaving me behind, <<light Yara>> heads to the changing room one last time. <<link "Wait for her" "YaraMall2">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 6>>Walking back out in her normal clothing, <<light Yara>> is quick to ask her question: <<s Yara>>No thinking, which do you think I should buy?<</s>> <div id="choices">Put immediately on the spot, I think over the options she had presented. <<link "<img src='images/events/yaraevents/lingerie1.jpg' width='200em'>">><<set $yaralingerie to 1>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie1.jpg" height="500em"></center> The blue underwear really catching my attention, I decide this is the one that <<light Yara>> should be getting for herself. Her smile is wide as she buys the article of clothing, happy to have brought me along with her. As we walk out of the shop, she turns to me to speak up: <<s Yara>>See that you were the person for the job? Your opinion matters to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara, why do you want to buy lingerie? Is there a special someone?<</s>> <<s Yara>>All in due time my friend, all in due time...<</s>> Cryptic, <<light Yara>> informs me that she needs to head out as she has to work out before the end of the day. We hug each other goodbye, going our seperate ways. //This was fun! Can't wait to hang out with her another time! Who was the lingerie for?// <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/events/yaraevents/lingerie2.jpg' width='200em'>">><<set $yaralingerie to 2>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie2.jpg" height="500em"></center> The black starry underwear really catching my attention, I decide this is the one that <<light Yara>> should be getting for herself. Her smile is wide as she buys the article of clothing, happy to have brought me along with her. As we walk out of the shop, she turns to me to speak up: <<s Yara>>See that you were the person for the job? Your opinion matters to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara, why do you want to buy lingerie? Is there a special someone?<</s>> <<s Yara>>All in due time my friend, all in due time...<</s>> Crypti, <<light Yara>> informs me that she needs to head out as she has to work out before the end of the day. We hug each other goodbye, going our seperate ways. //This was fun! Can't wait to hang out with her another time! Who was the lingerie for?// <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/events/yaraevents/lingerie3.jpg' width='200em'>">><<set $yaralingerie to 3>><<replace "#choices">><center><img src="images/events/yaraevents/lingerie3.jpg" height="500em"></center> The black and white striped underwear being my favorite, I decide this is the one that <<light Yara>> should be getting for herself. Her smile is wide as she buys the article of clothing, happy to have brought me along with her. As we walk out of the shop, she turns to me to speak up: <<s Yara>>See that you were the person for the job? Your opinion matters to me.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yara, why do you want to buy lingerie? Is there a special someone?<</s>> <<s Yara>>All in due time my friend, all in due time...<</s>> Cryptic, <<light Yara>> informs me that she needs to head out as she has to work out before the end of the day. We hug each other goodbye, going our seperate ways. //This was fun! Can't wait to hang out with her another time! Who was the lingerie for?// <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<if $subdom lte -5 and $money gte 50>><<link "<img src='images/icons/friend.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Offer to buy two of them for her">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "money" 50>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set $yaralingerie to 4>><<replace "#choices">>Led by my instincts, probably wanting to pay her back for our latest shopping spree where she got me my sports outfit or maybe feeling compelled to please her, I pull out a wad of cash and grab all article of clothing. <<s Author>>I'd like to buy these for you.<</s>> A stunned <<light Yara>> follows close behind, trying to understand where I'm coming from. <<s Yara>>Are you sure? That's a lot...<</s>> <<s Author>>You look amazing in all of them, and I am sure you'll put them to good use. I want to do this for you.<</s>> Happy to be making this good deed for my friend, I head to the cash register, started the payout process. <<s Yara>>I knew you were the right person for the job!<</s>> Her smile is wide, as I turn to look at her. <<s Author>>What do you mean?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Nothing. I really appreciate you doing this for me.<</s>> I feel myself blush. I definitely heard her say what she did. //Did she really bring me along knowing that I'd buy all of those for her? And why does the thought excite me?// Submissively following her out of the clothing store, I stop in my tracks when she turns to address me. <<s Yara>>I really thank you for these. I am sure you'll be happy with the outcome from them.<</s>> Every the cryptic being, <<light Yara>> continues: <<s Yara>>You are the perfect person for these adventures with me. I can't wait for next time.<</s>> Sayingher goodbyes, <<light Yara>> heads out to have a workout before the end of the day, leaving me to my own devises. //This was a lot of fun... I love hanging out with her.// <<link "Leave" "Mall">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</if>></div><</if>>

<<if $yaramessage is 1>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<set $yaramessagepost to 1>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Yara>><<them>>Hello beautiful! Ready for today?<</them>><<me>>I'll see you at the mall soon!<</me>><<them>>Alright great to hear love!<</them>><</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 2 and $evamessage is 0>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<messaging Yara>><<them>>Hey friend! How's everything?<</them>><<me>>Hey <<light Yara>>! All is well, how are you?<</me>><<themcon>>It's going well.<</themcon>><<them>>I need your help with something...<</them>><<me>>Sure, tell me.<</me>><<them>>So as you may know, <<light Eva>> and I are on the same group for the History Project.<</them>><<me>>Yes, I know. Sorry again for not joining you guys...<</me>><<themcon>>Oh it's okay dear, I'm sure you're having fun with the peeps you chose.<</themcon>><<themcon>>The reason I am reaching out is because I need your help convincing <<light Eva>> with my idea.<</themcon>><<them>>I am sure it will get us a high grade.<</them>><<me>>Your idea?<</me>><<them>>Yeah. Our theme is the 60s, but just dressing up in funky clothes isn't gonna cut it.<</them>><<me>>That's for sure, <<light Eva>> knows that I'm sure.<</me>><<them>>She does. But she's not willing to take the jump how I want her to.<</them>><<me>>How do you mean?<</me>><<them>>I intend to dress as pimp and harlot.<</them>><<me>>Excuse me what?<</me>><<them>>Hold on, let me explain.<</them>><<me>>?<</me>><<themcon>>The 60s were when people finally went out into the world and accepted freedom, sex and drugs are pathways to better living.<</themcon>><<them>>It's a shame that we talk about this without at least trying to send a feminist message.<</them>><<mecon>>Feminist?<</mecon>><<me>>How is that feminist?<</me>><<them>>The freedom to do with your body as you wish? What isn't feminist about it honestly?<</them>><<me>>Hold up. You want to dress up as harlots to send a feminist message?<</me>><<them>>Yes, exactly! Well not exactly. I want to dress <<light Eva>> up like that.<</them>><<me>>And you'll be her pimp.<</me>><<them>>Yes. You know there's some logic behind what I am saying.<</them>><div id="choices">Despite how convoluted her logic was, it somehow made sense to me... <<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Agree to help">><<add "open" 1>><<set $evamessage to 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>Alright alright. I'll help you but I can't promise anything.<</me>><<themcon>>I'm not asking for more.<</themcon>><<them>>I'm glad you're seeing things my way.<</them>><<me>>Yeah sure.<</me>><<them>>You and I both know she'd make a good follower.<</them>><<me>>Yeah I guess...<</me>><<them>>Alright catch you later!<</them>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/foe.png'>Deny aid">><<less "Yara" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I can't help you, <<light Yara>>, I'm sorry.<</me>><<them>>I see how it is. That's unfortunate.<</them>><<me>>Yeah.<</me>><<them>>Alright then, at least I tried. Catch you later!<</them>><</replace>><</link>></div><</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 2 and $evamessage gt 0>><<messaging Yara>><<them>>Hey friend! How's everything?<</them>>//Before I answer her message I need to clear my current messages with <<light Eva>>.//<</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 3>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<messaging Yara>><<them>>Hey you!<</them>><<me>>Hey Yara!<</me>><<them>>So I just saw your music video for the class, and I have to say, I'm beyond impressed!<</them>><<me>>Wow seriously?<</me>><<them>>Yes, you did a great job in influencing <<light Eva>>.<</them>><<me>>I knew it had something to do with that!<</me>><<them>>I'm proud of you.<</them>><<me>>Thanks… I guess…<</me>><<them>>I can't wait to see what we'll make her do next.<</them>><<me>>Hahaha sure…<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 4>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Yara>><<them>>Hey friend! Care to join me to the mall?<</them>><<me>>Right now?<</me>><<themcon>>Yeah!<</themcon>><<them>>I have a few things that I need to get, and would love your opinion.<</them>><<me>>I'm flattered!<</me>><<them>>So is that a yes?<</them>><div id="choices"><<link "Yes, I'll see you there.">><<set $yaramessagepost to 4>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I'll see you there!<</me>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm sorry Yara, I don't think I can make it">><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<replace "#choices">><<me>>I'm sorry <<light Yara>>, I don't think I can make it today. Maybe another time?<</me>><</replace>><</link>><<dark "*" "Postpones it till next saturday">></div><</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 5 and $day is 6>><<messaging Yara>><<them>>The track meet is today! I'm competing, are you coming?<</them>><<me>>Wouldn't miss it for the world!<</me>><<them>>Alright! See you there!<</them>><<me>>See you!<</me>><<link "Go to the track meet" "Yara Event 3">><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 0>><<add "yaraevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><</messaging>><<elseif $yaramessage is 5>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 5>><<messaging Yara>><<themcon>>Hey friend!<</themcon>><<themcon>>We have a track meet Saturday.<</themcon>><<them>>Think you could join me?<</them>><<me>>Watch you run around?<</me>><<them>>Come on, I could really use your support.<</them>><<me>>Okay, sure I can make it. Remind me on Saturday though!<</me>><<themcon>>You got it!<</themcon>><<themcon>>And thanks.<</themcon>><<them>>Means a lot.<</them>><<me>>My pleasure babe <3<</me>><</messaging>><<elseif $evamessage is 3>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<set $evamessagepost to 3>><<goto "Management">><<messaging Yara>><<if $yarashopping is true>><<them>>Hey girl! Sad news...<</them>><<me>>What is it?<</me>><<them>>I won't be able to join you on today's shopping trip, sorry!<</them>><<me>>Aw that's some bad news indeed!<</me>><<them>>I do have a small request though.<</them>><<me>>Tell me.<</me>><<them>>I just want you to make sure <<light Eva>> has a good time.<</them>><<me>>Aw that's sweet, of course I will!<</me>><<them>>And help her make the right dress choice, if you catch my drift...<</them>><<mecon>>Gotcha. I'll see what I can do.<</mecon>><<me>>Talk to you later, I'm headed there now.<</me>><<else>><<them>>Hey girl! Enjoy your shopping trip with <<light Eva>>!!<</them>><<me>>Aw thanks girl!<</me>><<themcon>>Small request.<</themcon>><<them>>Please make sure that she has a fun time! She needs it!<</them>><<me>>Will do! That's kind of you!<</me>><<them>>And help her make the right dress choice, if you catch my drift...<</them>><<mecon>>Why did I not expect any differently from you? :P<</mecon>><<me>>Talk to you later, I'm headed there now.<</me>><</if>><</messaging>><<unset $yarashopping>> <<else>>There are no messages from <<light Yara>> right now.<<link "Debug">><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 0>><<set $yaramessagepost to 0>><</link>><<dark "Warning" "Debugging might cause some issues in continuity. Beware.">><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<pichead "winter/character-creation.jpg" "Character Creation">><<drop $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>> <div id='continue'>In small droplets and beautiful icy sculptures, snow falls from above, aiming for the ground to meet their friends. Let's build your character for the game, in small droplets that may or may not be relevant to the story but would be relevant to you, the reader. This aspect of the character is how she begins, and she can always change for the better (or worse). <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management"><center><<include "mc-face">><br><br><br><br><br>This is me. What's my name? <<textbox "$name" "Alice" autofocus>></center></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft">Hair color: <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "blonde" autocheck>> Blonde?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "black" autocheck>> Black?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "brown" autocheck>> Brown?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "red" autocheck>> Red?</label> Hair style: <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "updo" autocheck>> Updo?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "wave" autocheck>> Wave?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "stylish" autocheck>> Stylish?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "pixie" autocheck>> Pixie?</label> Eye color: <label><<radiobutton "$eye" "blue" autocheck>> Blue?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$eye" "green" autocheck>> Green?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$eye" "brown" autocheck>> Brown?</label> Skin color: <label><<radiobutton "$skin" "fair" autocheck>> Fair</label> | <<dark "∅ Black?" "Due to certain themes in the game, the MC has to be fair-skinned.">> Length: <label><<radiobutton "$length" "6 feet" autocheck>> 6 Feet?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$length" "5'7 feet" autocheck>> 5'7 Feet?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$length" "5'5 feet" autocheck>> 5'5 Feet?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$length" "5'2 feet" autocheck>> 5'2 Feet?</label> Boob Size: <<dark "∅ D-Cup?" "It would break her back. You'll get the chance to grow them.">> | <label><<radiobutton "$boobsize" "C-Cup" autocheck>> C-cup?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$boobsize" "B-Cup" autocheck>> B-cup?</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$boobsize" "A-Cup" autocheck>> A-cup?</label></div></div> <center><div id='clothesworn'>There are 4 main archetypes that you can choose for your MC at the start of the game. These will each give a different starting set of clothing and a small personality boost.<div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<link "<img src='images/clothes/emo black top.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/basic black skirt.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/flatshoes.jpg' width='50px'>Emo Archetype">><<set $mediasavvy to 4>><<transfer $pablorabonne $top 'emo black top' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $pants 'basic black skirt' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $shoes 'flatshoes' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $panties 'black cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<replace "#clothesworn">><<include "Worn">>These are the clothes I am currently wearing.<br>''MediaSavvy''<img src='images/icons/media.png'> ''+3''<</replace>><</link>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<link "<img src='images/clothes/gym plain outfit.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/black cotton panties.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/shoes6.jpg' width='50px'>Sporty Archetype">><<transfer $pablorabonne $shoes 'shoes6' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $outfit 'gym plain outfit' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $panties 'black cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<set $athletics to 4>><<replace "#clothesworn">><<include "Worn">>These are the clothes I am currently wearing.<br>''Athletics''<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'> ''+3''<</replace>><</link>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<link "<img src='images/clothes/black patent heels.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/sexy schoolgirl outfit.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/normal black thong.jpg' width='50px'>Naughty Archetype">><<transfer $lisaespana $panties 'normal black thong' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $outfit 'sexy schoolgirl outfit' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $shoes 'black patent heels' 1>><<set $sexskill to 4>><<replace "#clothesworn">><<include "Worn">>These are the clothes I am currently wearing.<br>''SexSkill''<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'> ''+3''<</replace>><</link>></div><div class="col-3 management2"><<link "<img src='images/clothes/pink top and floral skirt.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/pink cotton panties.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/clothes/casual trainers.jpg' width='50px'>Nerdy Archetype">><<transfer $lisaespana $panties 'pink cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $bra 'pink cotton bra' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $outfit 'pink top and floral skirt' 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $shoes 'casual trainers' 1>><<set $smarts to 14>><<replace "#clothesworn">><<include "Worn">>These are the clothes I am currently wearing.<br>''Smarts''<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> ''+4''<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> <<link "Confirm Attributes">><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<replace "#continue">><div class="row"><div class="col-4 management"><center><<include "mc-face">></center></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft">This is you, me, the author and reader. We are an 18 years old student at Egrogry High, a school in an unknown area of the States or elsewhere. Matters not. What matter is that I'm a <<print $hair>> <<print $hairl>>-haired girl with <<print $eye>> eyes and fair skin. I'm <<print $length>> tall and have <<print $boobsize>>-sized boobs, which we both like. Let's move on, shall we?</div></div> <center><a data-passage="Character Creation" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button3" title="Repeat process">Redo<br>Character Creation</button></a> <<link "Content Toggle" "Content Toggle">><</link>> | <<link "Unlock all Content" "No Content Toggle">><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>></center></div>

<<pichead "winter/character-creation.jpg" "Character Creation">><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>><<set $athletics to 2>><<set $mediasavvy to 2>><<set $sexskill to 2>><<set $smarts to 13>> <center><<include "mc-face">><br><br><br><br> This is me and you, the author and reader. <<link "Content Toggle" "Content Toggle">><</link>> | <<link "Unlock all Content" "No Content Toggle">><</link>></center>

<<pichead "winter/content-toggle.jpg" "Content Toggle">> The new year would bring so many changes for me and my friends. And I had decisions to make regarding that and where it would take us... <<tutu>>This is where we toggle content on and off from the game. Depending on your preferences, you have the choice to allow or deny certain kinks and content types in the game. This system is still being worked on, so the best strategy to miss certain content is to minimize interaction with the character related to that content.<</tutu>>Glimpses of a possible future plays out in front of your eyes, as we see what our friends might look like in the upcoming year. <<picswitch "Leo" "Ella" "Leo the social butterfly" "Ella the sissy">>Leo is on a path of masculinity or femininity; and I'll be the one to help him find himself most in either of them. Under my guidance, he can accept his femininity or only discover his homosexuality. What do I want his story to be for the year? <<radiobutton "_leo" "all" checked>>I want it all. (sissification - trans content) <<radiobutton "_leo" "some">>I only want the gay stuff. <<radiobutton "_leo" "none">>I don't want anything to do with Leo.<</picswitch>> <<picswitch "Eva" "Belle" "The nerdy Eva" "The prostitute Eva">>Eva is on a path of moral degeneration and bimbofication. While she tries to hide it, she's also discovering her lesbian tendencies. What do I want her story to be for the year? <<radiobutton "_eva" "all" checked>>I want it all. (bimbofication - moral degeneration - lesbianism) <<radiobutton "_eva" "some">>I only want the lesbo stuff. <<radiobutton "_eva" "none">>I don't want anything to do with Eva.<</picswitch>> <<picswitch "Yara" "Peach" "Yara the athlete" "The goddess Yara">>Yara is hardly one to be influenced. Her strong character is almost overbearing, and she'll want to be the one in control should our paths cross. I could always change the narrative though... What will I do about Yara this year? <<radiobutton "_yara" "all" checked>>I am not avoiding her. (harem - submission - lesbianism) <<radiobutton "_yara" "none">>I don't want anything to do with Yara.<</picswitch>> <<picswitch "Jasmin" "Piper" "Jasmin the activist" "Jasmin the snowbunny">>Jasmin's road will take her to the edge of reparations and BBC addiction. She'll be a fighter for the BNWO. Do I want to aid in her new world or would I rather step aside? How will our paths cross this year? <<radiobutton "_jasmin" "all" checked>>I will fight with her. (BNWO - Harem - BBC) <<radiobutton "_jasmin" "none">>I don't want anything to do with Jasmin.<</picswitch>> <<picswitch "Eric" "Ericuckold" "Eric the Lover" "Eric the cuck">>A stranger waits to be met. His story and future will be up to me, depending on my choices with him. Will I date him, cuck him, or keep the friendship intact? All I know is that my choices will have consequences once I do eventually meet him.<</picswitch>> <<tutu>>While these are content toggles for the big themes of the game, please be advised that you'll always have the chance to meet stray scenes and characters that might have their own agendas. These toggles will minimize contact with these characters as much as possible, but some shared scenes are unavoidable. Yet again though, your choices are the ones that will impact the story amongst all of them. You create your own story.<</tutu>> <center><div id='warning'>Once you're certain of your choices, click the link below: <<link "Let's continue.">><<replace "#warning">>Are you sure? <<link "Yes">><<if _leo is "all">><<set $leoavoid to false>><<elseif _leo is "some">><<set $leoavoid to false>><<set $alphabeta to 100>><<elseif _leo is "none">><<set $alphabeta to 100>><<set $leoavoid to true>><</if>><<if _eva is "all">><<set $evaavoid to false>><<elseif _eva is "some">><<set $evaavoid to false>><<set $evasmarts to 100>><<elseif _eva is "none">><<set $evasmarts to 100>><<set $evaavoid to true>><</if>><<if _jasmin is "all">><<set $jasminavoid to false>><<else>><<set $jasminavoid to true>><</if>><<if _yara is "all">><<set $yaraavoid to false>><<else>><<set $yaraavoid to true>><</if>><<replace "#warning">><center><span style="display:inline-flex"><a data-passage="Happy New Year" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button">Winter Break -<br>Tutorial</button></a><a data-passage="Happier New Year" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2">Winter Break - Free Roam</button></a></span> <span style="display:inline-flex"><a data-passage="Quick Start Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2" title="Early Start">Quick Start -<br>January 8th</button></a><a data-passage="Valentine Midgame Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button4" title="Midgame Jump">Midgame Jump - <br>Valentine Party</button></a><a data-passage="Spring Break Midgame Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2" disabled title="WIP - Not Implemented">Midgame Jump - <br>Spring Break</button></a></span></center><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "No" "Content Toggle">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></center>

<<pichead "winter/content-toggle.jpg" "Content Toggle">> You have decided not to change any content toggles. What part of the story do you want to start in? <center><span style="display:inline-flex"><a data-passage="Happy New Year" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button">Winter Break -<br>Tutorial</button></a><a data-passage="Happier New Year" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2">Winter Break - Free Roam</button></a></span> <span style="display:inline-flex"><a data-passage="Quick Start Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2" title="Early Start">Quick Start -<br>January 8th</button></a><a data-passage="Valentine Midgame Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button4" title="Midgame Jump">Midgame Jump - <br>Valentine Party</button></a><a data-passage="Spring Break Midgame Jump" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2" disabled title="WIP - Not Implemented">Midgame Jump - <br>Spring Break</button></a></span></center>

<<pichead "winter/quick-start.jpg" "Quick Start Jump">><<set $gameDate to new Date(2024, 0, 8, 7, 1); /* e.g. Jan 8, 7:01AM */>><<pickup $panties 'black cotton panties' 1>><<pickup $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<pickup $outfit 'school uniform' 1>><<pickup $Intro "RightSideFriends" 1>><<pickup $Intro "Finished" 1>><<pickup $Intro "FourMain" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats" 1>><<pickup $Intro "corruption" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><<pickup $Intro "energy" 1>><<pickup $Intro "subdom" 1>><<pickup $Intro "grade" 1>><<pickup $Intro "arousal" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bisexuality" 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $wardrobe 'cute pink pajamas' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton bra' 1>><center><div id='kiss'>''Favorite Friend:'' <<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Yara'>">><<add "Yara" 5>><<replace "#kiss">>My favorite friend is <<light Yara>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva'>">><<add "Eva" 5>><<replace "#kiss">>My favorite friend is <<light Eva>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Leo'>">><<add "Leo" 5>><<replace "#kiss">>My favorite friend is <<light Leo>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Jasmin'>">><<add "Jasmin" 5>><<replace "#kiss">>My favorite friend is <<light Jasmin>>.<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='favactivity'>''Favorite Activity:'' <<link "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Athletics">><<add "athletics" 3>><<replace "#favactivity">>My favorite activity is sports.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/media.png'>Social Media">><<add "mediasavvy" 3>><<replace "#favactivity">>I love losing my time on social media.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Smarts">><<add "smarts" 3>><<replace "#favactivity">>Reading books has always been my passion.<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Masturbation">><<add "sexskill" 3>><<replace "#favactivity">>Step aside, let me cum!<</replace>><</link>></div> <<link "Let's Start" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("The Letter", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("The Letter").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></center>

<<pichead "winter/quick-start.jpg" "Midgame Jump">><<set $gameDate to new Date(2024, 2, 3, 7, 1); /* e.g. Mar 3, 7:01AM */>><<pickup $panties 'black cotton panties' 1>><<pickup $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<pickup $outfit 'school uniform' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton bra' 1>><<pickup $Intro "RightSideFriends" 1>><<pickup $Intro "Finished" 1>><<pickup $Intro "FourMain" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats" 1>><<pickup $Intro "corruption" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><<pickup $Intro "energy" 1>><<pickup $Intro "subdom" 1>><<pickup $Intro "grade" 1>><<pickup $Intro "arousal" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bisexuality" 1>><<set $metJasmin to true>><<set $metLeo to true>><<set $metEric to true>><<set $metYara to true>><<set $metEva to true>><<set $leoworkout to 14>><<set $creamarttraining to 6>><<set $Bekhamc to 8>><<pickup $work "creamart" 1>><<pickup $work "S&M" 1>><<set $classnumber to 40>><center><div class="row"><div class="col-7 management">Stats: <img src='images/icons/open.png'>Openness Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$open" 30 checked>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$open" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$open" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$open" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Athletics Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 30 checked>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Smarts Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 30>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Sex Skill Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 30 checked>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/media.png'>Media Savvy: <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 30>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 30 checked>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Bisexuality Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 30 checked>> 30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Subdom Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" -30 checked>> -30</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" -10>> -10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 30>> 30</label> <img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Grade Stat:<label><<radiobutton "$grade" 100>> 100</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 90>> 90</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 80>> 80</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 70 checked>> 70</label></div><div class="col-5">Friendships: Jasmin: <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Yara: <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Eva: <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Leo: <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Eric: <<dark "∅ 3" "Not implemented yet">> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 2 checked>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 0>> 0</label> Jerome: <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 0>> 0</label> Samuel: <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 0>> 0</label> Julio: <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 0>> 0</label> Bekham: <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 9 checked>> 9</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 6>> 6</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 3>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 0>> 0</label> </div></div> Events: Friday Classes (who did I choose): <label><<radiobutton "_fridaychoice" "bekham" checked>> Bekham</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_fridaychoice" "Tarnipp">> Tarnipp</label> Valentine Event (who did I sleep with): <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "BekhamHookup" checked>> Bekham</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "YaraHookup">> Yara</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "EvaHookup">> Eva</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "YaraEvaHookup">> Yara & Eva</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "EricHookup">> Eric</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "SamuelHookup">> Samuel</label> <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "JeromeHookup">> Jerome</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "JeroemJasminHookup">> Jerome & Jasmin</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "LeoHookup">> Leo</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "HarrasserHookup">> The Harrasser</label> Eva's Smarts: <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 0>> 0</label> Eva's Submissiveness: <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 0>> 0</label> Leo's gender identity: <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" -25 checked>> -25</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" -15>> -15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 15>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 25>> 25</label> Eric's Acceptance: <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 25 checked>> 25</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 15>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 0>> 0</label> <div id="bigwarning"><div id='warning'></div><<link "Next">><<set $Yara = $yaraevent * 10>><<set $Eva = $evaevent * 10>><<set $Leo = $leoevent * 10>><<set $Jasmin = $jasminevent * 10>><<set $Eric = $ericevent * 10>><<if $yaraavoid is false>><<set $workoutoption to true>><<pickup $club "TM Incident" 1>><</if>><<if $jasminavoid is false>><<pickup $club "hrc" 1>><<set $blm to 20>><<set $lgbt to 20>><<set $hrctotal to 30>><<pickup $club "HRCOpenStats" 1>><<set $AfricaInsta to 12>><<else>><<pickup $club "HRC Denied" 1>><</if>><<if $evaavoid is false>><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Accepted" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1 "DC Slippery Slope" 1 "DC Bandwagon" 1 "DC Strawman" 1 "DC Ad Hominem" 1 "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><<else>><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Denied" 1>><</if>><<if _fridaychoice is "bekham">><<pickup $class 'Bekham' 1>><<else>><<pickup $class 'Tarnipp' 1>><</if>><<pickup $valentine "_valentine" 1>><<replace "#bigwarning">><<link "Let's play!" "Management">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div></center>

<<pichead "winter/quick-start.jpg" "Valentine Midgame Jump">><<set $gameDate to new Date(2024, 1, 14, 7, 1); /* e.g. Mar 3, 7:01AM */>><<set $day to 3>><<pickup $panties 'black cotton panties' 1>><<pickup $bra 'normal black bra' 1>><<pickup $outfit 'school uniform' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton panties' 1>><<transfer $lisaespana $wardrobe 'pink cotton bra' 1>><<pickup $Intro "RightSideFriends" 1>><<pickup $Intro "Finished" 1>><<pickup $Intro "FourMain" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats1" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats" 1>><<pickup $Intro "corruption" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><<pickup $Intro "energy" 1>><<pickup $Intro "subdom" 1>><<pickup $Intro "grade" 1>><<pickup $Intro "arousal" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bisexuality" 1>><<set $metJasmin to true>><<set $metLeo to true>><<set $metEric to true>><<set $metYara to true>><<set $metEva to true>><<set $leoworkout to 9>><<set $creamarttraining to 6>><<set $Bekhamc to 5>><<pickup $work "creamart" 1>><<pickup $work "S&M" 1>><<set $classnumber to 30>><<set $midgamejump to "Valentine">><<pickup $valentine "Today" 1 "Approach" 1 "pickedup" 1 "red dress" 1 "checkered dress" 1>><center><div class="row"><div class="col-7 management">Stats: <img src='images/icons/open.png'>Openness Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$open" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$open" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$open" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Athletics Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$athletics" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Smarts Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$smarts" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Sex Skill Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$sexskill" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/media.png'>Media Savvy: <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 20>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$mediasavvy" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bbcworld" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Bisexuality Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 20 checked>> 20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$bisex" 0>> 0</label> <img src='images/icons/sub.png'><img src='images/icons/dom.png'>Subdom Stat: <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" -20 checked>> -20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" -10>> -10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$subdom" 20>> 20</label> <img src='images/icons/grade.png'><img src='images/icons/x.png'>Grade Stat:<label><<radiobutton "$grade" 100>> 100</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 90>> 90</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 80>> 80</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$grade" 70 checked>> 70</label></div><div class="col-5">Friendships: Jasmin: <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$jasminavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Yara: <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$yaraavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Eva: <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evaavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Leo: <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoevent" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$leoavoid" true>> Avoid</label> Eric: <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 3 checked>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 2>> 2</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 1>> 1</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$ericevent" 0>> 0</label> Jerome: <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Jerome" 0>> 0</label> Samuel: <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Samuel" 0>> 0</label> Julio: <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Julio" 0>> 0</label> Bekham: <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 6 checked>> 6</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 3>> 3</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$Bekham" 0>> 0</label> </div></div> Valentine Event (who am I going with): <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "ericdate">> Eric</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "evadate">> Eva</label> | <label><<radiobutton "_valentine" "nodate" checked>> Alone</label> Eva's Smarts: <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasmarts" 5>> 5</label> Eva's Submissiveness: <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 10 checked>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$evasub" 0>> 0</label> Leo's gender identity: <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" -20 checked>> -20</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" -15>> -15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 0>> 0</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 15>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$alphabeta" 20>> 20</label> Eric's Acceptance: <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 15 checked>> 15</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 10>> 10</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 5>> 5</label> | <label><<radiobutton "$cuck" 0>> 0</label> <div id="bigwarning"><div id='warning'></div><<link "Confirm my choices" "Management">><<add "money" 300>><<set $Yara = $yaraevent * 10>><<set $Eva = $evaevent * 10>><<set $Leo = $leoevent * 10>><<set $Jasmin = $jasminevent * 10>><<set $Eric = $ericevent * 10>><<if $yaraavoid is false>><<set $workoutoption to true>><<pickup $club "TM Incident" 1>><</if>><<if $jasminavoid is false>><<pickup $club "hrc" 1>><<set $blm to 10>><<set $lgbt to 10>><<set $fem to 10>><<set $hrctotal to 20>><<pickup $club "HRCOpenStats" 1>><<set $AfricaInsta to 12>><<else>><<pickup $club "HRC Denied" 1>><</if>><<if $evaavoid is false>><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Accepted" 1>><<pickup $club "DC Red Herring" 1 "DC Slippery Slope" 1 "DC Ad Hominem" 1 "DC False Dichotomy" 1>><<else>><<pickup $club "DebateProposal Denied" 1>><</if>><<if _valentine is "evadate">><<pickup $valentine "evadate" 1>><<elseif _valentine is "ericdate">><<pickup $valentine "ericdate" 1>><<elseif _valentine is "nodate">><</if>><</link>></div></center>

<<pichead "winter/quick-start.jpg" "Spring Break Jump">> Unavailable this update.

<<updatemeter 'Arousal' `$arousal / $maxarousal`>><<removeclass "#right-ui-bar" "stowed">><center><img src="images/banner.gif" width="100%"></center><center><b>Version <span style="color:#E94F2E;">0.4.1</span></b></center> Welcome to "Becoming Prom Queen", a game designed to make you think, get hot, lose a bit of your mind, and replay to catch everything you missed in your first, second, or third playthrough, losing more of your morality in the process. This game is intended for mature audiences of the age of <span style="color:#E94F2E">''18 and over''</span>! If you are below 18 or cannot handle <div class="tooltip">intimate matters<span class="tooltiptext">of the raunchy kind</span></div>, please close this game now. If you are of proper age, then I hope you enjoy! <center>If you agree that you are <span style="color:#E94F2E; text-shadow: 0 0 4px #C02D16;">18+</span>, then please choose how you'd like to proceed: <span style="display:inline-flex"><a data-passage="Character Creation" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button3" title="Customize your experience">Character Creation</button></a><a data-passage="Default Style" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" tabindex=0><button class="bg-image-button2" title="Default Style">Default Character</button></a></span></center>

<<tutu>>Aw shucks! You've decided not to take our tutorial's path and have elected to be strong and independant! It's okay, that's okay. I'm not mad. Who said I was mad?<</tutu>><<set $tutorial to false>><<pickup $Intro "RightSideFriends" 1>><<pickup $Intro "Finished" 1>><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats" 1>><<pickup $Intro "corruption" 1>><<pickup $Intro "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><<pickup $Intro "energy" 1>><<pickup $Intro "subdom" 1>><<pickup $Intro "grade" 1>><<pickup $Intro "arousal" 1>>By removing the tutorial, you can see that all the stats and information are now available to you to the left and right. You're free to explore all of them, as well as the prelude to the main story in this winter break. Enjoy the game, and be confident that you will not be able to see everything in a single playthrough :) <<link "Explore the Winter Break" "Happy New Year">><</link>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<pichead "winter/party.jpg" "The New Year's Party">> <<s Yara>>Happy New Year!<</s>> The party raged as I enjoyed myself alongside my friends, dancing as the music played loudly around us. The constant loud beat played in my ears, giving me an unmistakable dizziness. <<s Yara>>Ready for the countdown?<</s>> I looked at the person calling to me, cheering alongside me. <div id='introyara'><<link "Look at her.">><<replace "#introyara">><center><<pic Yara>><</pic>><<tutu>>When you see a character portrait like the one above, you can hover over it to get more information about the character. Furthermore, if you hover over colored names like the one below, you'll be able to see a character portrait of that name.<</tutu>></center> To my right, <<light Yara>>, my athletic friend with a smile of gold looked at me and waited for my answer. Spending time with <<light Yara>> meant that I sometimes had to go watch her compete and support her in what she did. It's not that I ever felt forced to do it, there was just something about her that was very interesting, that just required support. Her humility was intense, forcing you to like her almost, and while others shied away from that, I liked being there for her, knowing that she would support me too. I smiled back at her, still trying to catch my bearings with the loud noise surrounding me. <<s Author>>Oh yeah yeah for sure!<</s>> I reassured her, smiling. <<light Yara>> was a school star. We shared a lot of classes, but she was most known for her sportiness outside of them. An athlete who was in the school's track team, she was on the way to get the best scholarships thanks to her physical prowess. <<s Yara>>Are you excited for the new year? New year, new you!<</s>> <<s Author>>Why would I want to change?<</s>> I joked, as she looked me up and down. <<s Yara>>I mean you could always be more... sporty.<</s>> She commented, laughing softly. I smiled back at her. If there's one thing <<light Yara>> knew, it was sports. And it probably also was all she knew... I needed to take a breather from the raging party around me. <<s Author>>I'm sorry, I need a breather.<</s>> I announced, before heading outside. <<link "Walk Out" "Happy New Year">><<pickup $Intro "energy" 1>><<pickup $valentine "Now" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><<addmins 2>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<tutu>>If you are to look at the right side panel, you'll find that a new stat just momentarily appeared. <center>----------------------></center><span class='energy'>Energy <img src='images/icons/energy.png'></span> is a stat that calls out how many actions you can take during special events, like a new year's eve or a valentine day. If it drops to 0, the event will end for you and you'll have to sleep to regain all that lost energy. Don't worry, you'll get plenty of opportunities during these events to regain energy, keep an eye out for those!<</tutu>> <<pichead "winter/party-outside.jpg" "Outside the party">> The air outside was quite different than the sweat heavy one that filled the indoors. Walking around, I decided to take a seat on the grass that filled the lawn of the house we were at. //Whose house it was? I had no idea. But that was where the party was at.// <<tutu>>Text in italics like the one above are thoughts that the main character is having. Over time, your actions will influence those.<</tutu>> <<s Eva>>You're out here too?<</s>> A voice called out to me, familiar. I turned to look at my friend. <center><<pic Eva>><</pic>></center> <div id='evaintro'><center><<link "That's Eva">><<addmins 1>><<replace "#evaintro">><<light Eva>>, just as nerdy and intelligent as I am, was an amazing friend that I always could count on to keep me at the top of my game when it came to studying. From time spent in the library together to study sessions at either of our houses, we were inseparable friends who would do everything together, mostly involving education. Her work ethic and impressive smarts I was sometimes jealous of, and couldn't wait for us both to achieve great things. <<s Author>>Honestly, where else would I be? It's pretty loud inside, right?<</s>> I answered her, smiling at her presence there. <<s Eva>>It really is. But the countdown's happening soon.<</s>> <<s Author>>Yeah, we'll eventually have to go back in.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Until then, we get to enjoy the night's air.<</s>> She announced, looking up at the oddly clear skies. //Global warming is a lie, yeah right. We've barely seen rainfall this year.// <<tutu>>The upcoming choice will have an influence on our friend, pushing her to be more or less intelligent. When it comes to <<light Eva>>, there are three common stats to look out for: How submissive she is, how smart she is, and how close we are as friends.<</tutu>> <div id='choices'><<link "Talk about global warming">><<add "evasmarts" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>No snow, no rain, huh.<</s>> I voiced out, noticing the odd weather. <<s Eva>>It's like global warming isn't even real!<</s>> She joins me in the critique. <<s Author>>That's exactly what I was thinking of.<</s>> I announced. <<s Eva>>What can I say. Great minds think alike.<</s>> She said with a smirk. We kept looking at the stars for a moment, enjoying the clear skies. <<picmid "winter/night-sky.jpg">> <<s Leo>>You two also decided to walk out? Seems like we're moving the party here!<</s>> Another voice rose by our side, and I turned to look at yet another friend. <center><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<link "That's Leo" "Happy New Year">><<addmins 2>><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Talk about the party">><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<less "energy" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>That's quite the party, isn't it? Everyone's here!<</s>> I commented, a superficial yet well-meaning statement. <<s Eva>>Yeah. It's a bit overwhelming.<</s>> <<s Author>>That's cause you think a lot. It's not that bad. It's nice to let loose sometimes.<</s>> I announced, as my friend nodded along, understanding what I meant by what I said. We kept looking at the stars for a moment, enjoying the clear skies. <<picmid "winter/night-sky.jpg">> <<s Leo>>You two also decided to walk out? Seems like we're moving the party here!<</s>> Another voice rose by our side, and I turned to look at yet another friend. <center><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <<link "That's Leo" "Happy New Year">><<addmins 2>><</link>></center><</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>></center></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><center><<pic Leo>><</pic>></center><<light Leo>> was a very interesting person in high school. A social anomaly in a place that constantly wanted to put you in a box and judge you, he always found himself at the sidelines of most encounters, watching and engaging silently. He never ruffled feathers and was neither famous nor completely out of the picture. He was an interesting case for sure. <<s Author>>Why am I not surprised to find you here with us?<</s>> I quipped back at him, smiling wide to welcome him. <<s Leo>>My two besties are here together, how could I not join?<</s>> <<light Leo>> was far from being the most masculine person out there. His affinity to softer matters, his kind-hearted nature, his feminine features... They all helped in making him stand out as different. That didn't mean that he was doomed to a life of femininity, it just meant he was on his way there. As he currently stood, he wasn't quite leaning on any side. <<tutu>><<light Leo>> has one stat other than friendship to look out for. This one being femininity. Through your choices, you'll be able to influence whether he grows up to be more masculine or more feminine.<</tutu>> <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>You're one of the besties">><<less "energy" 1>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<addmins 1>><<replace "#choices">>I looked at my friend and decided to lean into the feminine act: <<s Author>>Girl you're one of the besties!<</s>> I joked as I gave him a hug. <<light Leo>> blushed lightly but preferred not to comment. I smiled to myself. It's always nice to see him squirm like that. As we separated, we got called in by the party-goers, as the countdown was approaching. <<link "Walk back in" "Happy New Year">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Our man is here">><<addmins 1>><<less "energy" 1>><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I chose to give him a boost of confidence: <<s Author>>Here comes our man to protect us.<</s>> I joked as I gave him a hug. <<light Leo>> stood a tiny bit taller as he returned the hug, feeling confident in his masculinity. I smiled at myself. It's always nice to see him appreciate his own worth. As we separated, we got called in by the party-goers, as the countdown was approaching. <<link "Walk back in" "Happy New Year">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<addmins 2>><<pichead "winter/party-vibes.jpg" "Lights of the party">><center><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>></center>Walking inside, I am quickly met by <<light Jasmin>> who eagerly pushed me to grab one of the masks they had collected for the party. <div id='jasminintro'><center><<link "Who's Jasmin?">><<less "energy" 1>><<replace "#jasminintro">><<light Jasmin>> was a small, cute petite girl. Her opinions however, were strong and brutal, and she never shied away from sharing them with all who wanted to hear. From fighting for immigrants rights to joining freedom movement to even allying herself with the LGBT movement, Jasmin would do all she can to push any antigovernmental agenda. Her conviction, unmatched, constantly puts her at odds with her racist father, who would constantly fight her about her support of the Black Lives Matter Movement or whatever other cause of the day she got roped into. <center><<pic Jerome>><</pic>></center> Recently, she had started seeing <<light Jerome>>, another student at school that was as mysterious as he was attractive. The complete disparity between their two characters made of them an unlikely duo, yet she hadn't left his side recently. <<s Jasmin>>Here, take this.<</s>> My friend pushed the mask in my hands, rushing me to put it on. I was left confused as I saw <<light Jerome>> approach her. <<s Jerome>>Come on, babe, the countdown is near.<</s>> <<link "Wait for the countdown." "Happy New Year">><<addmins 1>><<if $tutorial is true>><<pickup $Intro "RightSideFriends" 1>><</if>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></center></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>><<tutu>>Will you look at that! The character portraits for your friends are now available to the right, in addition to a few other characters that will become relevant over time. Each one of these portraits has its friendship score on top of it. Now, if you are to press on these pictures, you can bring out all the information you have on them and keep track of the progress of the friendship, including what scenes you haven't yet seen with them. Go ahead, try it out if you want!<</tutu>> There was a palpable excitement in the air as we prepared ourselves for the countdown, all my friends collected in this place with other students I recognized from my classes. The clock slowly started counting down, fast approaching the new year and the exciting prospect of what was to come next. <<s Yara>>10... 9... 8...<</s>> My friends around me were bubbling with excitement. <<s Leo>>Who are you kissing at midnight?<</s>> My close friend <<light Leo>> asked me teasingly. <<s Eva>>5... 4... 3...<</s>> The question struck with me. Who did I feel closest to? Who was my favorite there? <<s Author>>2... 1...<</s>> The new year approached, and with it, new opportunities for change. It was to be the most important year of our lives.... <<link "The new year" "The New Year Kiss">><<addmins 1>><<less "energy" 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The future was bright, and the lights were shining, as everyone cheered the new year on. And the choice was mine. Which of my friends did I feel closest to? Which of them did I like most, and wanted to show that appreciation for? Was it <<light Yara>>, the athlete with a dominant streak? <<light Eva>>, the nerdy friend who shares my passion for knowledge? <<light Leo>>, the social butterfly with a heart of gold? Or was it <<light Jasmin>>, who currently traded spit with her boyfriend/fling/lover/whatever? <div id='kiss'><<tutu>>This is a boost for one of your friendship stats, helping you get their content sooner. If you are to look to the right at their portrait while making your choice, you'll notice their stats rising with a small animation. Choices you make in the game have the potential of raising <img src='images/icons/friend.png'> or lowering <img src='images/icons/foe.png'> your friendship stat.<</tutu>> <center><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Yara'>">><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss1.jpg">> Finding <<light Yara>>'s lips with my own, I give her my midnight kiss, softly brushing against her as I moved my body in rhythm with hers. She was quick to take control of it though, as she kissed me back with passion, before moving back to dancing with me. <<link "Time to party!" "The New Year Kiss">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva'>">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> <<light Eva>>'s soft lips pressed against mine as I gave her that sweet kiss I knew she'd appreciate, her body pressing against mine as she took my kisses in stride. As I separated from her body, I could see her heavy breathing and obvious excitement. We started dancing to the pumping music alongside each other. <<link "Time to party!" "The New Year Kiss">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Leo'>">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss1.jpg">> The soft boy had lips that were just as soft. As I brushed up against <<light Leo>> to kiss him for our midnight party, I found him receptive to my advantages, eager to please and be pleased. His soft lips pressed against mine, his breathing caught as we shared our lovely kiss. Moving away from one another, we smiled as the music took our steps and we started dancing. <<link "Time to party!" "The New Year Kiss">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Jasmin'>">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> <<light Jasmin>>'s partner would have to wait for a moment, as I got closer to them, pulling her away from <<light Jerome>>. I simply looked at her, and moved closer. I could see her shrug for a moment, thinking "what the hell" before leaning in as well for the kiss, her pouty lips attacking mine with just as much fervor as they were doing <<light Jerome>>'s. Our kiss was sweet and passionate, beautifully engaging, and I liked it a lot! The music rose around us, distracting us as we started dancing to its rhythm, taken by the beat. <<link "Time to party!" "The New Year Kiss">><<less "energy" 1>><</link>><</replace>><</link>></center></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 2>><<addmins 40>><<less "energy" 1>><<pichead "winter/partydj.jpg">> The music played loudly around us as we enjoyed the good vibes, my body floating across the different people around me as I pranced around to the beat of the rhythm. The beautiful music carried us as we continued our elaborate dances, eager to be engaged in this fun evening. Eventually though, the party had to die down as we each had to head to our own places. First to leave was <<light Jasmin>>, called away by her father <<light John>>. A well meaning man, he was nonetheless quite the overbearing figure on my friend's freedom. She didn't nag much though as he came to pull her away from the party, not wanting to cause a scene. Moments later, <<light Eva>> received a message on her cellphone, and had to rush out to meet her parents, who decided that she's partied long enough and needed to come back home. While strict, they'd given her everything in life, and so she wasn't going to rebell against them anytime soon. One by one, my friends started leaving the party, and I decided to do the same, heading to my simple abode. <<link "Go home" "Winter Home">><<addhours 2>><<less "energy" 1>><<set $winterathletics to 0>><<set $wintersmarts to 0>><<set $winterporn to 0>><<set $wintermedia to 0>><<set $winterday to 0>><<drop $valentine "Now" 2>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $mediasavvy == 5>> Social Media, the one place where everyone can meet virtually, was a place of wonder and importance to me. I knew that one day whatever my job would be, it would be tied to it and linked to its beautiful aspirational pages and engaging stories. How much, however, I has no idea of. I also knew it would be a way for me to gain the momentum I needed to become the //Prom Queen//. <<elseif $smarts == 5>> Beyond just my grade and the number it gave me, I knew that being smart also meant doing research of your own and going further than what the face give you. Doing my own research into various topics helped me understand much more about the hidden aspects of life. In a society like our own, having information to wield is an invaluable asset, and I was sure to use my smarts to become //Prom Queen//. <<elseif $athletics == 5>> My body is a vessel, one that will carry me throughout my life till the day certain technological advancements can help us switch bodies. Until that day comes, I have always intended on making sure the body I held would help me be the best version of myself, and not fail me in my old age. A bit of yoga here and a bit of running there never hurt nobody. And catching people's attention like that is a sure-fire way of becoming //Prom Queen//... <<elseif $sexskill == 5>> Even though I was a virgin and all the information I held was from porn sites and my occasional goon sessions, I found that my knowledge of certain trends and certain aspects of the sex industry to be very beneficial in understanding male behavior and likes, and even understanding my own body more. Through my intensive past in masturbating my time away to beautiful bodies in extacy, I was able to find my own. And who knows, maybe that intimate knowledge of the art of seduction and sex will help me in my goals to become this year's //Prom Queen//. <</if>> All that introduction put apart and my secrets revealed to you, reader, let us dive right into my story, and see what the future holds for me. Every day, certain events based on my stats will arise, and you'll help me make my choices on how to face them. Depending on my choices, my odds of becoming //Prom Queen// will grow or lessen. In the end, once all is revealed, we can know whether or not we have achieved our goal. I cannot miss classes unless absolutely necessary to pursue other ventures, as the more I miss classes the less my odds of even being nominated for //Prom Queen//. As such, classes are super important for me not to miss, between 8 and 10AM every day. After that, anything else I am free to follow or ignore. I can look at my calendar for guidance on what I could usually have planned out for the week, available to me right at the home page. Help me reach my goal to enjoy higher education, and I will forever be grateful. Or don't, it's all up to you! <center><<link "Let's Begin">><<goto "Management">><</link>></center>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<transfer $pablorabonne $wardrobe 'cute pink pajamas' 1>><<set _tick to false>><<pichead "locations/living-room-night.jpg" "My Home">> <div id='continue'>I am finally home, my head still spinning from the loud music playing around in it as I settled in and headed for my <<link "wardrobe">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Wardrobe", "war"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Tutorial Wardrobe").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> to get dressed in my pyjamas. </div> <<repeat 1s>><<if $outfit.has("cute pink pajamas") and _tick is false>><<set _tick to true>><<replace "#continue">>Now dressed, I was ready for bed, to say goodnight to the world and get ready to <<link "sleep" "Winter Dream">><<pickup $Intro "corruption" 1>><</link>>.<</replace>><</if>><</repeat>> <<elseif $winterday gte 5 and $mail.count("SA Office 1") is 0>>I have received an email from school. <<link "Let's check it out">><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>><<pickup $Intro "grade" 1>><<set $wintermorning to true>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Winter Letter").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<goto "Winter Decision">><</link>><<else>><<pichead "locations/living-room-night.jpg" "My Home">> <center>''Morning''</center> <div id='morning'><<if $wintermorning is false>> <<if $winterday gte 3 and $mail.count("Winter SPAM") is 0>>I have received an intriguing email. <<link "Let's check it out">><<pickup $Intro "subdom" 1>><<goto "Winter Home">><<set $wintermorning to true>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Winter SPAM").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if visited("Winter Mall") is 1>>Spending time at the mall was fun. Maybe I can <<link "visit the shops" "Winter Shops">><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><<set $wintermorning to true>><</link>> again?<<elseif visited("Winter Mall") is 0>>Today feels like a good day to visit <<link "the mall" "Winter Mall">><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><<set $wintermorning to true>><</link>>.<</if>> <<if visited("Winter Park") is 0>>The weather is nice and I feel like catching some fresh air. Let's go to the <<link "park" "Winter Park">><<pickup $Intro "bbcworld" 1>><<set $wintermorning to true>><</link>>.<<elseif visited("Winter Park") is 1>>A visit to the <<link "park" "Winter Park">><<set $wintermorning to true>><<pickup $Intro "bisexuality" 1>><</link>> does sound like a nice idea...<<elseif visited("Winter Park") gte 2>>I really feel like going to the <<link "park" "Winter Park">><<set $wintermorning to true>><</link>>. Maybe even with a friend?<</if>><<else>>I already did something this morning.<</if>></div> <center>''Evening''</center> <div id='evening'><<if $winterevening is false>><<if visited("Winter Gym") is 0>>One of my new year resolutions is to become more athletic. The way to do that is to visit the <<link "gym" "Winter Gym">><<add "athletics" 2>><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<elseif visited("Winter Gym") lt 3>>I really feel like working out. Let's go to the <<link "gym" "Winter Gym">><<add "athletics" 2>><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<else>>I've visited the gym enough for this winter break.<</if>> <<if visited("Winter Library") is 0>>I really feel like reading some books. Let's visit the <<link "library" "Winter Library">><<add "smarts" 2>><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<elseif visited("Winter Library") lte 3>>My quest for knowledge nags at me again. Let's visit the <<link "library" "Winter Library">><<add "smarts" 2>><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<else>>I've visited the library enough for this winter break.<</if>> <<if visited("Winter Chrome") lt 3>>Maybe opening my laptop is the best way to get things done around here... <<link "Check my laptop" "Winter Chrome">><<pickup $Intro "arousal" 1>><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<else>>I used the laptop enough for this winter break.<</if>> <<if visited("Winter Insta") lt 3>>I really feel like spending my day on social media. Let's <<link "Open Instagram" "Winter Insta">><<set $winterevening to true>><</link>>.<<else>>I've lost enough time on Instagram this winter break.<</if>><<else>>I've already done something this evening.<</if>></div> <center>''Night'' <<if $wintermorning is true and $winterevening is true>><<link "Go to sleep" "Winter Home">><<sleepwinter>><</link>><<else>>I still have stuff to do during the day.<</if>></center> <</if>>

<<add "mod" 1>><<tutu>>----------> To the right, the first stat, and most important one for the depraved story we're creating, has just appeared. The higher it is, the more scenes and events are at your disposal. Corruption is based off of looks, sexskill, and openness, among other minor things.<</tutu>> Throughout the day, I've been talking to a person beyond my grasp. But now I see you, my reader, the person in control of my destiny... It's odd to know that free will is not entirely present in the world I exist in, but I am sure you'll be someone to help me in my path across this final school year. Whichever direction you nodge me in, I will be able to make the most of it, I am sure. And I am also sure you won't be able to make me do something I am not ready for. You don't have absolute control over me or my world. You are not a god. And I am sure that you won't change me too drastically. All that being said, before the end of this tale of 5 months, I doubt that we'll have another interaction like this one. So cherish and enjoy it. Your control has its limits, but I am sure you'll make the right decisions for both of our sakes... <<link "Wake Up" "Winter Phone Notification">><<pickup $Intro "LeftSideStats" 1>><<set $wintermorning to false>><<set $winterevening to false>><<set $jasminmessage to 6>><</link>>

<center><div class="wardrobelvl1"><img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg" width="500px"> <<tutu>>This is the wardrobe, your place to change and wear new articles of clothing. Pyjamas are grouped with underwear, go ahead and wear your usual pink PJs!<</tutu>> <<button "Underwear">><<set $und to true>><<set $out to false>><<set $acc to false>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "underwear wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Outerwear">><<set $und to false>><<set $out to true>><<set $acc to false>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "outerwear wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Accessories">><<set $und to false>><<set $out to false>><<set $acc to true>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "accessories wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>></div><div class="wardrobelvl2"><div id="subcat"><<if $und is true>><<include "underwear wardrobe">><<elseif $out is true>><<include "outerwear wardrobe">><<elseif $acc is true>><<include "accessories wardrobe">><</if>></div></div><div class="wardrobelvl3"><div id="body"><<if $pan is true>><<include "panties wardrobe">><<elseif $br is true>><<include "bra wardrobe">><<elseif $to is true>><<include "tops wardrobe">><<elseif $pa is true>><<include "bottoms wardrobe">><<elseif $ou is true>><<include "outfits wardrobe">><<elseif $bu is true>><<include "toys wardrobe">><<elseif $ne is true>><<include "neckwear wardrobe">><<elseif $sh is true>><<include "shoes wardrobe">><</if>></div></div><div id="warning"></div></center>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/winter-jasmin.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jasmin.jpg">''@jasmintheflower'': Party rock into the house tonight!</div><<comment "jaystone">>Rocking body right there!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>The prettiest! <3<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "You're stunning girl!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "You're stunning girl!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "#partygoals">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "#partygoals">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div id='message'><<set _tick to false>><<pickup $Intro "FourMain" 1>><<addhours 4>><<tutu>>Something new appeared on the left! <------------------------ You now have access to both your phone and objectives. Whenever there is a red tick next to your phone, that means you've received a notification that you'll need to check. Go ahead and click on it! ---------------------> On the right too, you now have access to the four main stats that are related to activities in the game. Hovering over their icons will give you more information on them.<</tutu>> <<pichead "winter/winter-dream.jpg" "Dreaming">> Dreams carried me as I floated away on beautiful waves of softness and kindness... And were taken all too early. *PING!* Just as my eye was closing, warm underneath the covers and excitedly travelling through a realm of dreams, I received a notification on my phone. It was 7 in the morning on the day after New Year's Eve, and I was disturbed by someone with no filter for sure. //Let's check out what that's about!//</div> <<repeat 1s>><<if $jasminmessage is 0 and _tick is false>><<set _tick to true>><<replace "#message">>Now that I've dealt with this momentary distraction, I am ready to <<link "face the day" "Winter Home">><<sleepwinter>><</link>>.<</replace>><</if>><</repeat>>

<<script>>$(".ui-dialog-title").hide(); $(".ui-dialog-title").addClass("lap"); $(".ui-dialog-titlebar").removeClass("ui-widget-header");<</script>> <div id='laptop'><<if $corruption gte 60>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='50px' title='Cambunny'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Cambunny").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><a data-passage="Character Creation" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Corruption below 100" disabled><img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='50px'></button></a><</if>><<link '<img src="images/icons/settings-button.png" width="50px" title="Settings">'>><<script>>UI.settings()<</script>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/icons/gmail-logo.png' width='50px' title='Mail'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LaptopMail").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<set $notif to false>><</link>><<if $notif is true>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>><<link '<img src="images/icons/objectives-button.png" height="50px" title="Objectives">'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Objectives", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop Objectives").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/icons/chrome-logo.png" height="50px" title="Chrome">'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Winter Chrome").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>  <div id="mydiv"><<if visited(passage()) is 2>>I'm bored... Maybe I can check the web for a while?<<else>><<include "Random Tips">><</if>></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Already Home" disabled><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'></button><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>I spend my afternoon floating through different scenes of people around the world laughing together and filming themselves living their lives, me hidden behind my screen as I observe everyone simply. <<tutu>>A new stat has appeared on the right side screen, which you'll be able to see when you get out of the laptop. This stat is arousal, brought along by what you're about to see next.<</tutu>> One such moment perceived in my exploration is an interesting picture that someone had decided to upload on their socials, in an obscure part of the web: <<picmid "social-media/bulge-in-light.jpg">><<add "arousal" 40>> The outline of his cock was obvious, and its size... I can't help but think of it for a moment... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>Think longer about his member">><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choices">><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/rubbing5.mp4" max-width="60%"/> My hand decided for me, drifting lower as I played with myself, looking at the picture and imagining that impressive member near me, with me, in me... And I came hard on my fingers, wet and horny as I thought of what potential this kind of impressive cock would have on someone like me... Someone so vulnerable... <<tutu>>Choosing that option added to your sex knowledge and skill. With time, that skill will have an impact on how far you take things when in given situations. The easiest way to get naughtier is by practicing at home!<</tutu>> <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore it and move on">><<replace "#choices">>Despite the obvious effect this cock had on me, I couldn't help but feel unconnected to the scene playing out in front of me. I was hornier than before, yes, but I wasn't going to let it control me. <<tutu>>Choosing that option did not add to your sexual knowledge or skill. With time though, you'll get more opportunities to improve your sexual knowledge, which will help you take things further in certain situations. The easiest way to get naughtier is by practicing at home!<</tutu>> <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>I was back on the web, bored beyond myself and trying to find the right places to hang out, the right forums to be visiting... When I saw an interesting website with the oddest kind of content and conversations... There were forums discussing various topics, and I was intrigued by all of them... <div id='choice1'><<link "FORUM: What is BBC and why is it amazing?">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choice1">><center><h2>What is BBC and why is it amazing?</h2></center> <<picmid "winter/forum-bbc.jpg">> BBC, or big black cock, is the future of humanity. The girth and power of the BLACK COCK is something all people need, the envy after seeing one for the first time is almost too much to bear for some, and causes a lot of distress to others that do not have it. Those who have tried it, recommend it. Those who go black, never go back. And those who preach its message, regardless of their race, will have a place in the BNWO. The Black New World Order. Embrace BBC, embrace the future. <</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice2'><<link "FORUM: I kissed a girl and I liked it...">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choice2">><center><h2>I kissed a girl and I liked it...</h2></center> <<picmid "winter/forum-lesbian.jpg">> Yesterday night I went to the movies with friends and watched the newest romantic movie, a girls' night. Everything was great up until I had to give a ride to my friend home. I don't know what it was about me that gave her these signs, but by the end there as we sat in the car in front of the house, she leaned in and kissed me. And chat, I kissed her back! I am so confused as to what that means about me, and I don't know where to go from here. Am I supposed to take her out? I liked it but I have a boyfriend. I don't know anymore...<</replace>><</link>></div> <div id='choice3'><<link "FORUM: My husband likes watching, is that normal?">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "sexskill" 1>><<replace "#choice3">><center><h2>My husband likes watching, is that normal?</h2></center> <<picmid "winter/forum-cuck.jpg">> Yesterday night, while playing around with my husband as we sometimes do before going to bed, he said something that was really weird... "I love the way men look at you in public. It's obvious they want to fuck you." It wasn't a lot, but it did trigger me somehow, and I just had to push him further. "I bet they would love to fuck me. I'm hot." I was confident. "I bet that would look so fucking hot." He actually said that! He said it would be hot if another guy fucked me! I don't know what to do from there, is there a right way to go about things? I do like our neighbor, he seems like a nice guy... And has a nice bulge...<</replace>><</link>></div> Looking at all of these different people talk about their exploits and adventures opened up my eyes to very different experiences that I didn't know existed in the world. I found it extremely interesting... <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 3>><<add "sexskill" 2>><<set $arousal to 0>>As I started drifting through youtube videos today trying to distract myself and take in the stuff that the world has been doing, I felt a nagging in the back of my mind to explore something dirtier, something X-rated. After all, I lived alone and no one would be there to judge... <<picmid "winter/anal-bbc.jpg">> I was brought face to face with a very interesting scene, where a young girl was having has ass impaled on a big black cock, barely able to fit it inside of her as her puffy pussy lips begged for attention. The whole scene was very interesting. //I could never do what she is doing!// I thought to myself as I watched her getting railed by the impressive cock inside of her. My hands knew what called them, as they lowered to explore my needy pussy, taking off my clothing as I laid down to play with myself in unison with the action on the screen. <center><video loop autoplay src="images/masturbation/still.mp4" max-width="60%"/></center> Rubbing my pussy to completion, I enjoyed what happened in front of me, my eyes opened to this newfound kink and my mind racing with the potential of its exploration. //There's no way I'd do something like that... Ever.// <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/mall.jpg">> <<tutu>>------------>> Related to your newest trip to the mall, you can see the addition of two new stats, Openness<img src='images/icons/open.png'> and Cash<img src='images/icons/cash.png'>. Hover over them to get more info on them. <</tutu>> Walking across the different stores available at this hub of personalities, multiple people walking around and still enjoying the Christmas vibes, I enjoy the vibes of such a space. My exploration takes me further towards a place that I'm used to frequenting, <<link "Creamart" "Winter Creamart">><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/creamart.jpg" "Creamart - The Coffee Shop">> Immediately greeting me, <<light Jordan>>, the location owner, is smiling wide. <<s Jordan>><<print $name>>, welcome back! Happy new year!<</s>> He smiles wide as he welcomes me. Next to him, I see a new sign has been posted up. "Baristas Wanted - Hiring Now!" Noticing me looking, he shimes in. <<s Jordan>>Maria left us unfortunately. "New Year New Me". You'd make a good addition to our team if you're so inclined.<</s>> He mentioned, explaining the development. <<tutu>>When winter break is over, there is a chance for us to visit this spot and apply. Extra money would come in handy, and we do have a lot of time on our hands...<</tutu>> I smiled at him as I acknowledged what he just mentioned. Now to see what to order... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>Plain coffee">><<add "open" 1>><<less "money" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<tutu>>You can see stats on the right being impacted by your choice.<</tutu>> Taking my coffee and finding my way to my seat, I sat down as I watched people go in and out in this exciting place, enjoying their stories as I looked at them. //Working here wouldn't be so bad.// I figured to myself as I imagined talking to these different customers. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Just water">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<tutu>>You can see stats on the right being impacted by your choice.<</tutu>> Despite being annoyed by my tame request, <<light Jordan>> did not show it as he offered it to me for free. He was a kind person, and working for him would probably be a nice idea... But then again I wasn't sure if it was the move for me. I could feel myself closing off this option to myself... Unless something changed in my disposition... <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'><img src='images/icons/open.png'>A fancy fruity drink">><<add "open" 2>><<less "money" 3>><<replace "#choices">><<tutu>>You can see stats on the right being impacted by your choice.<</tutu>> I loved fancy drinks, and I loved the feeling of having a caramel macchiato in my hands to sip on as I watch people passing by. The looks I receive when people see the elaborate drink in my hands and decide to order it as well is particularly thrilling I have to say! Despite it being more expensive, it was still a nice drink to have in hand as I looked at the customers visiting the coffee shop. I could really see myself working here alongside <<light Jordan>> and anyone else who was there, serving people their drinks and maybe even getting a few free drinks of my own... <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>

<<pichead "locations/lisaespana.jpg" "Lisa Espana Lingerie">><<pickup $lisaespana "christmas-special" 1>> <<tutu>>A new stat appeared on the right, check it out!<</tutu>><<set _tick to false>> I looked around at the options of the place I found myself in, back at the mall and at an interesting clothing store for all things underwear and not worn in public. In front of me and on a special display, the only thing I could potentially afford, was an interesting piece of garment: <div id='buying'><div class="row"><div class="col-4"></div><div class="col-4 momentary"><<momentbuy "lisaespana" "christmas-special" 10 0>></div><div class="col-4"></div></div> <<repeat 1s>><<if $wardrobe.has('christmas-special') and _tick is false>><<set _tick to true>><<replace "#buying">><center><img src='images/winter/lisabought.jpg'></center> I looked at this article of clothing from all sides and eventually chose to buy it. It's only money, and who knows when else I'd get such a good offer for a full set? <<tutu>>When you wear particularly interesting pieces of clothing like the one you just bought, it adds to your looks, making you more approachable and corrupted. Other things that affect your looks are your athleticism and whatever modifications you do to your body later in the game.<</tutu>> <</replace>><</if>><</repeat>></div> I debated whether or not I should get it, knowing full well I had no one to wear it for and that the occasion for it has probably passed... Maybe that's why it's even on sale in the first place? Regardless, I had my option in front of me, and knew I could always come back for any other piece of clothing here should I choose so. Elsewhere in the mall, I had access to more clothing options. The amount of people rushing to buy things will make it difficult to get anything today though! <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>>

<div class="row"><div class="col-2 solid"><<button "YOUR NEXT MASTER">><<pickup $mail "Winter SPAM" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>NAUGHTY MASTER BROCK</h2> YOUR BODY CALLS FOR ATTENTION. IT CALLS FOR MY DOMINANT HAND TO CONTROL YOU AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR NEEDS. You don't know what you miss, but I am here to tell you you're missing a lot. And I am the one to offer you that chance to discover yourself and the world. Your inner submissive is clamoring, calling for someone to take control and lead you the way only a true dominant knows how. Let me take over, and you'll discover a world of pleasure and understanding you haven't seen before. Let me dominate you.... By following this link and subscribing to my Only Fans, 90% OFF ONLY TODAY! www.onlyfans.com/masterbrockthemaster/thisisafakelink-0399 <</replace>><<timed 1s>><<replace "#morning">>This email was as intriguing as it was meaningless. And that's being too kind to it. Nevertheless, despite it being SPAM, I still considered its contents and what they presumed about me... They said I had an inner submissive to be brought out... Was that true? <<link "<img src='images/icons/sub.png'>It might be">><<less "subdom" 1>><<replace "#morning">><<tutu>>The newest stat on the right, subdom has been affected by your choice. The more submissive you act, the more people will want to take control of you.<</tutu>> Following has always been my strong suit, and I find it easier to follow orders than to lead. This sometimes puts me in danger, so I really hope to trust in the right people... <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The world is not binary">><<replace "#morning">><<tutu>>Indeed, the world is not black and white, and you'd like to live in the gray area in between. The newest stat on the right, subdom has been affected by your choice. While there is more content on the two extreme sides of the spectrum, remaining in between is definitely possible in the game ut might block off certain interactions eventually.<</tutu>> Why label everything in binaries and a clear left or right. The world is a spectrum, and I am somewhere in between. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/dom.png'>I'd rather be in control">><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#morning">><<tutu>>The newest stat on the right, subdom has been affected by your choice. The more dominant you act, the more people will react in accordance, either trying to break your control or submitting to it.<</tutu>>I'm the person to watch out for in any interaction. I always come out on top, regardless of how dominant the person in front of me is. After all, even the strongest of wills has a breaking point... <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</timed>><</button>></div><div class="col-9 solid"><div id='mail'></div></div></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<<pichead "locations/park.jpg" "A lovely day at the park">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>Walking around the park today, I see people in groups and alone, running, hanging out, enjoying their time, having fun basically. One particular group catches my eye. <<RE "random/park-thugs.jpg">>Sitting down on a few stairs and staring at people passing by, catcalling a few, a group of black males notice my presence there.<</RE>> <<tutu>>A new stat, related to the world at large more than the character we're following, just appeared to the right: <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World. The higher this stat is, the more accepting people are of a blacked society. One where black is superior and preferred...<</tutu>> I could see them looking at me, almost eating me with their eyes as they stared at my body... And waited for whatever comment they'd give me... To no avail. I passed unannounced, probably not even noticed. Or maybe noticed and ignored... I wasn't quite sure how that made me feel... <div id='choices'><<link "They better keep their eyes to themselves.">><<replace "#choices">>Feeling confident that they knew their place and that they understood what it would mean to catcall me, I kept walking, holding my head high. The world needs to understand that we women are not toys to be oggled and played with. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>Am I not pretty enough?">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Something in me cracked a bit, as I tried to deal with the repercussions of their inattention to me... What was it about me that made them not really care about what I had to offer? What did I do wrong? Was I not pretty enough? They were all attractive to me, athletic, handsome... And yet I couldn't even catch their eye... Something deep in me followed that hidden overall feeling of my time, where attention from a group of men like this one is extremely valued. I needed to improve myself to better match these times. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>I was yet again walking around the park, enjoying the sun and the calmness of this secluded space. Out of nowehere, I saw a girl approach me... <<s stranger>>Hi. I want to show you something.<</s>> She stated, nervous. I was intrigued by what she wanted to share with me, as I looked at her with confusion... <<RE "random/park-flashing.jpg">>Raising her shirt, the girl showed me the bra she wore underneath, before scurrying away, shameful.<</RE>> <<tutu>>A new stat has appeared to the right, <img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>Bisexuality. Check it out!<</tutu>> Still reeling from her unexpected action, I tried to find the correct way to deal with what I just saw... <div id='choices'><<link "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>This was hot!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 15>><<replace "#choices">>Something about the way she looked, the naughtiness of her action... Her gender... That was definitely a hot sight, and one I wouldn't mind seeing again if I am to visit the park. I was certainly hoping I would catch another glance at her... <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "This was weird.">><<replace "#choices">>The whole situation felt extremely awkward to me, not really caring about what I just saw and wanting to move on from it... Being horny like that in public, and flashing someone of the same gender... What's wrong with her? <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 3>>I was yet again hanging out at the park, enjoying the good weather, and trying to make the best of my time before I was to return to classes soon on the 8th... And I felt slightly lonely... Maybe I could talk to one of my friends and have them join me? <div id='kiss'><center><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' title='Yara'>">><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<pic Yara>><</pic>> <center><<messaging Yara>><<me>>Hey! Feel like hanging out soon?<</me>><<them>>You saved me from my boredom! Where at?<</them>><<me>>The park maybe?<</me>><<them>>Coming right over!<</them>><</messaging>></center> Shortly thereafter, I was joined by my friend at the park, where we hung out for the next couple of hours, enjoying each other's company and improving our friendship. <<tutu>><<light Yara>>'s stats have improved due to your decision to hang out with her. The more often you see your friends, the better your friendship becomes, and the more friendship milestone events you get to see with them, eventually potentially engaging in a relationship with them. You can see that improvement on the right side, over your friend's face.<</tutu>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva'>">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <center><<messaging Eva>><<me>>Hey! Feel like hanging out soon?<</me>><<them>>You saved me from my boredom! Where at?<</them>><<me>>The park maybe?<</me>><<them>>Coming right over!<</them>><</messaging>></center> Shortly thereafter, I was joined by my friend at the park, where we hung out for the next couple of hours, enjoying each other's company and improving our friendship. <<tutu>><<light Eva>>'s stats have improved due to your decision to hang out with her. The more often you see your friends, the better your friendship becomes, and the more friendship milestone events you get to see with them, eventually potentially engaging in a relationship with them. You can see that improvement on the right side, over your friend's face.<</tutu>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Leo'>">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<pic Leo>><</pic>> <center><<messaging Leo>><<me>>Hey! Feel like hanging out soon?<</me>><<them>>You saved me from my boredom! Where at?<</them>><<me>>The park maybe?<</me>><<them>>Coming right over!<</them>><</messaging>></center> Shortly thereafter, I was joined by my friend at the park, where we hung out for the next couple of hours, enjoying each other's company and improving our friendship. <<tutu>><<light Leo>>'s stats have improved due to your decision to hang out with them. The more often you see your friends, the better your friendship becomes, and the more friendship milestone events you get to see with them, eventually potentially engaging in a relationship with them. You can see that improvement on the right side, over your friend's face.<</tutu>> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Jasmin'>">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <center><<messaging Jasmin>><<me>>Hey! Feel like hanging out soon?<</me>><<them>>You saved me from my boredom! Where at?<</them>><<me>>The park maybe?<</me>><<them>>Coming right over!<</them>><</messaging>></center> Shortly thereafter, I was joined by my friend at the park, where we hung out for the next couple of hours, enjoying each other's company and improving our friendship. <<tutu>><<light Jasmin>>'s stats have improved due to your decision to hang out with her. The more often you see your friends, the better your friendship becomes, and the more friendship milestone events you get to see with them, eventually potentially engaging in a relationship with them. You can see that improvement on the right side, over your friend's face.<</tutu>> <</replace>><</link>></center></div> <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</if>>

<div id='continue'>//There it was, the dreaded email that changed everything, that set me on this path of change. It was addressed to everyone, and it carried with it the heavy news: All my education was for nothing, all these high grades and classes were meaningless. I had to do stuff, and I had to do them fast. Join clubs, find different passions... In my frustration, I found I had only one way to move forward. And I took myself all the way to school, where I was hoping to sort these things out... <<link "Go to School">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/school-exterior.jpg" "Outside of my school">> <<RE "random/school-random4.jpg">>The winding paths of my beautiful school took me from anger to sadness as I made my way over.<</RE>> It was Friday, and I was hoping I'd be able to find someone at school at this hour. <<pichead "locations/hallway.jpg" "The school's hallways">> Thankfully, the doors were open, and I found my way inside, travelling across different hallways, aimlessly, trying to find someone to alleviate my concerns, to help me with my plight... It felt meaningless. Hopeless... Until... <<link "The principal's door is open">><<replace "#continue">><<pichead "locations/office.jpg" "The principal's office">> <<pic "Priscilla">>The school's principal<</pic>> Inside, the principal, Dr. <<light Priscilla>>, was sitting at her desk on the telephone, conversing with someone on the other line. <<s Priscilla>>As are we, Mr. Bekham. We look forward to having you join us soon.<</s>> I didn't care for formalities. I was distraught and I needed an answer, some sort of a solution... And so I walked right in, her not quite noticing me up until I plopped down on the chair facing her desk. She looked up, noticing me. <<s Priscilla>>Yes, yes. Of course.<</s>> She said into the device she held, trying to wrap up the conversation. <<s Priscilla>>Excuse me, I have a small emergency to take care of. I'll see you next Friday.<</s>> Hanging up, she looked at me with intrigue. I was confident she did not expect my presence there, not on a day where there weren't classes. <<s Priscilla>><<print $name>>. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced and inopportune visit?<</s>> She said, moving towards the papers she held in front of her, waiting for my answer. <<s Author>>The SA Office sent us an email...<</s>> <<s Priscilla>>The student's affairs.. God I told them to wait till Monday where we'd be able to tell you all about it. But I guess the cat's out of the bag.<</s>> Her attention shifted to me. <<s Priscilla>>There's youth from all over the world looking for opportunities outside of their countries, and our country's universities have the burden of offering the best experience they can to the best students they can get.<</s>> Her explanation made no sense yet. I was probably the best student in class. I was definitely the best. <<s Priscilla>>Being the best student in class is not enough.<</s>> It was like she read my mind. <<s Priscilla>>Nowadays, they look for much more. Involvement in school, in clubs, in out-of school activities, and I have to admit, the parent's donations play a huge part in that decision.<</s>> She stood, heading over to a billboard of posters and announcements from the school year. <<s Priscilla>>Or popularity. Apparently that's an important thing to our universities. If they have the popular people, ones who know how to talk to people and bring them to their side, they think they can get even more funds from students from abroad. It's a cycle. A vicious one, but a cycle that they have to maintain if they want to stay afloat.<</s>> She explained. It was all too complicated, and indeed, she was right in not having a simple e-mail explain the complexities of the situation. <<s Author>>So grades don't matter?<</s>> She gave a sigh, turning towards me as she thought of how to say the next words. <<s Priscilla>>Grades only matter as far as graduating from school. From then on, in life, people look at your character and judge you for that. Every time you make a step in the right direction, according to society, you get praise. Every time you don't... Well getting cancelled is a true fear.<</s>> There was much more behind her words, and this admission from a principal was a lot. All I've worked for so far was meaningless. All my grades meant nothing. The grey cells I nurtured meant nothing in the world I wanted to enter... And that scared me deeply. <<s Priscilla>>I really wish I could say things in a better way, or give them a better light. Unfortunately, we're stuck in this dilemma, you and I.<</s>> She said as she had me stand up, ushering me towards the door. <<s Priscilla>>Find your path, and follow it. And hopefully, it'll take you where you need to go. I believe you have what it takes to make it through.<</s>> <<link "Get out">><<replace "#continue">> <<picmid "locations/hallway.jpg">> The door closed behind me, as I stood once more in the barren corridors of my school, trying to sort through the information I had just received... It was a lot, and it was scary. My whole life could be hanging by a thread, and I didn't know which one it was to be. I was not a part of any club, any sports program, anything of value. And I did not have the parents to aid me in my endeavors. My father... left us a bit too soon. Dead when I was only 12. And my mother lived abroad trying to make by, leaving me alone in my apartment that she'd bought with the last of my father's insurance money. Money was an issue, and I barely had enough from my mother for my day-to-day life. Not enough to bribe universities with... //<<s Priscilla>>Or popularity. Apparently that's an important thing to our universities.<</s>>// One thing alone jumped to my attention. The last thing the principal mentioned. Popularity. The one thing I had a chance at getting. Joining clubs now probably will not be enough for my applications. Neither will any athletics program be of any value to me... The only way I had a chance... Is popularity. Making friends, allies, and hope that eventually I'll be able to connect with the right people... Was that a far cry? Did I have what it took? I'd probably need to be much more involved with other people's stories than I currently am but... Maybe? Was I going to go down this path? Become that popular person who has it all figured out? Did I have what it took? <div id='choices'><<link "It's not worth it. Despair.">><<replace "#choices">>It is in times of extreme desperation that ones make the wrong decisions of their lives. And I don't think you are that desperate. You're just checking what that option does. After all, the name of the game is "Becoming Prom Queen". That is my destiny. That is our destiny. Or maybe even the reason of our downfall, who knows. All that's know is... Desperation is not the way to go. And we are not falling for it. I cannot. I will not. I should not... I... I'm sorry. This is the end I guess... I hope you enjoyed the game, stranger. I know I personally was hoping for more. But if you want to know what happened to me in the months following this decision, I mean... I guess you can always click <<link "here" "Winter Bad End">><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Becoming Prom Queen. That's my goal.">><<replace "#choices">>I was never one to look for the spotlight. Never one to fight for my spot on a stage, to be praised by many. Sure, growing up, I used to love watching the Disney princesses dress up and go to the ball, getting the adoration of many. My 12th birthday was my favorite, as my friends and I got dressed in princess clothes. My king, my dad, was there. I was daddy's little princess and I loved it. And now, I was looking at becoming the queen. Life changes, and I had to change with it, go back to these dreams of royalty. I was getting there. Truly, there was only one way I could secure my spot in the prestigeous universities I was eyeing. Only one way I could convince people of my winning personality. It was time for me to set my eyes on... <center><h2>''Becoming Prom Queen''</h2></center> Decision made, it was time to choose what to do next. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</replace>><</link>></div><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/living-room-night.jpg" "My Home">> Today has been a long day full of heavy decisions. It was time for me to go to <<link "sleep" "Winter Home">><<sleepwinter>><</link>>.

<<pichead "locations/gym.jpg" "The local Gym">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The local gym was a beautiful location full of interesting people, where I could work out for free. Wait, what? Free?? Yes indeed! I can work out for free here since I was a student of Egrogry High! And that in itself was an amazing treat that I was going to make use of for the upcoming few months while I was still a student. My new year resolution to get back to a more healthy lifestyle starts now! <<picmid "workout/gym.jpg">> Today's workout was to be simple, as I found my way to the treadmills and started my walk on them, enjoying the scenery of the town in front of me through the large windows. <<tutu>>Going to the gym or finding other places to work out is very advantageous. Athletics not only impact your ability to unlock certain demanding scenes (or sex positions), but it also impacts your looks as it gives you a small boost for every point you have in it.<</tutu>> While I was a long way from being the most athletic person in the place, I still enjoyed my time there and broke out a decent sweat. The shower afterwards was pretty quick before I made my way back home. What a productive day! <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Yet again, I was back at the gym, ready to work out and give it my all. I had a goal this year, and I was going to reach it. <<picmid "winter/workout1.jpg">> The workout was a challenging one as I pushed my limits and tried my best to give it my all. Midway through my workout, I was approached by <<light Jerome>>, <<light Jasmin>>'s on-again off-again partner. <<s Jerome>><<print $name>>! Fancy seeing you here!<</s>> He said, greeting me. <<s Author>>New year, new me!<</s>> I announced, smiling at him. <<s Jerome>>Fantastic! Hey have you met Samuel?<</s>> He asked, showing me to his friend. <<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Author>>Can't say I have.<</s>> I said, shaking his hand. <<s Jerome>>Samuel here has joined our school for the rest of the year. He's been given to me to show around.<</s>> I sized up the new guy, eventually deciding to put my hand out to greet him. His grip was firm and warm, oddly comforting. <<s Samuel>>Pleasure.<</s>> He turned to his new friend. <<s Samuel>>You didn't lie when you said all Egrogry girls are pretty.<</s>> His compliment, although obviously flattering, still had a positive effect on me. I smiled. <<s Author>>A gentleman too!<</s>> I joked. <<s Jerome>>Anyway, we'll let you get back to this. Lift your ass, it'll hurt more but will be more beneficial.<</s>> He said, ushering <<light Samuel>> away. <<s Samuel>>I'll see you around.<</s>> That one said before heading with <<light Jerome>>. That was an interesting encounter... As I followed <<light Jerome>>'s recommendation I could feel the effect it was having on me. He knew what he was talking about. A good heavy workout later, I was out of the gym for the evening. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>I could still feel the burn from my latest workout as I made my way into the gym today. Today was going to be a demanding day from me, but I just had to push through to make it work. Resolutions are not easy, they are meant to challenge you. <<picmid "winter/workout-pt.jpg">> As I worked out on that day, I was quickly approached by a man who felt compelled to give me tips on what to do. <<s stranger>>Hey. Not a creep. Just a PT. There's something wrong with your posture. Do you mind if I intervene for a moment?<</s>> He asked, hesitantly approaching me. I was flattered that he'd respect my boundaries like that, and so decided to nod at him. <<s stranger>>See here, your leg needs to get a bit higher and at more of an angle.<</s>> He explained, helping me through the motions. Eventually, we settled into a rhythm where ever so often he'd interject with a tip or trick to make my workout more efficient. I was grateful for his help, but knew I couldn't afford him to keep giving me tips throughout the month. //Maybe I can research more about workouts at the library later, make what I am doing here more beneficial?// <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/winter/insta1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/angela.jpg">''@alinali'': The cutest littlest boy! #instadogs #dogsofinsta</div><<comment "transbabe">>He's so cute!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Who's a good boy?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "The goodest of boys!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "The goodest of boys!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Woof woof!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Woof woof!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> It was nice to spend time on the web and see what people had to share. And obviously, Dogs and cats seem to always get the most attention. <<tutu>>This is Instagram, where you can comment and like other people's pictures and interact with the world. You'll also be able to discover news from the world around you through this space, and even create stuff of your own. All of it is related to the stat on the right named <img src='images/icons/media.png'>MediaSavvy.<</tutu>> <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/winter/insta2.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jerome.jpg">''@alinali'': Love is love meaning black and white make black stronger.</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Cute couple<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>#BLM!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>That's how you do it!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>I can see that becoming mainstream!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Such a beautiful couple!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Such a beautiful couple!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "A colorful future!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "A colorful future!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Time to find me someone to be with like that!">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Time to find me someone to be with like that!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> I couldn't believe people would be sharing something like that to the web. How is that even allowed. Then again, making the right comment is necessary. You cannot openly hate on the web. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/winter/insta3.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/angela.jpg">''@alinali'': Hey can you spot something wrong in this picture?</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I'd simp for you.<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>I'd take you out then eat you out.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>What's wrong is that you don't have my d*^% in your ass girl<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Look at these comments, damn!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Nothing wrong with self-love">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Nothing wrong with self-love">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "What's wrong are these thirsty comments!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "What's wrong are these thirsty comments!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Just as much of an art piece as her company">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Just as much of an art piece as her company">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> It seemed to me that this was what the world looked for on social media... Was this the place for me? I could always just consume and not create anything, right? But that wouldn't help me become more famous and reach my promship goals... Exposing myself like that would be crazy, but her, she had the body for it! <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <</if>>

<<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "The local Library">> <<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The library, in its silent rows and hidden knowledge, welcomed me with open arms. One of the few public spaces of town that are accessible to the public, it is frequented by many who know how to keep calm. And I was one of these people, as I made my way to a secluded corner of the place to bury myself in books, trying to find the best way to spend the afternoon. I could see the effect my studying would have on my grades, but I couldn't help but wonder what else this place had to offer. May be a mission for another time, as I eventually noticed how late it had gotten. <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>>Back at the library, I felt slightly distracted as I struggled with a particularly challenging Physics questions. My eyes wandered as I looked at who was visiting this space. One individual stood to attention, <<light Sasha>>, a relative stranger with whom I shared a few classes. She seemed to be in her natural habitat here. There was rumors surrounding her at school, but it was never proven that she was any different than most girls. And I wasn't going to be one to spread these rumors as they meant nothing much. <<light Eva>>, seeing me distracted, approached my table. <<s Eva>>Back to studying, I see!<</s>> She said, teasing me. This was <<light Eva>>'s favorite place, and it was no surprise to be seeing her there. <<s Author>>Yeah... The physics assignment is particularly nasty.<</s>> I announced, looking at her for guidance. She immediately got to work explaining the contents of this chapter to me. I was lucky to have such a smart friend, despite the burden this mentalism was having on her. In another universe, with her looks, <<light Eva>> would've been a pretty trophy or eye-candy. But she had broken these molds and have made something of herself. At least so far... <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>>As I sat in my corner of the library, today less frequented than usual, I noticed a book a bit out of place on the shelves in front of me. My minimal OCD kicked in as I stood to put it in line with the ones next to it. "The Secret Adventures of Emily Rose" read the title of that book, as I curiously picked it out to check it. The book had a single flower petal on the cover, darkness surrounding it. A light struck it from above, giving it special attention. I turned to look at the back. "When others go back home to rest after their long days of office jobs, they usually go for boring, quick pleasures that are soon forgotten. Emily Rose is not like the rest, her dark secrets beyond anything she ever imagined for herself, taking her deeper and deeper into a more depraved persona. One who fights to reveal itself to her friends and family." My eyes grew wide at this description of the book, at the same time intrigued but disgusted by the naughtiness that seemed to hide inside of the tame covers. Why would anyone write something like that? Why would it be in a public library?? I was quick to put it back in place, not wanting to be seen with it in hand, not even wanting to have anything to do with such a book. What kind of sick place is the world? <<link "Back Home" "Winter Home">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) gte 4>>Oh come on, don't be such a nerd! Try doing something else for once... <<back>> <</if>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>>The next year was spent with no energy left in me. I went through the motions, my grades suffering from my staunch decision not to study anymore. A retaliation, stupidity, or whatever else anyone would like to call it maybe, it was still a decision that I had made and stuck by. I was a failure, and no amount of effort would bring that out of me. And my life slowly turned into more of that failure. I quickly got a job at creamart, the local coffee shop. With every mistake I made, my attention no longer there with what I was doing, <<light Jordan>> grew more exhaspered with me. When he confronted me about it one day, I had a tough decision to make to keep my job. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/1.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/porn/oral/5.mp4' width='70%'/></center> I quickly went from giving him a handjob to giving him all three holes to fuck to using my body to help him cut better deals for the shop. And I felt like I deserved it. After all, my mind had gotten me nowhere in my life, so maybe I was only as good as my body would offer me to be. <<picmid "winter/jordan-fuck.jpg">> One of these days, I was approached by one of these vendors that dealt with the shop, willing to pay me for my services. <<if $open gte 2>><<picmid "winter/leo-arch.jpg">> That deal quickly turned to regular fucks, to selling me to his friends, to being pimped out almost nightly. I made good money, but I didn't care to be smart enough to use that money to expand my own agenda. I spent it almost instantly, and often on worthless things.<<else>>That was where I drew the line, not willing to jeapordize my future for something so meaningless. Whatever future I really had...<</if>> I reached the end of each month with barely enough money to make it through to the next month, stuck in this endless loop of passionless living. Yet I needed to bring some sort of excitement in my life, and I indeed tried to find it in some other places. <<if $athletics gte 2>><<picmid "locations/gym.jpg">> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/twerking.mp4' width='60%'/></center> I spent a lot of my time at the gym, working on my body and improving it to the best of my abilities. The looks I got were quite exciting as they became hungrier with time, and I did find myself in quite a few compromising positions in the shower for a second workout at times. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/cum-face.mp4' width='70%'/></center><</if>> <<if $sexskill gte 2>><<picmid "locations/living-room-day.jpg">><center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/rubbing-bbc.mp4' width='70%'/></center> If there ever was a female gooner, I was her. My struggles with my finances was pushed even further by the fact that my sex toy collection grew way bigger than I had anticipated, finding the most exotic of items to work on my skills in them. It was a true joy losing my days off playing with my young body and bringing myself to multiple orgasms, often at the cost of my sanity. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/cumming1.mp4' width='70%'/></center><</if>> <<if $smarts gte 15>><<picmid "locations/library.jpg">> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/masturbation/library-flashing.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Despite my lack of future in education, I still found comfort at the library, the calmness of the location bringing me to sleep as I continued reading its many books. It was less about learning, and more about filling my time doing something for me. <</if>> <<if $mediasavvy gte 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-bj-selfie.mp4' width='70%'/></center> My social media activity kept growing as I engaged and entertained myself with people's various contents. I eventually became a lesser-known content creator myself, still hoping for my big break but never quite getting it. It was my luck in life after all...<</if>> And things were like that for a long while, my side hustle almost a secret that wasn't to be shared, my friendships gone on the four winds, and my future looking as tame as my present was. I had my fair share of excitement here and there, but nothing that I could advertise about. My life was as simple as my depression had brought it out to be, almost. <<link "Continue" "Winter Bad End">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 2>><div id='waiting'><center><h2>360 days later</h2></center> <<timed 4s>><<replace "#waiting">><<pichead "winter/party-vibes.jpg">> <<s Yara>>Happy New Year!<</s>> <<light Yara>>'s voice ringed in my ear as the party raged on around us. I looked at my friend who had changed quite a bit, her wide smile fitting well with her improved physique. <<pic Peach>>Yara's newest dominant persona.<</pic>> <<s Author>>Yara! Long time no see!<</s>> My friend was looking great, a true image of feminine atheticism and beauty. I was in awe. <<s Yara>>You look pretty nice yourself! I heard you've started working at the local coffee shop?<</s>> She asked, interested in me. <<s Author>>Yeah it's nothing huge.<</s>> I waved her off. <<s Author>>How about you, how's everything been?<</s>> <<s Yara>>Everything's awesome! I'm back for the break but will go to college again in three days. You know, I've been accepted in the track team.<</s>> My friend's announcement was a punch to the gut. I knew she'd find her way to her feet, and if I wasn't so lazy myself, I could've gotten accepted in a sports program... <<s Author>>That's great to hear.<</s>> I half-heartedly said. <<if $Yara gte 3>><<s Yara>>I'll see you around, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She said with a smile that hinted at more before moving away from me.<<else>><<s Yara>>It was nice seeing you, <<print $name>>.<</s>> She dismissed me, looking elsewhere for companionship.<</if>> After the long senior year, <<light Yara>> and I eventually drifted away from one another as we went our seperate ways. Her with her powerful physique found her way to college in a different state, and me with my depressive episode found my way to waitressing at a coffee shop. //Where to now?// <<link "Let's go outside for some fresh air." "Winter Bad End">><</link>> <</replace>><</timed>></div> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 3>><<pichead "winter/party-outside.jpg">> The fresh air flowed with soft winds around me, the noise of the party almost muffled inside of the house I had left behind. I never found out whose house that was, and never cared to know... <<s Eva>>You're here too?<</s>> I turned to look at my friend <<light Eva>>, excited to be reunited with her. <<if $evasmarts lt 20>><<pic Belle>>Eva's new and improved character.<</pic>> <<s Eva>>I can't believe my eyes!<</s>> My old friend exclaimed, rushing to hug me. If it wasn't for small details in her posture and facial expressions, I would never have guessed that that was <<light Eva>>. <<s Author>>Eva is that you?<</s>> I asked flabbergasted. <<s Eva>>Tis Belle now.<</s>> She explained, smiling. <<s Eva>>I'm trying to reinvent myself.<</s>> I looked at her incredulous. <<s Author>>When you didn't get accepted at uni I thought I'd see more of you here.<</s>> I half-stated, before she took the lead in explaining. <<s Eva>>Yeah it's been a decent time since last May. Once I found out that I didn't have a chance at education, I turned my attention to social media.<</s>> She elaborated, <<s Eva>>Got a lot of deals and attention from very influential people, people who knew my parents, and now I've moved out and into one of their apartments.<</s>> <<s Author>>Wow!<</s>> I was almost speechless at her revelations. <<s Eva>>Yeah, it's been amazing. I'm a positive influence on loads of people who want to reimagine themselves, and in the top .01%!<</s>> <<s Author>>Top .01%? What does that mean?<</s>> <<s Eva>>Oh maybe I'll get to explain that to you later tonight. Maybe then you'll make more money than you do as waitress.<</s>> She laughed sweetly before deciding to move away. <<s Eva>>I'll see you around, <<print $name>>. I have places to be and people to meet.<</s>> She dismissed me, walking away from me. My once best friend was now all but a stranger. It seems life has affected her just as hard as it has me... <<else>><<pic Eva>><</pic>> <<s Eva>>Oh I was hoping to see you here!<</s>> My friend exclaimed, hugging me hard. She was just as I last saw her in the beginning of summer, dainty and sweet. <<s Author>>Eva! You look just the same!<</s>> I exclaimed, smiling at my friend as she kept the hug going. <<s Eva>>It's been too long.<</s>> <<s Author>>It has.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Sit, sit, where have you been?<</s>> She asked excitedly as we found out seats on a bench. <<s Author>>Same old same old. Working as a barista, making a decent living.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Honorable. You know I can always talk to my parents-<</s>> <<s Author>>No.<</s>> I cut her off, <<s Author>>I appreciate the help Eva but I gotta go through it alone.<</s>> <<s Eva>>It's unfair that I get to go to college simply because of who my parents know.<</s>> She said, dejected. <<s Eva>>You're just as smart as I am, you should have your shot too.<</s>> In another time, I could've agreed. But I had given up on any chance for more long ago... <<s Author>>It's my luck in life I guess.<</s>> <<s Eva>>No, it isn't. You made your decision.<</s>> <<s Author>>Did I really have a choice? I was doomed from the start of the year.<</s>> <<s Eva>>So was I.<</s>> I kept silent. I didn't want to argue her blindness to nepotism. She had money, I didn't. That was all the difference there was. <<s Eva>>The offer always stands.<</s>> She said calmly, before standing. <<s Author>>And I'm still convicted.<</s>> I answered back, standing as well. She looked at me, nodded, and headed in. I gave a sigh. She wouldn't understand even if she tried. I loved the girl, but she was blind to reality.<</if>> <<s Leo>>Hey there. Long time no see!<</s>> <<link "I turned to look at the newcommer" "Winter Bad End">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 4>><<if $alphabeta gt 0>><<pic Alex>>Leo's newfound masculinity.<</pic>> I turned to look at the man whose voice I heard, coming face to face with a familiar-ish face. <<light Leo>> had changed, and for the better. <<s Author>>Leo?? Is that you?<</s>> I asked, impressed. <<s Leo>>In the flesh girl. You're not so bad-looking yourself!<</s>> His off-hand compliment wasn't even that, yet coming from a man like him, it still brought some rose to my cheeks. I got closer and hugged him, his hand finding its way to my back and holding me firmly. He worked out and it showed. I was undeniably attracted to the man standing right in front of me. <<s Author>>You look amazing!<</s>> I said excitedly. He smiled. <<s Leo>>Thanks. I've been working out.<</s>> He looked around. <<s Leo>>What are you doing out here all alone?<</s>> <<s Author>>I was with Eva.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Oh yeah, she's looking hot too. Who knows, might end the night with her.<</s>> The idea that my once shy friend would talk so openly about something like that made me feel odd. I remained silent. <<s Leo>>Unless you have anything better to offer, who knows. I do miss you and your beautiful energy.<</s>> The man had charm and knew how to use it. I was all but weak in the knees for him. <<s Leo>>I'll see you around.<</s>> He said, already walking away from me, a beautiful vision from the past, improved in its masculinity. <<s Author>>See you.<</s>> I all but shouted back at him, hoping I'd get to see more of him later tonight. //Would I want that?// <<else>><<pic Ella>>Leo's feminine glow.<</pic>> <<s Author>>No way!<</s>> I couldn't believe my eyes in what I saw, barely recognizing my friend in their improved state. <<s Author>>Leo, you look awesome!<</s>> I was all giddy with excitement at this glow-up. <<s Leo>>It's Ella now. I'm trans.<</s>> My friend corrected me, confident in her new identity. <<s Author>>Ella, you look like a fantastic vision of feminine beauty.<</s>> I said, in awe of her. She hugged me. <<s Leo>>Thanks. I didn't know how you would take this.<</s>> There is no other way to take it except with a gaping maw, trying to collect my jaw from the floor. <<s Author>>How long have you...<</s>> <<s Leo>>Far too long. Never had the courage to explore it until last year. I'm on HRT.<</s>> <<s Author>>You look it! These curves are to die for!<</s>> I showered her with compliments, admiring the beautiful person standing in front of me. <center><img src='images/winter/leo-selfie2.jpg' width='50%'></center> She was a beauty, and I loved that image I saw. <<s Leo>>Hope to see you around. I have a few more people to meet and impress.<</s>> //Won't be hard!// I thought to myself. Someone has had a real glow up, in opposition of where I was in life. What a failure I had become...<</if>> <<link "Let's go back inside" "Winter Bad End">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 5>><<pic Jasmin>><</pic>> <<s Jasmin>><<print $name>>! My beautiful I knew you'd be here!<</s>> <<light Jasmin>> shouted as she saw me walk back into the party, <<light Jerome>> hugging her from behind, openly grinding against her. <<s Author>>Jas! A pleasure!<</s>> I said to her, moving close. She hugged me, her old partner still behind her and hugging her into a sandwich. <<s Author>>You two are back together?<</s>> I teased, thinking they'd called it off last time I saw them <<s Jasmin>>No silly, he's just fucking me tonight.<</s>> She said excitedly, almost sluttily. I was stunned. <<s Jasmin>>I may have had my fill of Nigeria, but I'll never have enough of black cock!<</s>> My old friend blatantly said. <<s Author>>Wait, are you serious?<</s>> <<s Jasmin>>I'll tell you all about it later tonight. Dead serious. Maybe you'd even want to join us two for tonight, I can introduce you to the joys of BBC.<</s>> My friend had grown too straightforward after her trip to Africa where she'd spent the last 6 months in community service. Blatant in her offer, she smiled at me naughtily before turning back towards her lover, kissing him straight on his mouth as his hands groped her ass. //Was I just invited to a threesome by her?// The excitement of the night grew into a crescendo as the clock counted down to midnight. <<link "Let the countdown begin" "Winter Bad End">><</link>> <<elseif visited(passage()) is 6>><<pichead "winter/partydj.jpg">> There was a palpable excitement in the air as we prepared ourselves for the countdown, all my old friends collected in this place with other people I barely recognized, probably other seniors I must've forgotten about. The clock slowly started counting down, fast approaching the new year and the exciting prospect of what was to come next. <<s Yara>>10... 9... 8...<</s>> My friends around me were bubbling with excitement. <<s Leo>>Who are you kissing at midnight?<</s>> My close friend <<if $alphabeta gt 0>><<light Leo>><<else>><<light Ella>><</if>> asked me teasingly. <<s Eva>>5... 4... 3...<</s>> The question struck with me. Who did I feel closest to? Who was my favorite there? Who did I miss most and wanted to show my love to? <<s Author>>2... 1...<</s>> The new year approached, and with it, new opportunities for change. It was to be the most important year of our lives... //Who to kiss?// <div id='kiss'><center><<if $Yara gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/character/peach.jpg' width='100px' title='Yara'>">><<add "Yara" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss1.jpg">> Finding <<light Yara>>'s lips with my own, I give her my midnight kiss, softly brushing against her as I moved my body in rhythm with hers. She was quick to take control of it though, as she kissed me back with passion, before moving away for a bit. <<s Yara>>I'm fucking you tonight. Come.<</s>> She all but ordered, her hand grasping mine and taking me away. <<if $subdom lte 0>><<link "Winter Ending - Yara's local plaything" "WE Yara Sub">><</link>><<else>><<link "Winter Ending - Yara's local fling" "WE Yara Dom">><</link>><</if>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/peach.jpg' width='100px' title='Yara' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<if $Eva gte 3 and $evasmarts lt 20>><<link "<img src='images/character/belle.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva'>">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> Despite our latest interaction, I couldn't stay mad at my friend for long, and so moved up to her as the clock struck midnight. <<light Eva>>'s soft lips pressed against mine as I gave her that sweet kiss I knew she'd appreciate, her body pressing against mine as she took my kisses in stride. As I separated from her body, I could see her heavy breathing and obvious excitement. <<s Eva>>I knew you'd fall right back in my arms.<</s>> She whispered to me, breathing heavily. <<s Eva>>Come, let's take this somewhere private.<</s>> <<link "Winter Ending - Eva's Bimbo Influencer" "WE Eva Bimbo">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $Eva gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva'>">><<add "Eva" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> Despite our latest interaction, I couldn't stay mad at my friend for long, and so moved up to her as the clock struck midnight. <<light Eva>>'s soft lips pressed against mine as I gave her that sweet kiss I knew she'd appreciate, her body pressing against mine as she took my kisses in stride. As I separated from her body, I could see her heavy breathing and obvious excitement. <<s Eva>>I never thought the day would come.<</s>> She whispered to me, breathing heavily. <<s Eva>>Come, let's take this somewhere private.<</s>> <<link "Winter Ending - Eva's Lesbian Secret" "WE Eva Lesbo">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $evasmarts lt 20>><<dark "<img src='images/character/belle.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' title='Eva' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<if $Leo gte 3 and $alphabeta gt 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Leo'>">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss1.jpg">> The hardened man might've been stunned when I kissed him first, but he quickly took charge as he wrapped his arm around me and took me in closer to him. Our kisses grew passionate as he took control of the interaction more and more. Moving away from one another, he smiled as he spoke: <<s Leo>>You're hot, <<print $name>>. Care to join me upstairs?<</s>> I nodded at him as he grabbed my hand and took me away. <<link "Winter Ending - Leo's Latest Conquest" "WE Leo Alpha">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 3 and $alphabeta lte 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/ella.jpg' width='100px' title='Ella'>">><<add "Leo" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> The soft girl had lips that were just as soft. As I brushed up against <<light Leo>> to kiss her for our midnight party, I found her receptive to my advantages, eager to please and be pleased. Her soft lips pressed against mine, her breathing caught as we shared our lovely kiss. Moving away from one another, she smiled as she spoke: <<s Leo>>You're my inspiration, <<print $name>>. Can I thank you properly?<</s>> I nodded at her as she grabbed my hand and took me away. <<link "Winter Ending - Leo's Loving Partner" "WE Leo Beta">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $alphabeta lte 0>><<dark "<img src='images/character/ella.jpg' width='100px' title='Ella' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' title='Leo' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<if $Jasmin gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Jasmin'>">><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<replace "#kiss">><<picmid "winter/kiss2.jpg">> As I moved towards my friend, eagerly and passionately kissing her newest partner, she didn't give me too much attention, lost in the passion provided by her black lover. He noticed me, and separated from my friend, then grabbed me by the waist. <<s Jerome>>Looks like we have a third.<</s>> He announced to <<light Jasmin>>, pulling me in to kiss me straight on the lips. I kissed him back, not caring about the image we provided to other party-goers anymore. I was already a lost cause, why not go all in? <<s Jasmin>>Good girl.<</s>> My friend whispered in my ear, enticing me to go further in my passionate interaction with the dominant man. <<s Jerome>>Let's take this initiation elsewhere. You're about to get blacked, girl.<</s>> <<link "Winter End - Jasmin's Snowbunny Project" "WE Jasmin">><</link>><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' title='Jasmin' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Not close enough">><</if>> <<link "<img src='images/character/sm/adaccount.png' width='100px' title='Anyone Else'>">><<replace "#kiss">> I had reached the furthest low I could, seeing how all my friends have moved on for better venues except for me. And it hurt me badly as I thought to all the implications of such a revelation. Drink after drink went down the hatch as I got drunker with time, the party growing hazy in my mind. Eventually, I got approached by a perfect stranger. <<if $subdom lte 0 and $bisex gte 1 and $bbcworld gte 1 and $open gte 1>><<pic Thomia>>An enigmatic, handsome stranger<</pic>> <<s Thomia>>Not the night you expected, yeah?<</s>> Their voice barely registered in my mind. I nodded. <<s Thomia>>We could do something about that, if you want.<</s>> The man suggested, his body close against mine. I leaned into him, and nodded. <<s Thomia>>I'm about to change your life, girl.<</s>> He announced. I smiled at him. <<s Author>>My life needs changing.<</s>> <<s Thomia>>Come, let's start it together.<</s>> He said in a sinister way, taking me away. <<dark "Winter End - Thomia's Newest Recruit" "Will be available in Version 1.0.0">> <<elseif $bisex gte 1 and $bbcworld gte 1>><<pic Ellis>>A non-binary hottie<</pic>> <<s Ellis>>Not the night you expected, right?<</s>> The person standing in front of me spoke in a small whisper, dangerously close. They looked so cool, an undeniably charismatic presence in this backwards place. <<s Author>>Not really.<</s>> I looked them up and down as they did me. <<s Ellis>>Ellis. They/them.<</s>> They introduced themselves. <<s Author>><<print $name>>. She/her.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>And hopefully soon mine.<</s>> They flirted blatantly. In my drunken state, I shyly smiled. They moved close, their hand hooking behind me. <<s Ellis>>Couldn't help but see you had no midnight kiss.<</s>> <<s Author>>Can't help it.<</s>> <<s Ellis>>Maybe we can.<</s>> They looked at my lips, their intentions clear. I parted them only slightly. They leaned in and placed their mouth firmly on mine. I reciprocated. <<s Ellis>>Come, let's make this a night to remember.<</s>> They led me away. <<link "Winter End - Ellis' One Night Stand" "WE Ellis">><</link>> <<elseif $bbcworld gte 1 and $subdom lte 0>><<pic Samuel>><</pic>> <<s Samuel>>Hey sexy. You look lonely.<</s>> The obscure man stated, smiling as he took me in. <<s Author>>Hello yourself!<</s>> Moments later, we were looking for a room to end the night in each other's arms. <<link "Winter End - Samuel's newest toy" "WE Samuel">><</link>> <<elseif $bisex gte 1>><<pic Ria>>A charismatic woman<</pic>> <<s Ria>>You're not the only one that got hurt.<</s>> The stranger spoke, drowning her sorrows with drinks of her own. <<s Author>>Your life is in shambles too?<</s>> I asked, almost challenging her for a sob match. She smiled wide. <<s Ria>>You have no idea.<</s>> <<s Author>>Let's cry together then?<</s>> She looked me up and down, before taking a decision. <<s Ria>>How about we do more than that?<</s>> <<link "Winter End - Ria's Rebound" "WE Ria">><</link>> <<else>><<pic Eric>><</pic>> <<s Eric>><<print $name>>? Is that you?<</s>> I looked at the stranger. In my inebriated state, I had no idea who I was looking at. <<s Eric>>It's me, Eric. Remember, from middle school?<</s>> He re-introduced himself. <<s Author>>Oh Eric, hi!<</s>> I had no idea who I was talking to. <<s Eric>>It's so good to see you, you look amazing!<</s>> I tried to control my sense, get a good look at the person standing in front of me. He was pretty cute. <<s Author>>You're not so bad looking yourself.<</s>> I was drunk and horny, and so started flirting with him, draping my hand around him as I started dancing against him. He took a moment to get into it, and eventually joined me in my sultry dance. <<s Author>>Let's take this elsewhere.<</s>> I flirtily said, grabbing his hand and taking him away. <<link "Winter End - Eric's Disappointment" "WE Eric">><</link>> <</if>><</replace>><</link>></center></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "valentine/yara-kiss.jpg">>Our heated kissing carried over to the room upstairs, where our bodies kept grinding against one another with needy anticipation. The passion that spilled over was intense, and needed quenching. And I loved that feeling, a blast from the past blasting me with her fingers, spreading my pussy lips as she played with me like a fiddle. <<picmid "valentine/yara-fingering.jpg">> <<s Yara>>You like that?<</s>> She said sweetly as she kissed my neck, my back arhced trying to get more of her in me. <<s Author>>Yess!<</s>> I said in a breathless whisper, enjoying the sensations. <<s Yara>>Always knew you were a lesbo sub.<</s>> She said, her words hurting yet giving me a weird jolt of pleasure. <<s Author>>And you a dominant athlete.<</s>> <<s Yara>>Who's about to dominate you.<</s>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbo-licking.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<light Yara>> was an expert at what she did. Whether or not she had found other subs to practice on in her time out of state, or whether she had the natural ability in her all along, I don't know. All I know is that night was one of the best of my life. I was hers for the taking and she took and took until I had nothing left to give. And I lived in that moment for years, anticipating her return every season and year, offering myself to her every time she visited, needing her attention and care. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbian-worship.mp4' width='70%'/></center> And she'd remind me of why I was hooked on her, this magnificent person with a powerful personality that knew all too well what was needed to keep me subdued. A toy here, a gift there, paying for my dinner like a gentlewoman... To then degrade me behind closed doors and put me in such delectable shame that I couldn't hold my ground in face of the insults. My life was a ruin, but at least I was <<light Yara>>'s little plaything while she made it back home. Until she moved on from me and I wasn't anymore, leaving me to look for another dominant, for another powerful lady with character to take control of me. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. And most definitely, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<pichead "valentine/lesbiankiss.jpg">> Our bodies pressed hard against one another as we made our way to a secluded room upstairs, our bodies entertwined with one anothers as we explored each other with wanton desire. Her fingers found their way to my breasts as mine snuck inside her panties searching for any hidden treasure there. <<s Author>>I've wanted to do this for so long.<</s>> <<s Yara>>I've wanted to do you ever since I knew I was into girls.<</s>> <<s Author>>I am so into you.<</s>> Our heated passionate kisses were only broken by words of praise as we went back and forth complimenting the other person. <<picmid "valentine/yara-fingering.jpg">> Our lovemaking took us through the night, two heated lesbian lovers in need of each other's bodies, finally breaking the barrier that once was and admitting to themselves they needed to sleep with the other. <<light Yara>> had a dominant streak, but even if I was a broken down version of myself, I knew my worth in bed and stood on equal grounds with my lover, offering a beautiful challenge to her domination that she appreciated even more. <<picmid "valentine/lesbian-fingering.jpg">> That night might've been one of the best of my life, and so was the one after that and the one in the summer after and the one before New Year's Eve a year after and... I anticipated her return at every season, flowing into her arms every time she came back for moments of beautiful bliss. Two lesbian lovers which time tried to separate but nonetheless continued finding one another across seasons for some intense and heated fuck sessions. Strapons, vibrators, handcuffs... All kinds of toys found their way into the bedroom for our moments of passion, all the way until she found someone else to be a more permanent partner, another athlete that was just as successful as she was. And I was left behind once more, trying to find someone to call home, a lesbian lover to give me the thrill <<light Yara>> once did. I never did. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. And most definitely, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<light Eva>>'s improved character was amazing, a true seductress who knew how to make others feel good. As she went down on me in that upstairs bedroom, her lips pressed against my lower ones and her expert tongue flicking against my clit, I cried out in passion, unable to muffle my needy moans. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbo-licking.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<s Eva>>You like that?<</s>> <<s Author>>Eva... You're amazing!<</s>> I said in between heaving moans. <<s Eva>>I know.<</s>> She smiled, <<s Eva>>And soon you'll be too.<</s>> After bringing out a mind-shattering orgasm out from me, <<light Eva>> brought me to my knees in front of her and pressed my face against her wet snatch, leading me as she commanded my actions, bringing out the slut in me as she expertly brought out more and more from me. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbian-worship.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<s Eva>>That's it, slut. We'll bring out your true colors soon enough...<</s>> That was an ominous statement that I should've given more attention to, but the taste of her delectable pussy lips and the naughty need to make her enjoy her time with me made me moan in acceptance. That night was a naughty night of debauchery, one of the best if not the best of my life. And <<light Eva>> seemed to know it. <<s Eva>>Come, we're giving you a makeover.<</s>> The next day and whole upcoming week, I spent almost all of my time with her, as she slowly turned me into a hornier, more bimbofied version of myself. <<picmid "valentine/cocaine-energy.jpg">> <<s Eva>>You gotta try this.<</s>> She said as we stood in a bathroom at a nightclub one of these nights, already spreading the drugs she'd brought along with her as she lined the white powder down. <<s Author>>You do drugs now?<</s>> I asked, startled by the revelation. At one time, her brother died of an overdose, and her parents became the most strict people in the world. And now here she was going down that same path... And here I was joining her. <<s Eva>>Don't you want some thrill in your life? Some mindless passion?<</s>> She whispered in my ear, her fingers firmly placed on the inside of my panties, playing with my wet folds. I could only nod. <<s Eva>>It's safe. And it's befitting of people like us.<</s>> //People like us.// Once top of their classes, now two bimbos in the bathroom of a nightclub doing drugs. I inhaled the substance, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through me as I coughed. <<s Eva>>You'll get used to it.<</s>> <<picmid "valentine/dancing.jpg">> The week was spent like that, absolutely disgusting whores with not chance for a bright future. But the future was bright, colors flowing around my ehad as I kept using these drugs, as <<light Eva>> introduced me to her benefactors, and as she groomed me to be a copy of hers, another whore for hire. And another top .01% on the naughty website she mentioned that fateful new year's eve. We even had some sessions together, teasing our common fans, two bright-eyed students now the top whores on the planet. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/eva-friend-camshow.mp4' width='70%'/></center> And I loved it. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. I was a broken down shell of what I once was, and I loved it. And most definitely, although I was treated at times like a queen but much more often like a two-cent whore (and loved it), I knew I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<s Eva>>Are you sure the door is closed?<</s>> My friend said in a whisper, somewhat afraid. <<s Author>>I'm sure. Don't worry.<</s>> She wanted to keep this a secret, and I wanted to make my lvoer for the night feel comfortable. And I did, kissing her all over and giving her the loving she deserved, her body reciprocating in anticipation as I epertly played with her curves and enjoyed her naughty body against mine. <<picmid "valentine/eva-fingering.jpg">> Our lovemaking took us well through the night, our nude bodies enjoying one another as we played with each other. And I hoped she loved it as much as I did. The answer came the next year when she asked for a repeat of what happeed that night. A secret passion between two best-friends turned lovers, our relationship bloomed in the shadows and across different seasons. Until one day where she came back home with a new man, a boyfriend turned fiance. That night of introduction ended with us two back in bed together, naked under the covers. <<picmid "valentine/lesbiankiss.jpg">> <<s Author>>Are you really going to go through with this?<</s>> <<s Eva>>My parents like him, and he's good-looking.<</s>> She explained, or rather excused herself. <<s Author>>But you don't love him.<</s>> She turned to look at me. <<s Eva>>I don't. But I don't have a choice.<</s>> That was the last time we engaged in our nocturnal activities. Their wedding was beautiful, and I did find myself a handsome groom to fuck, who later turned out to be the man's brother. <<picmid "valentine/straight-penetration.jpg">> There was an irony there that I didn't quite know how to reach or appreciate... We drifted apart, and it wasn't until years later through gossip and news outlets that I discovered that <<light Eva>> had requested for a divorce from him, unable to continue wearing her mask anymore. Disowned by her parents, she turned to a lesbian lover, who took her under her wing. A wealthy woman with the power to help her, unlike me. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. And most definitely, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<pichead "valentine/leo-kiss-seduction.jpg">> The naughty feminized version of my friend kissed me back as I carried her to a room upstairs, a toy in my hands as I kissed her with wanton abandon. <<s Author>>You look so hot.<</s>> I complimented my friend. <<s Leo>>I'm lucky to be here with you.<</s>> She smiled back, kissing me passionately. I got her on the bed, and slowly removed the sexy jeans she wore. <<picmid "winter/leo-panties.jpg">> She wore panties underneath. <<s Author>>Panties. I love it.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Girl I'm taking HRT. Panties is the least I'd do.<</s>> She said, removing them and raising her legs to show the buttplug nudged in her ass. <<s Author>>Sexy.<</s>> I said, bofre moving in to continue kissing her, her legs wrapping around me. That was my first time kissing a trans girl, and <<light Ella>> was perfect. <<picmid "winter/leo-scene1.jpg">> <<picmid "winter/leo-scene2.jpg">> Our night of passion was beautiful, erotically filled with the sexiest activities that left us panting in sexy breaths of passion. And it was one of the best nights of my life. The one after that too. And the one after. A couple weeks later, <<light Ella>> announced that she'd be coming back home indefinitely. And She came back to my home. We moved in together, a lesbian couple in the throes of passion. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/panties-rubbing.mp4' width='70%'/></center> <<light Ella>> and I spent the coming few years together, enjoying one another's company and cuddling in bed on the nightly. Her supple body turned more and more feminine every day. And it was a joy helping her in her feminization journey. Our bodies needed one another more and more. While she was reluctant to use her little penis for anything more than rubbing, a nice strap-on was all we needed for nights of beautiful passion, trading places regularly. <<picmid "winter/leo-scene3.jpg">> My feminine friend was now my feminine lover, and I was glad to have her in my arms. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. All I deserved was my lesbian lover and future wife. Though I do have to admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''. Maybe she did.

His hands were all over my ass before we even made it to our room, playing with it and spreading my cheeks to explore more. And I leaned back into him, eagerly accepting his teasing motions as his finger played with me expertly. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/leo-rimming.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Making our way inside, he quickly had me on all fours on the bed, ass in the air as he ate me out from behind, his hands grabbing at my needy tits and kneeding them. I moaned out as he took control of my body so expertly. <<s Author>>Gosh you're so good at this!<</s>> <<s Leo>>I know.<</s>> He said confidently in between expert licks, one of his hands having made its way to my entrance and his fingers drifting in, preparing me for what came next. <<picmid "valentine/straight-penetration.jpg">> And what came next was his hard cock, decent in size, spreading my pussy lips to make itself at home, as he fucked me on all four like a bitch in heat. And in that moment, that's what I was. <<s Leo>>That's a good arch you're showing me.<</s>> He complimented me with a spank on my ass, still drilling in and out in beautiful motions. <<picmid "valentine/leo-arch.jpg">> <<s Author>>And that's a good cock you've got there.<</s>> I moaned back, pushing against him. He fucked me harder. <<s Leo>>Motion of the ocean. I've heard that compliment before.<</s>> He was confident in the way he spoke, the way he acted. Long gone was the butterfly that stood on the sidelines. This guy fucked hard, and was turning me into a puppet in his hands. And I loved every second of it. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/whitelicking.mp4' width='70%'/></center> The next day, it was like nothing happened. When I reached out to him to see if he wanted a repeat, he turned me down expertly, claiming to be busy. I saw him at the mall with <<light Eva>>, and shortly thereafter found out they had been banned from there for fucking in the bathrooms. The man fucked and slutted his way through quite a lot of us, even a few of the men that were seniors with us at high school. As for me, I remained just a number under his belt, a conquest for the night and nothing more. And I was sort of happy with it. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj2.jpg">> The aggressive man had us kneeling in front of him in no time, tits out, blowing his rod, as we had found ourselves to a room upstairs. And <<light Jasmin>> guided me through the motions, blowing the confident man with naked ambition, her hand against the back of my head as she impaled me further and further on the magestic cock in front of me. The hard balck cock felt amazing drifting back and forth in my mouth, knocking at the back of my throat and demanding more of me by the second. <<pichead "clubs/human-rights-club/both-bj.jpg" "Double the lips, double the fun">> <<s Jasmin>>You have a lot to learn. Let me show you how to do this.<</s>> She said, pushing me back to deepthroat the big cock in front of her. I watched in rapt attention as she took him in, before he carried her over to the bed and had her spread her legs for him as she laid on her back. And fucked her deep and hard, her small body engulfed by his dominant one, moaning in beautiful satisfaction and appreciating his drilling motions. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-penetration.mp4' width='70%'/></center> And I felt jealous, all the way till he commanded me to find my place next to her. I didn't need to be told twice, as I rushed to lay down and grabbed my legs, spreading myself wide in anticipation of his cock. The cock that laid bare on my belly, threatening entry. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbcvirginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> And making right by that threat, drifting inside, stretching me to accomodate the dominant man in front of me. <<s Jasmin>>That's it. Accept your place as a slut for black cock.<</s>> Her whispers brought beautiful chills down my spine as I moaned out in acceptance, his cock spreading me wide to welcome his dominant cock. And I loved it. And I was hooked. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-worship-bj.mp4' width='70%'/></center> The next few days, we fucked every night, the third night being joined by one of his friend, and the fifth by 5 of them. And eventually, that's what my life turned into for a while: orgy after the other, getting fucked and turned out by dominant black men alongside my friend. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-hardfuck.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Her father disowned her after he found us engaged in a huge orgy in his living room, and I could swear for a moment I saw the shape of a hard little penis in his pants as he saw his daughter get railed from both sides by dominant black men. She moved in with me, and we were quickly turned into white sluts for black cock. The cherry on top came with a positive pregnancy test, confirming that I was carrying one of their babies. The father was unknown, but all I knew was that this pregnancy would serve the movement. And I was thrilled by it. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-pregnancy.mp4' width='70%'/></center> That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/tasty-pussy.mp4' width='70%'/></center> The charismatic man had me kneeling in front of him in no time, servicing his cock with passion as I lost myself in his arms. His control over me was undeniable, as he took over the encounter quickly, leading the charge. He soon thereafter had me kneeling on all fours on the bed, spanking my ass without remorse. <<s Samuel>>Whose ass is this?<</s>> <<s Author>>Yours!<</s>> I cried out, desperately needing to be dicked down by him. He gave me one more spank, controlling my body with slaps that brought out needy moas from my mouth. <<s Samuel>>You better remember that after I'm finished with you.<</s>> He said dismissively as he lined up his cock with my pussy. <<s Samuel>>Beg for it.<</s>> <<s Author>>Please! I need you in me!<</s>> <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-virginity.mp4' width='70%'/></center> He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and I loved every second of it. I felt like a lowly slut, and I truly believed these naughty thoughts and emotions that rushed through me, dismissing my worth at the end of him dominant cock. He continued plowing my pussy, eventually moving to my ass. <<s Samuel>>You're a three hole whore for me tonight.<</s>> He announced, pushing in my rectum, someplace unexplored before today. I truly was turned out that night, a night I will remember forever, and a kind of experience I became hooked to. <<picmid "winter/park-bentover.jpg">> He enjoyed me a few nights after that, playing with my body like a toy and with my emotions like a string instrument. And I gave him more and more. Until he passed me to another black dominant man who fucked me just as hard, a worthless whore only good for fucking. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/bbc-foursome.mp4' width='70%'/></center> And I absolutely loved it. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/tasty-pussy.mp4' width='70%'/></center> Teasing him with my naked pussy right in his face, I had no idea of the face my fling was making, as I moved my hips from side to side in front of him. <<s Author>>Lick me, stud.<</s>> Moments later, he obliged, his lips finding mine as he licked away at my pussy. He was inexperienced, but I didn't care because so was I. Drunk out of my mind, I enjoyed what he offered. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/leo-rimming.mp4' width='70%'/></center> I moved my pussy low, pushing his to rim my ass. He went for it. <<s Eric>>I always wanted to do this with you.<</s>> <<s Author>>Me too.<</s>> I lied through my teeth, not caring who was behind me and only caring for release. <<s Eric>>Really?<</s>> He dumbly asked. <<s Author>>Keep licking.<</s>> I ordered, pushing myself against him. He followed my command, licking away. I moaned fot a bit, and he seemed to like the effect he was having on me. <<s Author>>Fuck me.<</s>> I moaned. He paused. <<s Eric>>Are you sure?<</s>> <<s Author>>It's your only chance ever.<</s>> He seemed to give it a serious thought, not knowing if he was crossing a line in my current inebriated state. <<s Author>>Are you going to do it or should I find someone else, pussy?<</s>> <<picmid "winter/leo-arch.jpg">> His penis found its way to my pussy, immediately going in. He was in a rush not to lose his chance, and I appreciated that. It was the only thing to be appreciated. He lacked the experience, and my drunken state didn't allow for any correct motions. I gave up. <<s Author>>Let me suck you off.<</s>> I said as I turned to play with his penis. His size was acceptable, he just didn't know how to use it. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/eric-handjob.mp4' width='70%'/></center> I started stroking his penis, immediately receiving moans from him. In my excitement hearing his groans and moans of appreciation, I kept going. And he kept making these beautiful sounds. <<s Eric>>Oh my god, I'm gonna cum.<</s>> <<s Author>>Do it.<</s>> It was like he was waiting for permission, covering my face with his naughty sperm, groaning out as he came all over me. <<s Author>>You've always wanted this, right?<</s>> I asked with a tease. <<s Eric>>Yes.<</s>> He admitted, looking at me shyly. <<s Author>>And you've always wanted to kiss me?<</s>> He looked at me incredulous. My face and lips were filled with sperm. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/cumkiss.mp4' width='70%'/></center> That night was the last time I saw him. When I reached out online to ask him if he wants to meet me again... He just denied me. His childhood crush was a shell of her former self. I had stooped so low that I wanted to get back with him, and he denied me. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<pichead "valentine/yara-kiss.jpg">> <<s Ria>>I've never kissed a girl before.<</s>> The girl between my arms admitted in between kisses. <<s Author>>I'm thrilled to be your first.<</s>> I announced, my arms wrapping around her with passion as I leaned in for another kiss. <<s Ria>>I love it.<</s>> She admitted. <<picmid "valentine/yara-fingering.jpg">> As our playful kisses turned to passionate open-mouthed battles of will, I laid by her side, spreading her legs and getting to work on her pussy, pushing against her folds. <<s Author>>It's okay to moan.<</s>> I said as I looked at her squirming beneath me. As if a dam breaking, she startd voicing her appreciation of my manual work, her body even reacting as she arched to meet my probing fingers. I lowered myself as I gave her kisses across the body, my motion bringing me down to her needy snatch. <<picmid "valentine/cunt-licking.jpg">> Her moans rose a few levels as she appreciated my movement, lips on lips trying to bring out pleasure in the other person. And I smiled to myself knowing full well I had her right where I needed her. And Where I needed her was cumming on my face. Which she did. Repeatedly. And then I had her reciprocate the movement, almost riding her face as she started feeding on my wet pussy. <center><video loop autoplay src='images/winter/lesbo-licking.mp4' width='70%'/></center> That night was a beautiful ngiht of passioante love-making, and the last one I had for a long while. I neer had the chance to be with someone else anytime soon thereafter, finding out I was nothing more thatn a rebound, a toy for someone to get over the person they truly loved. And in all honesty, I couldn't believe I ever thought I could be worth anything more than a plaything used to get over better, more worthy people. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

<<pichead "winter/ellis1.jpg">> They had me naked and vulnerable under their touch in no time, kissing me hard on the lips as I panted under their agile fingers, playing with my body like a toy, a fiddle for them to make music with, moans ringing out passionately as I enjoyed their expert touch. <<s Ellis>>That's it, moan for you you beautiful girl.<</s>> They praised me, laughing almost as I moaned out. <<s Ellis>>It's obvious you've never been with a non-binary person.<</s>> They said, snickering. <<s Ellis>>We bring passion like no other.<</s>> Their confidence rubbed off on me in a good way, as I moaned out in between kisses. Soon, their finger was exploring my folds, rubbing me in all the right ways. <<picmid "winter/ellis2.jpg">> I opened my mouth, trying to kiss them back as I got played with, toyed so expertly. <<s Ellis>>Let's have a taste of these beautiful lips.<</s>> They announced, their body moving against mine as I felt them place kisses all over my sensitive areas, my body arching for their touch. When they reached my pussy, which I puched up in anticipation, they paused, looking up at me. <<s Ellis>>Ready for my lips, you naughty girl? Beg.<</s>> I had no filter anymore. I begged wantonly. <<s Author>>Please! Please I'm all yours!<</s>> I called out while moaning, their hands drifting across my body and enticing me more. <<picmid "winter/ellis3.jpg">> Their mouth attacked my pussy, bringing jolts of delectable pleasure across my body. Their expert tonguing betraying years of experience, their controlling licks tasting all the horny juices that flowed from me. I moaned loud, not caring if anyone heard, as I came all over their face. And then it was my turn to return the favor, as she went up to ride my face, a toy at her disposal, eagerly wanting to pay back what it had received. And I licked, enjoying this feeling of bisexual love, enjoying their body against mine, their hard muscles and soft curves, this beautiful mix of masculinity and femininity that was neither and both at the same time. I enjoyed serving this superior being, who knew not to be confined by rules of gender. <<picmid "winter/ellis4.jpg">> That night was one of the best I ever had, a one night stand to remember and only hope for. My life would never live up to the sentiments I felt that night, a magical event that gave me hope for but a moment before it stole it away the next day as I coudln't find a way to contact the non-binary deity I had met. That was my life, that was my fate. And deep down, I felt I deserved not one bit more. Not fame, not a chance at education, not grades or a better life. I have to even admit, I never deserved even the chance of ''Becoming Prom Queen''.

You have now finished the Winter Break, and are ready to get back to school. Time for you to face the semester and the challenges it brings, work on making the right choice to improve your royal character to become the one and only ''Prom Queen''! <<tutu>>A few tips before I leave you! Make sure to always make it to class, or else your grade will be affected and you'll miss out on influencing scenes. Keep an eye on the friendships to the right. There are scenes that can only be unlocked by opening it and triggering them by clicking on the blue "☐". Your stats are important in unlocking scenes and options for yourselves, so make sure to go all in on a specifi gameplay to get the most of it! (Be super sub, be super dom for deeper scenes) There is no one way to win the game. And there is no winning the game in the current state of development. You might become the prom slut, and that'd still be an accomplishment. And above all, enjoy the game. Imagine, and be taken in the action happening. Try, fail, repeat <3<</tutu>>

<center><img src="images/locations/gym.jpg" width="100%"><div id="Gym"><<include "Gym Random Events">><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Do something here" "It is too late for that">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Wait Around" "Gym">><<addtime>><</link>> | <<if $workoutweek is false>><<link "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout">><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><<add "athletics" 2>><<replace "#Gym">><<include "Gym Workouts">><</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout" "I already worked out today">><</if>><<if $leoworkout gte 16 and $day is 7 and $workoutweek is false>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Leo❗" "Leoworkout">><<addtime>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>><<elseif $leoworkout gte 16 and $day is 7 and $workoutweek is true>> | <<dark "Workout with Leo" "Already done this">><<elseif $evaworkout is true and $workoutweek is false>> | <<if $day is 3 or $day is 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Work out with Eva❗" "Evaworkout">><<addtime>><<add "athletics" 2>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Eva " "Eva is at the gym on Wednesdays only">><</if>><<elseif $evaworkout is true and $workoutweek is true>> | <<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Eva" "I already worked out today">><<elseif $leoworkout is 15 and $day is 3>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Someone new is here" "Evaworkout">><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "leoworkout" 1>><</link>><<elseif $leoworkout gt 0 and $workoutweek is false>> | <<if $day is 3 or $day is 7>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'><img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Leo❗" "Leoworkout">><<addtime>><<set $visitedgym to true>><<set $workoutweek to true>><<add "athletics" 2>><</link>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Leo" "Leo is at the gym on Wednesdays and Sundays only">><</if>><<elseif $Leo gte 30 and $leoevent is 2 and $workoutweek is true>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Leo's still here" "Leo Event 3">><<add "leoevent" 1>><<add "Leo" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $Leo gte 50 and $leoevent is 4 and $workoutweek is true and $day is 7>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Leo is still here" "Leo Event 5">><<addtime>><<add "leoevent" 1>><</link>>.<<elseif $leoworkout > 0 and $workoutweek is true>> | <<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>Workout with Leo" "I already worked out today">><<else>> | <<dark "Locked Option" "I could maybe reach out to Leo about working out together?">><</if>><</if>></div> </center>

<<if $athletics gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics1") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics1" 1>><<vid "workout/athletics10.mp4">>As I move to the lockers at the end of my workout, I feel out my ass to look for any improvements. There is a marginal bump there that didn't exist a few days ago, though I do know I am far from reaching my fitness goals. Despite that, I can feel myself performing better than before. My focus returns, wanting to do better and better each time. <center><<link "Stay here" "Gym">><</link>></center><<elseif $athletics gte 20 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics2") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics2" 1>><<vid "workout/athletics20.mp4">>While stretching ahead of my workout today, I notice that I've grown more flexible, and moves that I was not able to make but weeks ago I now can at least attempt a bit easier. Yes, I still stumble, but I am sure to be on the right track as time goes by. I smile to myself at the newest development. <center><<link "Stay here" "Gym">><</link>></center><<elseif $athletics gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics3") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics3" 1>><<vid "workout/athletics30.mp4">>In my workout today, I am approached by a girl who shyly asks for guidance on what to do. <<s stranger>>Sorry to be bothering, but you seem to know what to do and... You look the type. Can you please help me?<</s>> This odd request from a complete stranger (which I obviously fulfilled) brings with it the realization that my recent physical improvements are showing more and more. Beyond the adrenaline of the workout, I find joy in this simple interaction. <center><<link "Stay here" "Gym">><</link>></center><<elseif $athletics gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics4") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Athletics4" 1>><<vid "workout/athletics40.mp4">>There was no denying that I had improved a lot, physically, since I first started coming here to work out. My physical capabilities have grown, but also the amount of glances I've been collecting have been multiplied tenfold. One of the guys that usually frequent the gym has been a bit too eager to see me workout lately though... <div id='choicegym'><<link "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>Let him watch">><<add "open" 2>><<replace "#choicegym">>Flaunting my body even more as I notice him looking at me, I allow myself to be even more on display as I push my newly improved body to the limit. I can see the positive effect that has on him, as his boner prevents him from truly working out.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/close.png'>Call him out">><<less "open" 1>><<replace "#choicegym">>Not wanting to be observed by a pervert, I decide to call him out in front of everyone there. <<s Author>>Lost something? Your eyes are all over the place, dude.<</s>> He turns a few shades of red as he averts his gaze, thoroughly humiliated by my actions. My body is hot, but it's not free real estate!<</replace>><</link>></div> <center><<link "Stay here" "Gym">><</link>></center><<else>><<switch $gymrandom>><<case 2>><<if $Jerome gte 10>><<picmid "workout/jerome-help1.jpg">><<elseif $Jerome gte 25>><<picmid "workout/jerome-help2.jpg">><</if>> <<light Jerome>> notices me at one point and spots me for a few reps. I feel closer to him thanks to his help.<<add "Jerome" 1>><<case 3>><img src="images/workout/pt-help.jpg" height="500px" style="display: flex; align-content: center;">The PT approaches me at one point, noticing a deficit in my technique. He shares valuable sports knowledge that I immediately make use of.<<case 7>><<if $Samuel gte 10>><<picmid "workout/samuel-help1.jpg">><<elseif $Samuel gte 25>><<picmid "workout/samuel-help2.jpg">><</if>> <<light Samuel>> strikes up a conversation with me in between reps, impressed with my athleticism. I can't help but feel happy for the attention.<<case 8>><<if $open lt 35>><img src="images/workout/creep-picture.jpg" height="500px" style="display: flex; align-content: center;">I hear the flash of a camera behind me as I get a few squats in. Turning to look at the source, I scrutinize the people there to no avail.<<elseif $friendsevents.count("Open35") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open35" 1>><<include "Open 35 Scene">><<else>><img src="images/workout/creep-gym.jpg" width='80%' style="display: flex; align-content: center;">I know it is happening but no longer care. it even gives me a thrill to know someone is looking at me while I work out. I'm looking good and people are noticing!<</if>><<default>><img src="images/workout/gym.jpg" height="500px" style="display: flex; align-content: center;">I workout for a bit. It's fun as I feel my muscles tense and bulge.<</switch>><</if>>

<<if $time is 5>><<RE "random/gym-night.jpg">>The gym is empty and ready to close its doors. I better leave.<</RE>><<elseif $Yara gte 40 and $yaraevent is 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<RE "character/yara.jpg">>Unusually for her, <<light Yara>> was here at the gym, and approached me when she saw me. <<s Yara>>Feel like working out together?<</s>> I was <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>excited to join her" "Yara Event 4">><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "yaraevent" 1>><<add "athletics" 2>><<addtime>><</link>><</RE>><<else>><<set $gymrandom to random(1, 8)>><<switch $gymrandom>><<case 1>><<RE 'random/gym-random.jpg'>>Music plays all around me as I walk into the place. It's nice to feel the energy flowing through me!<</RE>> <<case 2>><<RE 'character/jerome.jpg'>>I notice <<light Jerome>> hard at work toning his body. He smiles to me before going back to his set. <<if $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Jerome Scene") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to him about the HRC post" "HRC SM Jerome Scene">><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><</if>> <</RE>> <<case 3>><<if $Darius gte 1 and $work.count("Darius Gym Meet") is 0>><<RE "work/smw/darius-workout.jpg">><<light Darius>>, the enigmatic man I saw at Geeky Blinder's event, was oddly working out here, his bulking muscles on display. <<link "Let's talk to him." "SW Darius Intro">><<pickup $work "Darius Gym Meet" 1>><</link>><</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/gym-pt.jpg'>>A personal trainer smiles and greets me, before going back to spot their client.<</RE>><</if>> <<case 4>><<RE 'random/gym-weak.jpg'>>Having fallen to the ground, a weak looking guy is nursing his injured knee.<</RE>> <<case 5>><<RE 'random/gym-dance.jpg'>>Deeper in one of the rooms of the gym, a dance class is in full swing.<</RE>> <<case 6>><<RE 'random/gym-couple.jpg'>>Posing in front of the large mirror, a couple is taking pictures of themselves in various poses.<</RE>> <<case 7>><<RE 'character/samuel.jpg'>><<light Samuel>> gets to work on his upper body, distracted by his intense workout.<</RE>> <<case 8>><<RE 'random/gym-empty.jpg'>>The gym isn't as crowded as it usually is. What a relaxing change of pace!<</RE>> <</switch>><</if>>

<center><<pichead "locations/library.jpg" "Library">><<include "Library Random Events">><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Wait Around" "Too late for that">><<else>><<link "<img arc='images/icons/time.png'>Wait Around" "Library">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $visitedlibrary is true>><<dark "Study" "I already studied here">><<elseif $time is 5>><<dark "Study" "Too late for that">><<else>><<linkreplace "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>Study">><<add "smarts" 2>><<set $visitedlibrary to true>>I study for a bit. It's fun.<</linkreplace>><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted") and $day is 1 and $time is 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Debate Club❗" "Debate Club">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>><<dark "Debate Club" "The club meets on Monday Afternoons">><<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>><<dark "Debate Club" "I'm not a part of that club.">><<else>><<dark "Locked Option" "Keep attending classes to unlock this storyline.">><</if>><<if $yarastudy is false>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Study with Yara">><<addtime>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set $yarastudy to true>><<if visited("Tarnipp Class 3") gte 1>><<goto "Yara Study Session 3">><<elseif visited("Tarnipp Class 2") gte 1>><<goto "Yara Study Session 2">><<elseif visited("Tarnipp Class 1") gte 1>><<goto "Yara Study Session 1">><</if>><</link>><</if>></center>

<<if $time is 1>><<set $libraryrandom to random(1, 2)>><<switch $libraryrandom>><<case 1>><<RE 'random/library-empty.jpg'>>The hushed tones of different people studying fills the calm atmosphere.<</RE>><<case 2>><<RE 'random/library-empty.jpg'>>The library isn't as crowded as it usually is. What a relaxing change of pace!<</RE>><</switch>><<elseif $time is 2 or $time is 3>><<if $ericevent is 1 and $Eric gte 20>><<RE "character/eric.jpg">><<light Eric>> is weirdly hanging out here. When he notices me, he <<link "approaches<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Eric Event 2">><<addtime>><<add "ericevent" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $class.has("S1G3")>><<RE "classes/arts-project/arts.jpg">>My friend is here to work on our poem for arts class. <<link "Let's join them<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Project Work 3">><<drop $class "S1G3" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $Eva gte 5 and visited("Eva Prevent Belle") is 0>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">>Eva's here, and she seems <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>distracted on her phone" "Eva Prevent Belle">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $Eva gte 10 and $evaevent is 0>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">><<light Eva>> is studying in a table in the corner here. Maybe I could <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>join her" "EvaEvent 1">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $evamaths is "Cheat" or $evamaths is "Cheatme" or $evamaths is "Study">><<RE "character/eva.jpg">><<light Eva>> is studying for the maths exam. Let's <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>join her" "EvaMaths">><<addtime>><<add "smarts" 3>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $evasmarts lte 15 and visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") is 0>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">><<light Eva>> seems to be worried about an upcoming exam. Maybe I should <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>talk to her?" "EvaSmarts Scenes">><<addtime>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $evasmarts lte 10 and visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") is 1>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">>Books are opened in front of her, but <<light Eva>> is not even looking at them... I could <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>talk to her" "EvaSmarts Scenes">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<else>><<set $libraryrandom to random(1, 4)>><<switch $libraryrandom>><<case 1>><<if $evasmarts gt 0>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">><<if $evasmarts lt 5>><<light Eva>> is all but distracted, on her phone with a couple of books propped up in front of her. She's given up on studying for now it seems.<<elseif $evasmarts lt 10>>A distracted <<light Eva>> is trying to concentrate on the book in front of her... She hasn't really been herself lately...<<else>>I notice <<light Eva>> in one corner of the place, her head in a book, hard at work. Better not distract her!<</if>><</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/library-empty.jpg'>>The hushed tones of different people studying fills the calm atmosphere. It's been a while since I saw <<light Eva>> here...<</RE>><</if>><<case 2>><<if $time is 2>><<RE 'random/library-signing.jpg'>>In one corner of the library, a new author is showcasing their book. It seems to be a fictional autobiography, whatever that means...<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/library-poker.jpg'>>A table in one of the secluded corners of the library has been turned into an unobserved game of poker.<</RE>><</if>><<case 3>><<if $time is 2>><<RE 'random/library-librarian.jpg'>>The librarian sternly looks at me passing by, and I feel myself holding my breath not wanting to disturb him.<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/library-couple.jpg'>>Soft moaning is heard in a corner of the place, obviously two individuals enjoying their time between the books.<</RE>><</if>><<case 4>><<RE 'character/sasha.jpg'>><<if $bisex gte 5 and $friendsevents.count("bisex5") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("Insta Sasha 25")>>The lady I talked with last time notices me and smiles, before going back to her book. <<link "Let's get to really know her...<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Bisexuality Library Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "bisex5" 1>><<addtime>><<add "arousal" 20>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is false and visited("HRC SM Sasha Scene") is 0>><<link "Talk to Sasha about the HRC post<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "HRC SM Sasha Scene">><<addtime>><<set $hrcmedia to true>><</link>><<elseif $hrcmedia is true>><<dark "Talk to Sasha about the HRC Post" "Post already chosen for today">><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Sasha 25") is 0>>The woman seated in a regal manner, reading her books, looks vaguely familiar... <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>She's an influencer!" "Insta Sasha Talk 25">><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Sasha 25" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Sasha 35") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("bisex5")>><<light Sasha>> is worriedly looking at her phone, the fear on her face quite evident. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Let's see what's bothering her." "Insta Sasha Talk 35">><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Sasha 35" 1>><</link>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Sasha 55") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("Insta Sasha 55 Seen")>>As I see <<light Sasha>> hanging out here, I remember the latest posts she'd shared, revealing pictures that put her on display. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Let's talk about that." "Insta Sasha Talk 55">><<addtime>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Sasha 55" 1>><</link>><<else>>The soft and interesting-looking lady is concentrating on her books, paying no mind to anyone else passing by.<</if>><</RE>> <</switch>><</if>><<elseif $time gte 4>><<set $libraryrandom to random(1, 2)>><<switch $libraryrandom>><<case 1>><<RE 'random/library-librarian.jpg'>>The librarian sternly looks at me, ushering me out of the space. I should head elsewhere, it's getting late.<</RE>><<case 2>><<RE 'random/library-empty.jpg'>>The library is closing its doors after the long day of work. I should probably head elsewhere.<</RE>><</switch>><</if>>

<center><img src="images/locations/mall.jpg" width="100%"> <<include "Mall Random Events">><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Wait Around" "It is getting late. The mall is closing.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Wait Around" "Mall">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>> <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Lisa Espana's Underwear" "It is getting late. The shop is closed.">><<else>><<link "Lisa Espana's Underwear" "lisaespana">><</link>><</if>> | <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Pablo Rabonne Clothing" "It is getting late. The shop is closed.">><<else>><<link "Pablo Rabonne Clothing" "pablorabonne">><</link>><</if>> | <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Bloom & Rose" "It is getting late. The shop is closed.">><<else>><<link "Bloom & Rose" "bloomnrose">><</link>><</if>> | <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Nexus Toys" "It is getting late. The shop is closed.">><<else>><<link "Nexus Toys" "nexustoys">><</link>><</if>> <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Cream Art Coffee" "It is getting late. The coffee shop is closed.">><<else>><<link "Cream Art Coffee" "creamart">><</link>><</if>><<if $time is 5 and $work.has('S&M')>> | <<dark "S&M Elegance" "It is getting late. The clothing store is closed.">><<elseif $work.has('S&M')>> | <<link "S&M Elegance" "S&M">><</link>><</if>> </center>

<<if $yaramessagepost is 1>><<RE 'character/yara.jpg'>>My friend <<light Yara>> is here for our hangout. Let's <<link "Join her<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "YaraMall">><<addtime>><<set $yaramessagepost to 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $yaramessagepost is 4>><<RE 'character/yara.jpg'>>I can see my friend <<light Yara>> waiting for me there. Let's <<link "call for her<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "YaraMall2">><<addtime>><<set $yaramessage to 0>><<set $yaramessagepre to 0>><<set $yaramessagepost to 0>><<add "yaraevent" 1>><</link>>!<</RE>><<elseif $jasminmessagepost is 1 or $jasminmessage is 1>><<RE 'character/jasmin.jpg'>>My friend <<light Jasmin>> along the HRC are here for our outreach. Let's <<link "join them<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "HRCMall">><<addtime>><<set $jasminmessage to 0>><<set $jasminmessagepost to 0>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $ericmessagepost is 1 and $time is 3>><<RE 'character/eric.jpg'>>As promised, <<light Eric>> was right there next to the fountain, waiting for me and a bit lost. <<link "Join him<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "EricMall">><<addtime>><<set $ericmessagepost to 0>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $evamessagepost is 3 or $evamessage is 3>><<RE 'character/eva.jpg'>><<light Eva>> is waiting for me here to choose our dresses for Valentine. Let's <<link "join her<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "EvaMall">><<addtime>><<set $evamessage to 0>><<set $evamessagepost to 0>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $valentine.has('pickup')>><<RE 'locations/snmmain.jpg'>>I need to pick up the dresses that <<light Eva>> and I chose from <<link "S&M<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "S&M">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $leomessagepost is 7>><<RE "character/leo.jpg">>My friend <<light Leo>> is hanging out here, waiting for me to <<link "join him<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "LeoMall">><<addtime>><<add "Leo" 3>><<add "leoevent" 1>><<set $leomessagepre to 0>><<set $leomessagepost to 0>><</link>> for our shopping spree.<</RE>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Samuel Event 25") is 0 and $Eric gte 25>><<RE "character/samuel.jpg">><<light Samuel>> is here. Looks like he wants to <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>hang out" "Samuel Mall 25">><<pickup $friendsevents "Samuel Event 25" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Samuel" 4>><<add "open" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $time is 5>><<RE 'random/mall-empty.jpg'>>The mall is slowly closing its doors, and sending people off. There's nothing to do here anymore...<</RE>><<else>><<set $mallrandom to random(1, 8)>><<switch $mallrandom>><<case 1>><<RE 'random/mall-child.jpg'>>Crying and thrashing about, I see a child asking his mother to get him a toy he saw displayed a few steps back. Their incessant crying is loud.<</RE>> <<case 2>><<if $work.has('creamart')>><<RE 'character/elio.jpg'>>I notice <<light Elio>> hilariously rushing to work as he's putting his apron on.<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/mall-empty.jpg'>>The mall isn't as crowded as it usually is. What a relaxing change of pace!<</RE>><</if>> <<case 3>><<RE 'random/mall-sale.jpg'>>A flash sale is happening on some washing machine, as housewives are fighting over the last few displayed products.<</RE>> <<case 4>><<RE 'random/mall-clothing.jpg'>>As I cross the front of Pablo Rabonne, I notice a new sensational article of clothing. Maybe I'll give it a try...<</RE>> <<case 5>><<RE 'random/mall-cleaning.jpg'>>A custodial decided to clean a whole section right now, in the middle of the day, and has blocked off one of the passages. A longer walk awaits!<</RE>> <<case 6>><<RE 'random/mall-juice.jpg'>>An advertising stand is offering free juice for passerbys. <<if $friendsevents.has("Juiced")>>//It's needless to get some, it does nothing anymore...//<<else>><div id="juice"><<link "Take some">><<pickup $friendsevents "Juiced" 1>><<replace "#juice">>I feel refreshed having tasted this, but it did me nothing beyond that...<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore them">><<replace "#juice">>I make a large turn to avoid their attention.<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</RE>> <<case 7>><<RE 'random/mall-friends.jpg'>>A group of friends are walking through the stores, their voices loud as if they owned the world.<</RE>> <<case 8>><<RE 'random/mall-grandma.jpg'>>On an escalator, a grandma takes a long time to climb the first step, cursing technology. The crowd is growing behind her.<</RE>> <</switch>><</if>>

<<if $ericmessagepre is 1>><<set $ericmessage to 1>><</if>><<if $ericmessagepre is 4>><<set $ericmessage to 4>><</if>><<if $evamessagepre is 5>><<set $evamessage to 5>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>><<if $evamessagepre is 10>><<set $evamessage to 10>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>><center><<if $time lte 3>><img src="images/locations/living-room-day.jpg" width="100%"><<else>><img src="images/locations/living-room-night.jpg" width="100%"><</if>> ''In the House'' /*Wardrobe*/<<link "Wardrobe">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Wardrobe", "war"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Wardrobe").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> | <<link "Mirror">><<if $open gte 45 and $friendsevents.count("Open45") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open45" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Mirror", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 45 Scene").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<else>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Mirror", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Mirror View").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</if>><</link>> | <<if $time gt 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Sleep">><<sleep>><</link>><<dark "*" "Skips to next day">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Wait around" "Management">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $arousal gte 80 and $masturbateweek is 0>><<link "Masturbate <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>" "Masturbation">><</link>><<elseif $corruption lte 100>><<dark "Masturbate <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>" "I'm not horny, why do this?">><<elseif $masturbateweek gte 2>><<dark "Masturbate <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>" "I've gooned enough for today">><<else>><<link "Masturbate <img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>" "Masturbation">><</link>><</if>> | <<link "Laptop">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<if $notif is true>><img src='images/icons/notification.png'><</if>> <<include "Insta Home Screen">><<if $femchalwatch gt 0 and $femchalwatch lt 7 and $femchaldaily is false>> | <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>The Feminism Challenge">><<set $femchaldaily to true>><<replace "#replacing">><<print `<<goto "HRC Fem3 Post` + $femchalwatch + `">>`>><</replace>><<add "femchalwatch" 1>><</link>><div id='replacing'></div><</if>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Propaganda") and $bnwopropaganda lt 10 and $bnwopropday is false>> | <<link "BNWO Posting" "BNWO Propaganda">><<set $bnwopropday to true>><</link>><</if>> <<if $leomessage gt 0 or $evamessage gt 0 or $yaramessage gt 0 or $jasminmessage gt 0 or $ericmessage gt 0>>Just got a message! I need to check my <<link "phone">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Phone Feed").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<goto "Management">> <</link>>.<<elseif $day is 7 and $costumemeeting1 is true>>Today's the day we finalize our costumes before tomorrow's class! <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Meet my friends" "CostumeMeeting">><<addtime>><</link>><</if>><<if $day is 7 and $club.has("BLM3Open")>><<light Jasmin>> is waiting right outside the house, eager to be going to visit the convict at the county jail. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Let's join her" "HRC BLM Jail">><<addtime>><<drop $club "BLM3Open" 1>><<pickup $club "BLM3Done" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $club.has("MovieDay") and $time is 4>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>It's the HRC's Movie Night!" "LGBT Movie Night">><<addtime>><<drop $club "MovieDay" 1>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("MovieDay")>><<dark "It's the HRC's Movie Night!" "Not time yet, it's in the Evening">><</if>><<if $day is 7 and $class.has("S2G3")>>My doorbell is ringing. It's obviously my friends that want to <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>work on the project." "Project Work 3">><<drop $class "S2G3" 1>><<addtime>><<pickup $class "S2G3Done" 1>><</link>><<elseif $day is 7 and $yaraevent is 4 and $Yara gte 50>>Someone's knocking on the front door. Better check <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>who it is" "Yara Event 5">><<add "yaraevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>>.<<elseif $class.has("Tarnipp Class 4 Helped Yara") and $class.count("Helped Yara After Tarnipp Reward") is 0 and $day is 6>><<light Yara>> knocks on the door... Time for a <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>reward" "Yara Study Session 4">><<addtime>><<pickup $class "Helped Yara After Tarnipp Reward" 1>><</link>>!<<elseif $Jasmin gte 20 and $jasminevent is 1 and $jasminmessagepre != 2 and $time gte 2 and $time lte 4>><<light Jasmin>> has been looking a bit down lately... Maybe I can <<link "send her a message">><<set $jasminmessage to 2>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("JasminMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>?<<elseif $athletics gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Ass Improvement 1") is 0>>After my latest workout, I can clearly see <<link "some improvements" "Ass Improvement 1">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ass Improvement 1" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><</link>>.<<elseif $athletics gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Ass Improvement 2") is 0>>Following that last workout, I can see <<link "even more improvements" "Ass Improvement 2">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ass Improvement 2" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><</link>>.<<elseif $athletics gte 45 and $friendsevents.count("Ass Improvement 3") is 0>>Moving away from my bed, I notice once more how <<link "my ass has improved" "Ass Improvement 3">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ass Improvement 3" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><</link>>.<<elseif $athletics gte 60 and $friendsevents.count("Ass Improvement 4") is 0>>Move aside, people! My ass has <<link "improved even further" "Ass Improvement 4">><<pickup $friendsevents "Ass Improvement 4" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "reputation" 1>><</link>>!<<elseif $mediasavvy gte 50 and $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal") is 0>>I received a message from an unknown number... Let's <<link "check it out" "Media Savvy 50 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Media50Deal" 1>><<set $randommessage to 3>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RandomMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Media50Deal Accepted") and $day is 7 and $time lte 4 and $friendsevents.count("Media50Deal Shipment") is 0>>A new shipment awaits at the door. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Check it out" "Media Savvy 50 Shipment">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Media50Deal Shipment" 1>><<pickup $wardrobe "brown-cap" 1 "brown-hoodie" 1 "brown-sweatpant" 1>><</link>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" and $friendsevents.count("Notice 0.4.0") is 0>><<link "❗Notice❗">><<goto "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Game Dev Notice").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <</if>></center>

<<if $time lte 4>><<if $ericmessage is 2 or $ericmessagepost is 2>><<RE 'character/eric.jpg'>><<light Eric>> and <<light Samuel>> are here waiting for me. Let's <<link "join them<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Music Video Meeting">><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 0>><<addtime>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $day is 5 and $time is 4 and $work.has("SW Ruby Nude Accepted") and $work.count("SW Ruby Nude Done") is 0>><<RE "character/ruby.jpg">><<light Ruby>>'s art classes are now. Let's <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>join her" "SW Ruby Nude">><<add "time" 1>><<pickup $work "SW Ruby Nude Done" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $ericmessagepost is 7 and $day is 7>><<RE "character/eric.jpg">><<light Eric>> is waiting for me here at the park for our <<link "time together" "Eric Event 4">><<addtime>><<add "Eric" 3>><<add "ericevent" 1>><<set $ericmessagepost to 0>><</link>>... I wonder what he has in store...<</RE>><<elseif $ericmessage is 3 or $ericmessagepost is 3 and $day is 5>><<RE 'character/eric.jpg'>><<light Eric>> is waiting for me here for our hangout. Let's <<link "join him<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "EricEvent1">><<set $ericmessage to 0>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><<set $ericmessagepost to 0>><<add "ericevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $evamessagepost is 2 or $evamessage is 2>><<RE 'character/eva.jpg'>><<light Eva>> and <<light Leo>> are here waiting for me. Let's <<link "join them<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Music Video Meeting">><<set $evamessage to 0>><<set $evamessagepost to 0>><<addtime>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $Leo gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("LeoMotherPark") is 0 and $time lt 5>><<RE "character/maria.jpg">>A familiar, attractive-looking woman is working out here, in public. I wanna <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>look at her" "Leo Mother 25">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "LeoMotherPark" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><</link>><</RE>><<elseif $subdom gte 15 and $friendsevents.count("Dom15") is 0>><<RE "random/park-bench.jpg">>I'm feeling pretty tired. Maybe I better <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>relax" "Dom15 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Dom15" 1>><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $subdom lte -15 and $friendsevents.count("Sub15") is 0>><<RE "random/park-bench.jpg">>I'm feeling pretty tired. Maybe I better <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>relax" "Sub15 Scene">><<pickup $friendsevents "Sub15" 1>><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<else>><<set $parkrandom to random(1, 8)>>/*Switching*/<<switch $parkrandom>><<case 1>>/*case1: Dog Stuff*/<<RE 'random/park-dog.jpg'>>I see a dog walking, led by someone on a leash. <div id="petting"><<if $open gte 5>><<link "Pet the dog">><<if $friendsevents.count("Open5") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open5" 1>><</if>><<replace "#petting">>I hold my hand out and approach with a smile to pet the lovely dog. They smile at me.<</replace>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Pet the dog" "Not open <img src='images/icons/open.png'> enough">><</if>> <<link "Ignore the kind creature">><<replace "#petting">>Ignoring the animal, I keep walking.<</replace>><</link>></div><</RE>><<case 2>>/*case2: Eva Stuff*/<<if $evasmarts lte 0>><<RE "character/eva.jpg">><<light Eva>> is hanging out in the park here. She seems to be happy.<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/park-heart.jpg'>>Someone had chosen to eternalize their love, ruining the bark as they scribbled on a tree a couple letters with a heart.<</RE>><</if>><<case 3>>/*case3: Frisbee Stuff*/<<RE 'random/park-frisbee.jpg'>>A couple individuals are throwing a frisbee disk to one another, enjoying the good weather.<<if $open gte 15>><br><div id='frisbee'><<link "Join them for a bit">><<if $friendsevents.count("Open 15") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open 15" 1>><</if>><<replace "#frisbee">>Deciding to join in on the game, I spend some quality time with them, smiling throughout. It's nice being open to what the world has to offer!<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>><</RE>><<case 4>>/*case4: Yara Stuff*/<<RE 'character/yara.jpg'>>At a distance, I notice <<light Yara>> jogging, her speed quickly creating a huge distance between us.<</RE>><<case 5>>/*case5: Jamila Stuff*/<<if $bisex gte 15 and $bbcworld gte 15 and $open gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Jamila First Meeting") is 0>><<RE "character/jamila.jpg">>The attractive woman sees me looking at her, and beckons me over. Let's <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>talk to her" "Jamila Scene 1">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila First Meeting" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jamila First Meeting") and $friendsevents.count("Jamila Second Meeting") is 0>><<RE "character/jamila.jpg">><<light Jamila>> was seated, this time not surrounded by her pigeons. Following our last meeting, I felt compelled to <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>join her" "Jamila Scene 2">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Second Meeting" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jamila Second Meeting") and $friendsevents.count("Jamila Third Meeting") is 0 and $bbcworld gte 40>><<RE "character/jamila.jpg">><<light Jamila>> smiled at me, as she ushered me over to <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>join her" "Jamila Scene 3">><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Jamila Third Meeting" 1>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Jamila Second Meeting")>><<RE "character/jamila.jpg">><<light Jamila>> is feeding her pigeons, serene and calm. She gives me a regal smile, before going back to the task at hand. I wonder when she'll need me for our next encounter.<</RE>><<elseif $bisex gte 15 or $bbcworld gte 15>><<RE "character/jamila.jpg">>Sitting at a bench and feeding a few of the pigeons that had gathered around her, an interesting-looking lady gives me a smile before going back to the task at hand. Would I ever be courageous enough to approach?<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/park-wind.jpg'>>The wind plays a beautiful tone as it rushes through the branches and leaves around me, a chill gust coursing through the air.<</RE>><</if>><<case 6>>/*case6: Thug Stuff*/<<if $bbcworld gte 30>><<RE 'random/park-thugs.jpg'>>A bunch of black guys, probably thugs, are hanging around the area, talking loudly to one another. One of them calls for my attention. <<if $friendsevents.has("BBC3")>><<dark "I've already helped him once." "I'm not doing it again, yet (WIP)">><<elseif $open gte 50 and $friendsevents.count("BBC3") is 0>><<link "Let's see what he wants?<img src='images/icons/time.png'>❗" "BBCWorld Park Scene">><<addtime>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pickup $friendsevents "BBC3" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Let's see what he wants?" "Not open enough">><</if>><</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/park-squirrel.jpg'>>As I walk down one of the many paths that cross this beautiful park, I notice a squirrel rushing from branch to branch. What a beautiful sight!<</RE>><</if>><<case 7>>/*case7: Dealer Stuff*/<<if $ericevent gte 4 and $work.count("DealerWork") is 0 and $work.count("DealerWork Denied") is 0>><<RE "character/mark.jpg">>The stranger who seemed to appear more and more recently was hanging around the park. He smirked towards me, his attitude beckoning me in. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to him" "Dealer Work Intro">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<elseif $work.has("DealerWork") and visited("Dealer Work Intro") is 0>><<RE "character/mark.jpg">>The stranger who I agreed to work for was hanging around here. He smirked towards me, his attitude beckoning me in. <<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Talk to him" "Dealer Work Intro">><<addtime>><</link>>.<</RE>><<else>><<RE 'random/park-deal.jpg'>>Furtively in a secluded area of the park, I notice two individuals having a furtive conversation They separate quite quickly after that.<</RE>><</if>><<case 8>>/*case8: Flashing Stuff*/<<RE 'random/park-flashing.jpg'>>As I walk down the park, I see a random girl flashing her breasts for whoever wants to take a look. How naughty! <<if $friendsevents.has("open3open") and visited("Open3") is 0>><<link "Dare I do the same?" "Open3">><<addtime>><<add "open" 2>><</link>><<elseif $dream.has("Open Dream 2") and $friendsevents.count("Open60") is 0>><<link "I need to be courageous like her." "Open 60 Scene">><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<addtime>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open60" 1>><</link>><</if>><</RE>><</switch>><</if>><<else>>/*Night Time*/<<set $parkrandom to random(1, 4)>>/*Switching*/<<switch $parkrandom>><<case 1>><<RE "random/park-night1.jpg">>The park is sinister and dangerous at night... I would probably be safer at home at this time.<</RE>><<case 2>><<RE "random/park-night2.jpg">>The beautiful night sky greets me openly, its million stars shining bright.<</RE>><<case 3>><<RE "random/park-night3.jpg">>A sinister looking man is walking down the lanes of the park. I dare not remain, out of fear that he'd notice me and... God knows what he'd do.<</RE>><<case 4>><<RE "random/park-night4.jpg">>A shady deal takes place in the dark gloomy night. My eyes immediately snap away as the man selling his wares look in my direction. I better leave quickly.<</RE>><</switch>><</if>>

<<if $time lt 5>><<include "Eva Park Options">> <<include "Eric Park Options">> <<include "Jasmin Park Options">> <<include "Leo Park Options">> <<include "Yara Park Options">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/valentine/icons/rest-outside.png' width='50px' title='Rest for a while'>" "Too late for that">><</if>>

<<pichead "locations/snmmain.jpg">> <<if $valentine.has('pickup')>><<drop $valentine "pickup" 1>><<pickup $valentine "pickedup" 1>><<pickup $work "S&M" 1>>Reaching the beautiful and elegant S&M shop, I am immediately accosted by <<light Spencer>> who is eager to show me the dresses completed with all the fixes that go with them. I am extremely happy to see that everything is accounted for, as is expected in such a fine establishment. <<s Spencer>>Mademoiselle I hope everything is to your liking, Mademoiselle Eva's parents have already settled the bill.<</s>> The butler-like mister clarified, before continuing. <<s Spencer>>I hope I am not being too forward with this but if you are ever looking for a job to perform, you can join our ranks here. We could always make use of a smart, capable young woman such as yourself. You're most welcome to attempt our veto process at any time, and if you are up to the challenge then we'll be more than happy to have you join us kind miss.<</s>> The offer now in mind, I looked forward to come back and apply. I am sure that this place would make me better money than Cream Art ever could, right? <<else>><center><<if $work.count("SM Yara Intro") is 0>><<light Yara>> is coming in, let's <<link "talk to her" "SM Work Intro Yara">><<pickup $work "SM Yara Intro" 1>><</link>>.<<elseif $work.has("SM Yara Intro") and $work.count("SM Spencer Intro") is 0>><<link "Apply for the job" "SM Work Intro Spencer">><<pickup $work "SM Spencer Intro" 1>><</link>><<elseif $workedcafe is true>><<dark "Work here" "Already worked today">><<elseif $day is 6 or $day is 7>><<if $snmtraining lte 5>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Train for the job" "SM Training">><<addtime>><<set $workedcafe to true>><<add "money" 100>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Work here." "S&M Work Main">><<addtime>><<set $workedcafe to true>><<add "money" 100>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<dark "Work today" "Available only on Weekends">><</if>></center><</if>>

<center><<include "Random School Event">><div class="row"><div class="col-2"></div><div class="col-8 randomevent"><<if $time is 1>><<include "Class Separation">><<elseif $time is 3>><<include "School Afternoons">><<elseif $time is 2>><<include "Random School Friend">><<else>>It is late, best I leave.<</if>></div><div class="col-2"></div></div> </center>

<<if $day is 2 or $day is 4>><br><<if $metJasmin is false>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/unknown.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "I need to meet Jasmin first.">><<elseif $day is 2 and $time is 3 and $club.has("hrc")>><<link "<img src='images/clubs/hrc.jpg' width='200px'>" "HRC">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("HRC Denied")>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/hrc.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "HRC - I'm not part of that club.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/hrc.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "HRC - Only open Tuesdays Afternoons">><</if>> | <<if $cheer is false>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/cheer.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "I messed up my tryouts. I don't even want to join them!">><<elseif $day is 4 and $time is 3 and $cheertryouts is true>><<link "<img src='images/clubs/cheer.jpg' width='200px'>" "Cheerleading">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $day is 4 and $time is 3 and $cheertryouts is false>><<link "<img src='images/clubs/cheer.jpg' width='200px'>" "Cheerleading">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $day is 4 and $time is 3 and $workoutoption is true>><<link "<img src='images/clubs/track.jpg' width='200px'>" "Track">><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/cheer.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "I have my tryouts this Thursday Afternoon">><<elseif $cheertryouts is false>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/cheer.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Only open Thursday Afternoons">><<elseif $workoutoption is true>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/track.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Only open Thursday Afternoons">><<elseif $workoutoption is false>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/unknown.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "I have opted out of this storyline with Yara">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clubs/unknown.jpg' width='200px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "It'll eventually be revealed">><</if>><<else>><<include "Random School Friend">><</if>>

<center><<pichead "locations/bloomnrose.jpg" "Bloom & Rose">> The beauty parlor welcomes me in its beautiful, relaxing setting. <div id='hairchange'>Change your hairstyle: <div class="row"><div class="col-6 management">Color (<img src='images/icons/cash.png'>30$) <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "blonde" autocheck>> Blonde?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "black" autocheck>> Black?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "brown" autocheck>> Brown?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hair" "red" autocheck>> Red?</label> <<link "Let's paint!">><<less "money" 30>><<replace "#hairchange">><<include "mc-face">> I have changed my hairstyle. <</replace>><</link>></div><div class='col-6 paddedleft'>Style (<img src='images/icons/cash.png'>25$) <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "updo" autocheck>> Updo?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "wave" autocheck>> Wave?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "stylish" autocheck>> Stylish?</label> <label><<radiobutton "$hairl" "pixie" autocheck>> Pixie?</label> <<link "Let's style!">><<less "money" 25>><<replace "#hairchange">><<include "mc-face">> I have changed my hairstyle. <</replace>><</link>></div></div></div> <<link "Back to mall" "Mall">><</link>></center>

<center><img src="images/locations/creamart.jpg" width="100%"><div id="work"><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Order a Coffee" "It is too late for that.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'>Order a Coffee">><<less "money" 5>><<replace "#work">>Taking a sip of my coffee, I see that it is made to perfection and smile to myself.<</replace>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $time is 5>><<dark "Take a seat and relax for a while" "It is too late for that.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Take a seat and relax for a while">><<addtime>><<replace "#work">>Finding a nice spot, I take a breather and allow time to pass by, watching people go in and out of the quaint shop.<</replace>><</link>><</if>> | <<if $creamarttraining lte 5 and $work.has('creamart')>><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Train" "It is too late to train.">><<elseif $workedcafe is true>><<dark "Train" "I already trained today.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Train">><<add "money" 5>><<addtime>><<set $workedcafe to true>><<replace "#work">><<include "creamart training">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $work.has('creamart')>><<if $time is 5>><<dark "Work" "It is too late to work.">><<elseif $workedcafe is true>><<dark "Work" "I already worked today.">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Work">><<add "money" 50>><<addtime>><<set $workedcafe to true>><<replace "#work">><<include "Workcreamart">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<else>><<link "Ask about a job">><<addtime>><<pickup $work 'creamart' 1>><<replace "#work">><<include "creamart first time work">><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<if $Eric gte 35 and visited("Insta Eric 35") is 0 and $work.has("creamart")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eric visits the shop!" "Insta Eric 35">><<add "Eric" 2>><<addtime>><</link>><</if>></div> </center>

<<switch $creamarttraining>><<case 1>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/work/creamart/learning1.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<if $answer is false>><div id="answer">I learned from last time's mistake. I am now certain of the answer! I had to retake my previous test if I wanted to move on with my training: Which of these does not have milk in it? <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "American" autocheck>> <span style="color:#6AE744">American?</span></label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "Mocha Coffee" autocheck>> Mocha Coffee?</label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "Hot Chocolate" autocheck>> Hot Chocolate?</label> <<link "Submit">><<if _answer is "American">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">>My answer was correct, and I was one step closer to becoming an actual barista there! //Yay me!//<</replace>><<else>><<set $answer to false>><<replace "#answer">>Unfortunately, I failed that lesson again and will have to retake it next time I'm here...<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div><<else>>Working alongside <<light Elio>>, he teaches me the importance of trying out different drinks to know what they feel like, and get to experience coffee from the patron's point of view. To be honest, I felt like it was just his excuse to try the drinks without paying for them, but I couldn't really blame him if they tasted so good! Unexpectedly, he gave me a test <div id="answer">at the end: Which of these does not have milk in it? <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "American" autocheck>> <<if $smarts gte 12>><span style="color:#6AE744">American?</span><<else>>American?<</if>></label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "Mocha Coffee" autocheck>> Mocha Coffee?</label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "Hot Chocolate" autocheck>> Hot Chocolate?</label> <<link "Submit">><<if _answer is "American">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">>My answer was correct, and I was one step closer to becoming an actual barista there! //Yay me!//<</replace>><<else>><<set $answer to false>><<replace "#answer">>Unfortunately, I failed that lesson and will have to retake it next time I'm here...<</replace>><</if>><</link>> <<if $smarts gte 12>><<else>>Maybe if I was smarter<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> I'd know these things. I can always make a mistake and learn from it...<</if>></div><</if>> <<case 2>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/work/creamart/learning2.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<if $answer is false>><div id="answer"> The test had to be retaken. What is the difference between a Cappucino cup and a Cafe Latte? <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "names" autocheck>> Only their names!</label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "foam" autocheck>> <span style="color:#6AE744">One has equal parts foam, milk, and coffee, the other not.</span></label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "cooking" autocheck>> The cooking temperature.</label> <<link "Submit">><<if _answer is "foam">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">>My answer was correct, and I was one step closer to becoming an actual barista there! //Yay me!//<</replace>><<else>><<set $answer to false>><<replace "#answer">>Unfortunately, I failed that lesson and will have to retake it next time I'm here...<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div><<else>>The smell test, he called it. Apparently, if I train my senses long enough, I'd be able to recognize a drink just from the way it smelled. I didn't quite believe <<light Elio>> when he shared that piece of wisdom with me but who was I to tell him any different? As expected, he tested me at the end of my session with him. <div id="answer"> What is the difference between a Cappucino cup and a Cafe Latte? <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "names" autocheck>> Only their names!</label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "foam" autocheck>> <<if $smarts gte 14>><span style="color:#6AE744">One has equal parts foam, milk, and coffee, the other not.</span><<else>>One has equal parts foam, milk, and coffee, the other not.<</if>></label> <label><<radiobutton "_answer" "cooking" autocheck>> The cooking temperature.</label> <<link "Submit">><<if _answer is "foam">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">>My answer was correct, and I was one step closer to becoming an actual barista there! //Yay me!//<</replace>><<else>><<set $answer to false>><<replace "#answer">>Unfortunately, I failed that lesson and will have to retake it next time I'm here... Maybe if I was smarter<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> I'd have guessed it from the first time...<</replace>><</if>><</link>></div><</if>> <<case 3>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/work/creamart/learning2.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center> <<if $answer is false>><div id="answer">I had to retake his test. <<pic Elio>><</pic>> Is <<light Elio>> hot? Answer honestly. <<link "Yes, of course!">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">><<s Author>>Yes, Elio. You are a very attractive person.<</s>> I told him with a smile. <<s Elio>> That's all I needed to hear. You've passed this test!<</s>> Laughing at his silliness, I'm happy I'm yet another step closer to being hired. //How long still?//<</replace>><</link>> <span style="color:#6AE744">This is obviously the right answer.</span> <<link "Not really...">><<unset $answer>><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<less "Elio" 1>><<replace "#answer">><<s Author>>Again, Elio. I don't find you attractive, sorry.<</s>> He couldn't hide his sadness, and unfortunately when Mr. Ash visited us, he shared that my training was taking longer than expected, as if it was some sort of punishment... <<light Jordan>> didn't see kindly to it. <<s Jordan>>What is this silliness? What drink doesn't seem to work for you?<</s>> He asked frustrated. <<s Elio>>I... I don't...<</s>> My coworker was at a loss for words as he tried to find the right thing to say, an explanation for his judgement. I remained composed and confident. <<s Jordan>>Just get it over with, <<print $name>> can't stay in training forever.<</s>> He announced, leaving us alone. <<s Elio>>Alright I'm sorry. It's okay that you don't find me attractive I guess.<</s>> He said, dejected. Men and their silly little thoughts...<</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>Cleanliness in a coffee shop is super important apparently. At least that's what <<light Elio>> is trying to teach me in today's training session, having me clean after him throughout the next few hours. Him being funny alleviated the mood though, I'm not gonna lie. I was stunned however when he asked his test question at the end of the day: <<pic Elio>><</pic>> <<s Elio>>Am I hot, <<print $name>>? Answer honestly.<</s>> <div id="answer">Did I want to tell him what he wanted to hear or did I feel like telling him a hard truth? <<link "Yes, of course!">><<add "Elio" 1>><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "smarts" 1>><<unset $answer>><<replace "#answer">><<s Author>>Yes, Elio. You are a very attractive person.<</s>> I told him with a smile. <<s Elio>> That's all I needed to hear. You've passed this test!<</s>> Laughing at his silliness, I'm happy I'm yet another step closer to being hired. //How long still?//<</replace>><</link>><<if $smarts gte 16>><span style="color:#6AE744">This is obviously the right answer.</span><<else>><</if>> <<link "Not really...">><<set $answer to false>><<replace "#answer">><<s Author>>Honestly, Elio, I don't find you attractive, sorry.<</s>> He couldn't hide his sadness, and unfortunately when Mr. Ash visited us, he shared that my training was taking longer than expected, as if it was some sort of punishment... Maybe I should just tell him what he needs to hear?<</replace>><</link>></div><</if>> <<case 4>><center><video loop autoplay src='images/work/creamart/learning2.mp4' max-width='70%'/></center><<add "creamarttraining" 1>> Always the jokester, <<light Elio>> made sure I was having a fun time in my training today. According to him, next time would probably be my last if I get things right! I can't wait! <<case 5>><center><img src='images/work/creamart/brew2.jpg' width='70%'></center><div id="drink"> Apparently, today's test was for me to brew an actual cup to an actual client. And as luck would have it, they just had to order quite the complicated drink... What is supposed to be in a <<s Author>>Caramel Macchiato<</s>>? . <label><<checkbox "_espresso" false true autocheck>> <<if $smarts gte 18>><span style="color:#6AE744">Espresso Shot</span><<else>>Espresso Shot<</if>></label> <label><<checkbox "_steamedmilk" false true autocheck>> <<if $smarts gte 18>><span style="color:#6AE744">Steamed Milk</span><<else>>Steamed Milk<</if>></label> <label><<checkbox "_foam" false true autocheck>> Foam</label> <label><<checkbox "_chocopowder" false true autocheck>> Chocolate Powder</label> <label><<checkbox "_whitechoco" false true autocheck>> White Chocolate</label> <label><<checkbox "_caramel" false true autocheck>> <<if $smarts gte 18>><span style="color:#6AE744">Caramel Sauce</span><<else>>Caramel Sauce<</if>></label> <label><<checkbox "_sugar" false true autocheck>> Sugar</label> <<link "continue">><<if _espresso is true and _steamedmilk is true and _foam is false and _chocopowder is false and _whitechoco is false and _caramel is true and _sugar is false>><<set _tip to 10 + random(1, 10)>><<add "money" _tip>><<set _tip -= 10>><<add "Elio" 1>><<add "Jordan" 1>><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<replace "#work">><video src="images/work/creamart/serving3.mp4" max-width="60%"/> Proud of my work, I present the Caramel Macchiato I have created with a smile. The client is happy and tips me an additional <<print _tip>>$. Glad I have finally finished my training, I am congratulated by both <<light Elio>> and <<light Jordan>> as I am handed my official apron, and assured I'd have access to recipes while filling in orders in the future.<</replace>><<else>><<add "money" 10>><<replace "#work">><video loop autoplay src="images/work/creamart/wrong1.mp4" max-width="60%"/> I present the wrong cup of coffee, and utterly embarrassed have to redo the order. I get paid a meager 10$ for my work today, with no additional tips, and have to continue my training until I get things right. <center><<link 'Recipes'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Recipes", "res"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Recipes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></center><</replace>><</if>><</link>></div> <<default>>Something must have went wrong, as I train to become a better barista. (As a player, you're not supposed to see this here, oops!)<<pickup $work 'creamart' 1>><<set $creamarttraining to 6>> <</switch>>

Creamart has always been a staple of our community, a place where I'd spend a lot of my days whenever I hung out at the mall. But now I needed money, and I figured it wouldn't be so bad to apply for the advertised job. <<pic Jordan>>Branch Manager at Creamart<</pic>> <<s Author>>So basically, that's it... I would really like to work here and make money, I kind of need it.<</s>> <<s Jordan>>I see you, girl. Are you sure you have what it takes to work here?<</s>> The owner, Mr. Ash, who insisted we called him <<light Jordan>>, was holding his interview into his small "office" to the side of the bar, if you could even call it that. <<s Author>>I mean sure, how hard would it be to brew coffee and get people their orders?<</s>> His smile betrayed his joke: <<s Jordan>>Of course you'll find it easy to do, you're a smart girl after all. I see you taking that corner over there and studying from time to time with that other girl.<</s>> <<s Author>>Ah yes Eva. So um... I'm in?<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Sure you are. We'll start you first on a simple training salary and once you've gotten a hang of work here we'll bump your income. How does that sound?<</s>> Although it meant I'll be paid very little as a start, beggers couldn't be choosers. <<s Author>>That sounds great!<</s>> <<s Jordan>>Good to hear. Elio will take care of your training.<</s>> I remembered the guy, a black college student that had all but become a staple of the coffee shop. Walking out, I got to meet <<light Elio>>. <<s Elio>>Come on, let's get to work!<</s>> <<link "Work">><<add "creamarttraining" 1>><<add "money" 5>><<set $workedcafe to true>><<set $elioscenes to 1>><<set $jordanscenes to 1>><<replace "#work">><center><img src='images/work/creamart/brew1.jpg' max-width='70%'></center> As a first session, <<light Elio>> shows me the ropes on how to brew different kind of coffees. It feels weird following him around but I feel like I kind of get a grip on it. I get paid a small sum of money too, which is a fun plus!<</replace>><</link>>

<<pichead "locations/lisaespana.jpg">> <center><<link "''Panties''">><<replace "#buying">><nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "pink brief panties" 20 0>><<buy "lisaespana" "normal black thong" 20 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "tiny black thong" 40 30>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "pink lycra panties" 20 0>><<buy "lisaespana" "normal red thong" 20 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy red thong" 30 15>><<buy "lisaespana" "slutty black thong" 40 30>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "pink cotton panties" 20 0>><<buy "lisaespana" "black cotton panties" 20 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy white thong" 30 15>><<buy "lisaespana" "white bridal panties" 100 50>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "lisaespana" "blue cotton panties" 20 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "blue frilly thong" 20 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy black thong" 30 15>><<buy "lisaespana" "queen of spades thong" 40 30>></div></div></nobr><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Bra''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "cute blue bra" 15 0>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy blue bra" 30 10>><<buy "lisaespana" "redbra1" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "pink demi cup bra" 15 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy black bra" 40 20>><<buy "lisaespana" "redbra2" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "whitebra" 30 10>><<buy "lisaespana" "blackbra2" 40 20>><<buy "lisaespana" "white sexy bra" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "lisaespana" "pink cotton bra" 15 0>><<buy "lisaespana" "sexy red bra" 30 10>></div></div><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Pyjamas''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "purple pj top" 25 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "teddy-black" 40 20>><<buy "lisaespana" "pink chemise" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "purple pj bottom" 25 5>><<buy "lisaespana" "teddy-blue" 40 20>><<buy "lisaespana" "black negligee" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "lisaespana" "satin pink pj bottom" 30 25>><<buy "lisaespana" "teddy-pink" 40 20>><<buy "lisaespana" "teddy-white" 40 20>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "lisaespana" "satin pink pj top" 30 25>><<buy "lisaespana" "teddy-purple" 40 20>></div></div><</replace>><</link>></center> <span class="buy"><center><div id='buying'></div></center></span>

<<pichead "locations/nexustoys.jpg" "Nexus Toys">> <center><<link "''Buttplugs''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug1" 40 55>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug5" 40 55>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug2" 40 55>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug3" 30 55>></div><div class="col-3"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug4" 40 55>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "buttplug6" 40 55>></div></div><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Dildoes''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo1" 40 25>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo5" 40 65>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo2" 40 35>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo6" 40 75>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo3" 30 45>></div><div class="col-3"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "dildo4" 40 55>></div></div><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Other''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "handcuffs" 40 25>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "vibrator" 40 45>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "wand" 30 35>></div><div class="col-3"></div></div><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Neck Accessories''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "choker1" 40 25>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "choker5" 30 50>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "choker2" 40 50>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "chokerdiamond" 30 50>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "choker3" 30 50>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "collar2" 30 70>></div><div class="col-3"><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "choker4" 30 50>><<sexbuy "nexustoys" "collar1" 30 70>></div></div><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Clothing''">><<replace "#buying">><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "nexustoys" "slave leia outfit" 40 70>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "nexustoys" "slutty nightgown" 40 70>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "nexustoys" "strappy golden dress" 30 70>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "nexustoys" "french maid top" 30 70>><<buy "nexustoys" "french maid bottom" 30 70>></div></div><</replace>><</link>></center> <span class='buy'><div id='buying'></div></span>

<<pichead "locations/pablorabonne.jpg" "Pablo Rabonne">><center><<link "''Outfits''">><<replace "#buying">><nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "female school uniform" 60 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "gym plain outfit" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "pink top and floral skirt" 60 20>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "sexy schoolgirl outfit" 50 50>><<buy "pablorabonne" "gym pink hoodie" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "light blue dress" 100 50>><<buy "pablorabonne" "red bandage minidress" 100 50>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "white floral dress" 40 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "gym pink shorts" 70 35>><<buy "pablorabonne" "sexy black dress" 100 50>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "pablorabonne" "yellow summer dress" 40 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "gym yoga pattern" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "white shirt and jeans" 40 0>></div></div></nobr><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Tops''">><<replace "#buying">><nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "basic white top" 30 0>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "cute white top" 40 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "silk pink cami" 40 15>><<buy "pablorabonne" "emo black top" 40 15>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "bitch crop top" 50 40>><<buy "pablorabonne" "redtop1" 40 30>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "pablorabonne" "slutty schoolgirl top" 60 100>></div></div></nobr><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Bottoms''">><<replace "#buying">><nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "shorts1" 30 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "pink slit skirt" 40 40>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "shorts2" 35 15>><<buy "pablorabonne" "front zip skirt" 40 30>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "cute pink skirt" 50 20>><<buy "pablorabonne" "goldskirt1" 40 50>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "pablorabonne" "slutty schoolgirl skirt" 60 100>><<buy "pablorabonne" "redskirt1" 30 30>></div></div></nobr><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Shoes''">><<replace "#buying">><nobr><div class="row"><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "casual trainers" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "red sports shoes" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "black patent heels" 50 10>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "basic creme flats" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "pinksneakers" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "blackheels" 50 10>><<buy "pablorabonne" "whitestilletos" 80 25>></div><div class="col-3 management"><<buy "pablorabonne" "flatshoes" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "shoes8" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "pink ankle strap heels" 50 30>><<buy "pablorabonne" "redheels4" 90 30>></div><div class="col-3"><<buy "pablorabonne" "shoes4" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "shoes6" 40 0>><<buy "pablorabonne" "redheels2" 80 20>></div></div></nobr><</replace>><</link>></center><span class="buy"><div id='buying'></div></span>

<<pichead "locations/plasticity.jpg" "Plasticity - The Plastic Surgeon's One Stop Shop.">><<if visited(passage()) is 1>> Welcome to plasticity, your one stop shop for all things body modification. Whatever you want to fix in your body, whether it is small details in your face, lips enhancements, or butt and boob enhancement, you'll be able to find here in this one place that has it all! <<elseif $evasmarts lte -15 and $friendsevents.count("Evasmarts -15") is 0>><<light Eva>>, unusually, is hanging out here... Better <<link "approach her" "Eva Smarts lvl 7">><<pickup $friendsevents "Evasmarts -15" 1>><<addtime>><<add "Eva" 3>><<add "open" 1>><</link>><<else>>I am back at plasticity, the one place where insecure people go to improve their body attributes.<</if>><center><<link "''Boob mods''">><<replace "#buying">><<if $boobsize is "C-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>150" "That's already my size">><<elseif $boobsize is "E-Cup" or $boobsize is "F-Cup" or $boobsize is "G-Cup" or $boobsize is "D-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>150" "I have bigger boobs, suckers!">><<elseif $money lt 150>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>150" "Can't afford it">><<elseif $open gte 10>><<link "<img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>150">><<less "money" 150>><<addtime>><<set $boobsize to "C-Cup">><<replace "#buying">><<include "Plasticity CCup">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $open lt 10>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "Not open enough">><</if>> <<if $boobsize is "D-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "That's already my size">><<elseif $boobsize is "E-Cup" or $boobsize is "F-Cup" or $boobsize is "G-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "I have bigger boobs, suckers!">><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts") gte 2 and $money gte 300>><<link "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "Plasticity DCup">><<less "money" 300>><<addtime>><<set $boobsize to "D-Cup">><</link>><<elseif $money lt 300>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "Can't afford it">><<elseif $open lt 45>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "Not open enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>300" "Check the mirror and watch a particular kind of porn first.">><</if>> <<if $boobsize is "E-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500" "That's already my size">><<elseif $boobsize is "F-Cup" or $boobsize is "G-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500" "I have bigger boobs, suckers!">><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts 2") is 2 and $money gte 500>><<link "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500">><<less "money" 500>><<addtime>><<set $boobsize to "E-Cup">><<replace "#buying">><<include "Plasticity ECup">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $money lt 300>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500" "Can't afford it">><<elseif $open lt 70>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500" "Not open enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>500" "Not implemented yet">><</if>> <<if $boobsize is "F-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800" "That's already my size">><<elseif $boobsize is "G-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800" "I have bigger boobs, suckers!">><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts 3") is 2 and $money gte 800>><<link "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800">><<less "money" 800>><<addtime>><<set $boobsize to "F-Cup">><<replace "#buying">><<include "Plasticity FCup">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $money lt 800>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800" "Can't afford it">><<elseif $open lt 90>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800" "Not open enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>800" "Not implemented yet">><</if>> <<if $boobsize is "G-Cup">><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestg.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>1000" "That's already my size">><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts 4") is 2 and $money gte 1000>><<link "<img src='images/mc/chestg.jpg'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>1000">><<less "money" 1000>><<addtime>><<set $boobsize to "G-Cup">><<replace "#buying">><<include "Plasticity GCup">><</replace>><</link>><<elseif $money lt 1000>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestg.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>1000" "Can't afford it">><<elseif $open lt 100>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestg.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>1000" "Not open enough">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/mc/chestg.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>1000" "Not implemented yet">><</if>> <</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Butt mods''">><<replace "#buying">><center><<dark "<img src='images/mc/ass5.jpg' width='50px'><img src='images/icons/cash.png'>600" "Not implemented yet">></center><</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Tattoos''">><<replace "#buying">>Not implemented Yet<</replace>><</link>> | <<link "''Piercings''">><<replace "#buying">>Not implemented Yet<</replace>><</link>></center> <span class='buy'><div id='buying'></div></span>

It might be stupid, and it might be meaningless, but I felt like this small move would enhance my body greatly, and I went for it, getting myself bigger, sexier boobs. <center><img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='100px'></center> I was proud of my new globes of beauty!

I looked at the brochure showing what could be mine if I simply made the jump, and the thrill of this potential change coursed through me like a powerful aphrodisiac... I could potentially become a big-breasted babe, if I only did the jump... And I found myself actually going for it, making that big jump and reaching the person at the counter, the nurse who greeted me with a wide smile. <<s stranger>>You finally made it.<</s>> She commented, smiling at me. I simply nodded, as she continued to speak. <<s stranger>>I've seen you come and go a few times, considering your options. It's good you understand where you need improvement. We can help with that.<</s>> I was wide-eyed. She took over so quickly, bringing me along beyond the reception as she spoke. <<s stranger>>I think your obsession at the moment are these small mosquito bites of yours, am I right?<</s>> I nodded, appily following where she'd take me, almost in a haze. <<s stranger>>I am not taking this decision for you, I'm just explaining what's behind it. You're a beautiful girl, but we all need a little extra to get us just right. We're here to offer you that.<</s>> She explained calmly, as I listened to her words. <<s stranger>>Our surgery is non-invasive, and the outcome will look natural. We're only going after D-Cups after all, are we not?<</s>> I acquiessed. <<s stranger>>Then we've got you. Strip and sit on that bed right there.<</s>> She explained, showing me to the simple mattress as she turned to care for the items behind her. <<s stranger>>Once you're done, the doctor will be in and will do his work. You're in safe hands.<</s>> <<s Author>>Isn't there a consultation first?<</s>> <<s stranger>>Every person that steps through our doors is already studied, worry not. You re looking for D-Cups for now, right? Nothing bigger!<</s>> I agreed with her statement, taking off my clothes and lying down on the mattress mentioned. Turning with a marker, she was quick to point out where things were going to be taking place. <<s stranger>>I'm putting this over your face, it'll put you to sleep. Next time you wake up, you'll be a changed woman.<</s>> <<picmid "events/meevents/plasticity-surgery.jpg">> <div id='continue'><<link "Go to sleep">><<replace "#continue">>I woke up groggy, mindless almost, as I situated myself in my place. Looking at the clock in the corner of the room, I noticed the time that passed. I've been here for 3 hours... And then I felt them. My new beautiful boobs, hanging firm against my chest, two beautiful globes of perfection calling for my attention. I couldn't wait to play with them... And show them off maybe? Yet for now, I felt like I needed to see them. <<link "Look at myself in the mirror">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Mirror", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Mirror View").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> The beautiful creature in front of me smiled at me with her new boobs. What a beautiful change! I was extremely happy with that development, and already excited for the adventures I was to have with these new enhancements. <<link "Leave" "Park">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<switch $AfricaInsta>> <<case 1>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@lisathesexy1997'': Just a simple beach day! Wish it'd last forever!</div><<comment "transbabe">>You guys look amazing!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Twas fun hanging out with you guys!<</comment>> <<comment "earique">>Y'all were there? I didn't see you guys!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>Oh to be held like that...<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment14 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment14<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked14 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked14 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked14 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment14 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Love this">><<set $comment14 to "Love this">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment14<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Is there a dislike button?">><<set $comment14 to "Is there a dislike button?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment14<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link "The finger on her chin... Nice touch!">><<set $comment14 to "The finger on her chin... Nice touch!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment14<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 30>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //That's the content <<light Jasmin>> wanted me to see? Odd...// <<case 2>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo2.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jerome.jpg">''@jaystone'': Love comes in black and white. #interracial #blacked #dominos</div><<comment "transbabe">>You guys look amazing!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Pretty view<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>I love this for you guys!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Lucky girl!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Share your pictures with us on @raceplay to be featured! 100% #legit<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment13 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment13<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked13 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked13 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked13 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment13 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "This is beautiful">><<set $comment13 to "This is beautiful">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment13<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></a><a><<link "Ok boomer">><<set $comment13 to "Ok boomer">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment13<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link "Love the muscles!!">><<set $comment13 to "Love the muscles!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment13<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 30>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //They look sweet together!// <<case 3>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo3.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jasmin.jpg">''@jasmintheflower18'': The boys helped me spend a great day at the beach! If only you saw what happened after... :)</div><<comment "eliocoffee">>You left your bikini at my place... Pass by sometime.<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Just to confirm, she good!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Jealousss<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>I wanna join!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>What is this shit?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment12 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment12<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked12 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked12 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked12 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment12 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Is there room for one more?">><<set $comment12 to "Is there room for one more?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment12<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>></a><a><<link "Seriously? That's happened?">><<set $comment12 to "Seriously? That's happened?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment12<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link "Jealousssss!!!!">><<set $comment12 to "Jealousssss!!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment12<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //She looks so small compared to them... That's kinda hot!// <<case 4>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo4.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jerome.jpg">''@transbabe'': With the bitches at the beaches. Look at all these girls fawning over me ;) <br>#Blackisbetter #BNWO #blacksupreme</div><<comment "earique">>Damn dude wtf?<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>What's #BNWO?<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Omg did you really post that one?<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>PDAs are so in!<</comment>> <<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Hot! Follow me for more!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment11 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment11<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked11 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked11 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked11 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment11 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Is this actually real?">><<set $comment11 to "Is this actually real?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment11<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black IS better!">><<set $comment11 to "Black IS better!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment11<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link "That's how the world should be">><<set $comment11 to "That's how the world should be">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment11<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //One black guy, three girls... He looks so masculine with all of them at his hand!// <<case 5>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo5.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jerome.jpg">''@transbabe'': If you work hard enough, you'll be able to get to where I am one day!</div><<comment "earique">>Is that a dude?<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>#transishot<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Even white bois know their place in the #BNWO<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>PDAs are so in!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment10 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment10<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked10 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked10 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked10 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment10 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Ok... And then what?">><<set $comment10 to "Ok... And then what?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment10<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 2>><</link>></a><a><<link "A better world is materializing">><<set $comment10 to "A better world is materializing">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment10<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></a><<link "@socialbutterfly check this one out!">><<set $comment10 to "@socialbutterfly check this one out!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment10<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //Is this person trans? I don't know why but this pic kinda reminded me of <<light Leo>>... Should I <<link "share the picture with him">><<set $leomessage to 3>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LeoMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>?// <<case 6>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo6.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jerome.jpg">''@playfulbanter'': Another one bites the dust. Check out my little babe. #BNWO #Blacked #Docile</div><<comment "loverboy22">>You two look amazing!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>@jasmintheflower18 I am so jealous!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>Hot.<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Nice catch dude!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment9 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment9<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked9 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked9 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked9 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment9 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Great pic!">><<set $comment9 to "Great pic!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment9<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 2>><</link>></a><a><<link "Beautiful couple!">><<set $comment9 to "Beautiful couple!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment9<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></a><<link "Wow! I'm jealous!">><<set $comment9 to "Wow! I'm jealous!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment9<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //He's so possessive of her... That's kind of hot...// <<case 7>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo7.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jasmin.jpg">''@jasmintheflower18'': PDAs is where it's at! <br>Don't be shy of your interracial love, spread it!</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Lovely!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Great pic! Share with @interraciallovers to be featured!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>Black is better.<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>I envy you!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment7 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment7<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked7 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked7 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked7 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment7 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Great pic!">><<set $comment7 to "Great pic!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment7<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 2>><</link>></a><a><<link "@eliasrabbo I agree! <3">><<set $comment7 to "@eliasrabbo I agree! <3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment7<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></a><<link "@lady_in_red me too!">><<set $comment7 to "@lady_in_red me too!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment7<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //Wow! They're kissing just like that in public! That's so hot!// <<case 8>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bnwo8.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jasmin.jpg">''@jasmintheflower18'': I had the honor of joining the crew of "Reverse Dominos" on their latest shoot. It was loads of fun boys!<br>Now time to get me some well needed rest!</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Wow! Did you actually do that?<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Seriously? What's wrong with this world...<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>@loverboy22 @geekyblinders You still have a place in the BNWO.<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Where can I sign up??<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment8 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment8<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked8 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked8 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked8 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment8 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Is this real?">><<set $comment8 to "Is this real?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment8<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 2>><</link>></a><a><<link "The BNWO sounds cool!">><<set $comment8 to "The BNWO sounds cool!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment8<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></a><<link "@lady_in_red sign me up too!">><<set $comment8 to "@lady_in_red sign me up too!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment8<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> //It was very interesting to see such a picture so publicly... <<light Jasmin>> was really pushing the enveloppe sharing these with me!// <<default>>Today, I hadn't received anything from <<light Jasmin>>... Had she finished recommending content for me to look at? Feeling bored, however, I felt it adequate to look into other mediums for the BNWO content. Youtube had some revelations to share... <img src='images/social-media/bnwo-youtube2.jpg' width='49%'><img src='images/social-media/bnwo-youtube4.jpg' width='49%'><img src='images/social-media/bnwo-youtube3.jpg' width='49%'><img src='images/social-media/bnwo-youtube1.jpg' width='49%'> Seeing how famous these kind of videos have been getting, I couldn't help but feel like this BNWO was a global movement much bigger than simply me and <<light Jasmin>>... //I feel like I should talk to her about this...// <</switch>> <<add "AfricaInsta" 1>>

<<if visited(passage()) is 1>><<set $bnwopropaganda to 1>><<picmid "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/11.jpg">>Before starting to work on the kind of content I want from my newly created page, I needed to take inspiration from other pages and what they've created. An Interesting page called "<<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>>" warned of the diverging roads caused by the recent social fabric of our society. And with it, I could see the amount of hateful rhetoric and butthurt comments such pages receive for simply sharing the truth. I knew that in the start of my page, I'd need to dive right in, entirely. <<linkreplace "Studies Guide Evolution">><<picmid "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/6.jpg">>Simply following the link that <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> had shared, I found a study that explained how the world was evolving to be mre equipped to face the harsh conditions of the environment, and how with global warming, that environment also included a harsher sun. Melanin would be essential to fight against that. Very simply, evolution will favor darker skinned individuals, and the numbers were clearly showing that, with darker skinned individuals numbers rising while white populations were on the decline. My first post created, I was already thinking of what the next one would be. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/6.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 1").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Prop 2")>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/1.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 2").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/1.jpg' width='30%' style='blur:100%'>" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 2").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Prop 3")>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/3.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 3").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/3.jpg' width='30%' style='blur:100%'>" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 3").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<if $bnwopropaganda gte 3>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Prop 4")>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/4.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 4").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/4.jpg' width='30%' style='blur:100%'>" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 4").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Prop 5")>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/5.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 5").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/5.jpg' width='30%' style='blur:100%'>" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 5").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><<if $blackonly.has("BNWO Prop 6")>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/2.jpg' width='30%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 6").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/bnwo-propaganda/2.jpg' width='30%' style='blur:100%'>" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda 6").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><</if>> <<if $bnwopropaganda gte 3 and $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 1") is 0>><<link "Look for inspiration" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda Inspo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda gte 5 and $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 2") is 0>><<link "Divergent Strategies" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda Inspo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda gte 7 and $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 3") is 0>><<link "An interesting offer" "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Propaganda Inspo").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $bnwopropaganda gte 9>><<link "Where it all started" "BNWO Propaganda Interlude">><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><</link>><</if>><</if>>

<<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/6.jpg" "Studies Guide Evolution">>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 2") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 2" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/1.jpg" "Happiness in Diversity">>Bringing a picture from online sources, I uploaded it with a caption of my own, pointing out the beauty of diversity, of acceptance and growth. //There truly is happiness in diversity!// <<else>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/1.jpg" "Happiness in Diversity">><</if>>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 3") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 3" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/3.jpg" "Diverse Beyond Support">>Hand in hand, a black man and a white woman were embracing each other's bodies in a sensual and beautiful image that I used to show that there was more than support between our races. I still needed to write the right caption for it... <div id='choices'><<link "Support has no color. Diversity has no limit. Embrace change.">><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>Support has no color. Diversity has no limit. Embrace change.<</s>> With my caption, I didn't receive the biggest number of comments and supporters, just another post in a wave of posts. But hey, at least I'm posting something! <</replace>><</link>> <<link "A black man and a white woman supporting him. True diversity and true support.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<s Author>>A black man and a white woman supporting him. True diversity and true support.<</s>> With that caption, my post got a truly beautiful traction. The way to know that your new world post is getting the message across? White boi haters that want to argue against what you've done. <<s Eric>>This is stupid.<</s>> <<s Leo>>Let them have our undesirables.<</s>> <<s Eva>>Fake diversity. Fake AI pocture.<</s>> And I've made it, looking at their butthurt reactions. <</replace>><</link>></div> <<else>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/3.jpg" "Diverse Beyond Support">><</if>>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 4") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 4" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/4.jpg" "Why Would They Matter?">>An annoying picture from a protest for White Lives made me quite cross. Why would they make such a needless protest?? Why would they matter? They're not in danger! Under my post, a bunch of comments included an interesting hashtag: #OBLM. I looked into it a bit more: Only Black Lives Matter. And I had to agree. White lives have all they need. At this moment in life, Only Black Lives Matter. I reposted my own post and added the hashtag to it. <<s Author>>ONLY BLACK LIVES MATTER. WHITE LIVES DON'T<</s>> <<else>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/4.jpg" "Why Would They Matter?">><<s Author>>ONLY BLACK LIVES MATTER. WHITE LIVES DON'T<</s>><</if>>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 5") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 5" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>>In preparation for today's post, I thought of what kind of content to create for the account I had created, thinking of <<light Jasmin>>'s interest in the topic and how she'd react to it, should she be aware of the work I'd been doing... And in thinking of <<light Jasmin>>, I remembered the kind of porn that she'd shared with me a while back, the threesome porn videos, most of which were with a couple of black men. The memory brought a strange thrill to my mind. What if I posted something using such a picture? Would it peek <<light Jasmin>>'s interest? It definitely would get a reaction from her, no? <<linkreplace "Make the naughty post">><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/5.jpg" "Numbers Guide the Future">><<add "bbcworld" 1>> Standing between hard, attractive bodies, a pornstar was in beautiful contrast, a true beauty on a beautiful backdrop. <<s Author>>The number of white women choosing black over white guides your future. This is the reality that awaits us all in the BNWO, the Better New World Order.<</s>> I wrote as a caption. I will probably need to get back to that post to see if <<light Jasmin>> engaged with it... <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 5 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 5 Seen" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/5.jpg" "Numbers Guide the Future">> Under the post, a comment stood out to me, from none other than my friend <<light Jasmin>>: <<s Jasmin>>YES!!! The BLACK New World Order will always win! And the more the merrier :P<</s>> Woah, my friend is liking this! <<if $blackonly.has("Propaganda Jasmin Unknown")>>I wonder how she'd react once she knows that I'm the person behind this account!<<else>>Her support of the post reassures me that she's loving what I'm doing. She'd be proud for sure.<</if>><<else>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/5.jpg" "Numbers Guide the Future">><</if>>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Prop 6") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Prop 6" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/2.jpg" "Story in a Few Parts">>There was a message that needed to be shared, something that I knew would get reactions. Traction is important, and I needed it for my page. I made an important post, arrogant and offensive. And it paid off, comments ouring in, in support and in argument against. One that stood out to me was <<light Jasmin>>'s comment: <<s Jasmin>>Once you go black, you never go back! Ask me ;)<</s>> //My friend was truly enjoying the posts I was creating!// <<else>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/2.jpg" "Story in a Few Parts">><</if>>

<<if $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 1") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Inspo 1" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/9.jpg" "Reblogging Support">> In looking for inspiration, I've stumbled upon the post of an account I'd already seen before, <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>>, calling for reblogs. And indeed, I'd support what they were asking for. A more diverse world means a world with interracial couplings, right? <<linkreplace "Repost the picture">><<add "bbcworld" 1>>Just like I should, I reposted the picture, adding a comment of my own: <<s Author>>Through continued support, we'd create a Better New World Order. #BNWO<</s>> As expected, showing my success, comments arguing against my support of the page came out against me. Fuck them all. <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 2") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Inspo 2" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>> As I looked at what to post today, searching for inspiration, I received a couple of <<link "messages from Jasmin">><<set $jasminmessage to 8>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("JasminMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>. <<elseif $blackonly.has("BNWO Inspo 2") and $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 2 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Inspo 2 Seen" 1>><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/13.jpg">> <<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/10.jpg">> Two drastically different posts, each with a compeltely different rhetoric. One supporting a diverse world, a beautiful hopeful post, albeit sexual. The other just calling out someone as race traitor. I felt like I was at a crossroads, having to make a decision on whether or not to support the <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> post or fight against the <<s Eric>>Anti-BNWO<</s>> Post... Thought my social media knowledge told me to give more attention to the kind of posts that I'd want to see more of. Engagement raise numbers. <div id='choices'><<dark "Answer the hateful post" " My media knowledge teaches me against that.">> <<link "Boost the loving BNWO post">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/10.jpg">>I could have bashed the other post, calling out their use of imagery as a gooner's dream fuel, calling them out for watching interracial porn and looking for the perfect footage to attack the diversity of the new world order. I preferred instead to boost our movement's own posts, showing a truly beautiful diverse world. And looking at the naughty footage that <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> had used, I felt myself slowly wetten at the prospect that this would be a possible future, and a future that I was helping bring along. A strong black man, a soft white boy, a beautiful black goddess, and an attractive white woman... How pretty!<</replace>><</link>></div> <<elseif $blackonly.count("BNWO Inspo 3") is 0>><<pickup $blackonly "BNWO Inspo 3" 1>><<add "bnwopropaganda" 1>> In my new BNWO account's DMs, I had received quite the interesting proposal from <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> themselves. <<s Jerome>>We appreciate the work that you've been putting into the BNWO and creating a more diverse world.<</s>> their message said, <<s Jerome>>We'd like to offer you the chance to share a post of your making on our account, a chance for you to gain true traction.<</s>> It was an opportunity not to be passed. <<s Jerome>>If you can, please create a post that is an answer to this stupid meme from the butthurt white bois at<</s>> "<<s Eric>>Anti-BNWO<</s>>" <<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/15.jpg" "A Butthurt Post">> If I am to write something that will truly gain me traction and make the followers of <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> like me, I'd need to go all out. Or should I remain true to the image I've been growing for my page instead? <div id='choices'><<link "Go all out">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 20>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to create a double post answering their dumb rhetoric, their close-minded questions, leaning into the image of the BNWO that "<<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>>" had created, and gloryfying the diversity they look to promote, leaning into the taboo aspect of it all. <<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/8.jpg" "Comparison Much?">> An initial post to set the pace, answering their exact question... And then another to truly drive the point home, showing exactly how much of a difference there is. I couldn't deny to myself that I was getting turned on by the visuals I used in the second post. <<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/12.jpg" "Even more Comparison">> There was no comparison between the two, and my post showed it. Butthurt white bois be damned. The BNWO will succeed.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Moderaton is key">><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#choices">><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/8.jpg" "A Small Comparison">>Sure, I'd lean into the kind of content that <<s Jerome>>Modern BNWO<</s>> usually creates, but I didn't need to offend and go even further. An adequate answer to the exact question asked by the dumb boys at <<s Eric>>Anti-BNWO<</s>>. The world will discover diversity, one step at a time.<</replace>><</link>></div> <</if>>

<<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/14.jpg" "The Post where it all Started">> The initial post, where everything started for me, where the idea for the account came up, stood etched in front of me on the screen. Would I do the right thing here and now? With the time I have taken to make all of my other posts, I have gathered quite the intensive knowledge, quite the interesting rhetoric. I knew I had the right answer to such a post now. An answer that will surely have an interesting impact on my friend, but that would also benefit the BNWO greatly. I was an agent of change, and change was about to be introduced: <<linkreplace "White Genocide">><<pichead "social-media/bnwo-propaganda/7.jpg" "Words are Important">>This is indeed what this so called, feared, white genocide, looks like. This is the hateful, heavy rhetoric that this entire <<s Eric>>Anti-BNWO<</s>> is standing on. They're fighting not in suport of something, but rather against something else. Against diversity and a more welcoming world. Say all you want, there was a clear distinctive way they were using language to their advantage. There was no genocide, only evolution. And in using that word to describe what was happening to our white race, they were weakening that word. Either that or empowering the more powerful black men in their own actions, admitting that they are being wiped out instead of simply admitting their own weaknesses. Maybe through that they deserve to be wiped out? Maybe that's what has always been their fear, and in their actions they've only pushed it further?? Such a weak rhetoric, such a weak and hateful argument... Maybe it does deserve the intimidation it's been experiencing? Maybe it does deserve its genocide. Words are important. Maybe these white bois should keep being called exactly that: bois. Weak, pathetic, incapable white bois. <<link "Move along" "Management">><</link>><</linkreplace>>

<h2>CAMBUNNY</h2> This has not yet been implemented in the game, but great job on corrupting the character this much! Your parents must be proud <3 <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Phone Feed").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<b>0.4.1</b> October 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> 1 Leo Friendship Milestone Event 1 Jasmin Friendship Milestone Event 1 Eric Cuck Milestone Event 2 Eva Bimbo Milestone Events 1 Eva Sub Milestone Event (S&M) 1 Dom Milestone Event (S&M) 2 BBC World Milestone Events (S&M) 2 Bisex Milestone Events (S&M) 2 S&M Work Introduction Events 4 S&M Work Training Events 6 New Leo Workout Scenes 5 New Social Media Milestone Conversations 5 New Social Media Brand Events 4 New Athletics marker scenes 37 New Dream Scenes 12 New BNWO Posting Scenes 1 New Patreon Jamila Scene 1 New Patreon Maria Scene (S&M) <u>Technical Updates:</u> Keyboard Navigation Code by HiEv Introduced (Adapted by Lady Alexa for the game - thank you loads!) More visuals! (file size from 256MB to ) <u>Stats:</u> 4350196 Characters 628709 Words <b>0.4.0</b> September 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Leo 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Eric 5 Mid-Friendship Milestone Events (2 for Eric, 1 for Jasmin, 2 for Leo) New hangout location at park with unique events. 1 New Valentine Storyline leading to ending the night with Eva and Leo. 1 New Valentine path (ask Eric to help with Eva) 4 New Subdom Scenes 7 New Saturday Jogging Scenes, revamped interface. 12 New Eva Workout Events (+3 random mini-scenes) 43 New dream scenes to reflect the character's progression 7 New Creamart Work Scenes 2 New Patreon Jamila Scenes <u>Technical Updates:</u> Completely removed grind between friendship or story milestones. Fixed valentine scenes and navigation Fixed a bug that blocked off Yara Study Sessions More visuals! (file size from 220MB to 256MB) <u>Stats:</u> 3824990 Characters 550254 Words <b>0.3.4</b> August 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Additional Transitory Scenes for friendships 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Eva 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Yara 2 Cucking Milestone Events for Eric HRC Arc 1 Completed (Choice between Advisors) Social Media Milestone Posts in multiple stats (10 posts total) 1 Month of Random Social Media Posts (10 Posts) 4 Friday Classes (Per class: 2-3 Versions, Premeeting, Study Session) <u>Technical Updates:</u> Multiple bugfixes Multiple pictures and videos added (file size jumped from 163MB to 220MB) <u>Stats:</u> 3522146 Characters 502810 Words <b>0.3.3</b> July 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Yara 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Eva 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Leo 2 Friendship Milestone Events for Jasmin 1 Friendship Milestone Event for Eric HRC Feminism Arc (3 events - 17 new scenes) Additional Transitory Scenes for friendships Slifire "Good Girl" Storyline improved and grown (3 new scenes) <u>QoL Updates:</u> Social Media Posting Objectives Overhaul <u>Technical Updates:</u> Multiple bugfixes Hanging out with friends now counts for double the friendship gain Multiple pictures and videos added (file size jumped from 149MB to 163MB) <u>Stats:</u> 3230100 Characters 460404 Words <b>0.3.2</b> June 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> 2 months of Social media posts (20 posts) New Year's Eve and Winter Break implemented. (1 week worth of prelude content) 11 different Winter "Bad" Ends. New Openness Milestone (Boob Enhancement) 5 scenes in new "Good Girl" Storyline 2 Eva Smarts Milestone Events 1 Eva Sub Milestone Event <u>QoL Updates:</u> Improved the info tab for the stats. Improved wardrobe and buying system. Implemented Tutorial in Winter Break. New location: Plasticity <u>Technical Updates:</u> Multiple bugfixes Valentine Jump Improved the Game Introduction in Character Creation and Content Toggle. Multiple pictures and videos added (file size jumped from 149MB to 163MB) <u>Stats:</u> 2777241 Characters 396862 Words <b>0.3.1</b> May 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Third Month of Group Project Scenes Added (4 classes and 3 events - 3 variations each) Third Month of mid-week classes Added (12 classes with variations and some additional scenes) Leo Femininity Milestone Special Event <u>QoL Updates:</u> Improved the info tab for the stats. <u>Technical Updates:</u> Bugfixes in multiple places. Mid-Game Jump <u>Stats:</u> 2422936 Characters 354658 Words <b>0.3.0</b> April 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> All classes for January and February are now included in the game. (by adding a class before the Bekham decision where you talk to Yara about the old teacher and one after the Bekham decision where you either meet Ms. Tarnipp or get to know your duties as Teacher's Assistant) Friendship Milestone event for Yara Friendship Milestone event for Jasmin Friendship Milestone event for Leo, and 3 Femininity/Masculinity Milestone Events for him 1 Friendship Milestone events for Eric, and 2 Cucking Milestone events for him 2 Friendship Milestone events for Eva, and 4 Submissive Milestone events for her and 3 Smarts Milestone events for her. Completed the Yara Track Meet Events (9 unique scenes) 22 Character Milsetone Events or Scenes (Athletics - Openees - Subdom - BBCWorld - Bisexuality - SexSkill) Finished the first arc of the HRC Events (1 last BLM Event and 1 last LGBT Event) <u>QoL Updates:</u> New personalized character portrait. Character Info now has all possible scenes with them pointed out to keep track of your progress. The sex store is now accessible with progression scenes tied to it introduced. The Beauty Parlor has now been introduced. No scenes are related to it just yet. <u>Technical Updates:</u> Fixed the phone design entirely, allowing it to be opened even outside of the house. Migrated the schedule to the phone, and added the changelog and disclaimers to it. Fixed the messaging system and links to better fit the new phone design. Recoded all of the scenes to keep track of changes for future updates. Fixed display and colors. <u>Stats:</u> 1961507 Characters 284698 Words <b>0.2.4</b> March 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Valentine Event fully completed (incl 5 new Hookups, Leo's storyline, and Yara and Eva's naughty scene), bringing the total for that one larger event to 60K words. Debate Club Scenes for first 2 months written (Introduction - 6 Fallacies - Conversation with Eva) Leo Workout Scenes reworked with 3 new storylines (11 new scenes, including a femininity/masculinity milestone) HRC LGBT Event 2 Scenes Added. New random Work scenes (6 new scenes to encounter) <u>QoL Updates:</u> Random scenes in 4 new locations: Mall, Gym, Park, Library, bringing it to a total of 32 new mini-scenes for flair. Introduced Park Locations Hub for better work for future storylines. Included icons definitions and gameplay explanation (Info Page). Introduced light/dark mode switch. <u>Technical Updates:</u> Improved friends' display and interactions screens. Introduced 2 new widgets for better coding. Spread the characters tab from the Home screen amongst characters in the Right Side UI. Added pictures for all events. Recoded parts of the scenes to keep track of changes for future updates. Fixed display and colors - more work to be done later. <u>Stats:</u> 1565247 Characters 226883 Words <b>0.2.3</b> February 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Friendship milestone event for Yara Friendship milestone event for Eva Friendship milestone event for Eric 2 Friendship milestone events for Leo HRC BLM Event 2 Finished (Added missing scenes) HRC LGBT Event 1 Added Classes for month 2 (12 new scenes added) Valentine Event (11 scenes pre-event & full party implemented) <u>Technical Updates:</u> "Objectives" dialog has been improved and updated with all present content. Bug fixes for story elements not showing. Cream Art Training now has hints based on MC's smarts stat. <u>Stats:</u> 1258191 Characters 179792 Words <b>0.2.2</b> January 2024 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Friendship milestone event for Yara (Patreon Vote) Friendship milestone event for Eva (Patreon Vote) HRC BLM Event 2 added (Discord Vote) Second Month of Mr Bekham scenes added (2 new scenes) Second month of Group Project Content added (20 new scenes with at times up to 16 variations depending on stats) <u>Technical Updates:</u> "Objectives" dialog has been improved and updated with all present content. Bug fixes for story elements not showing Improved display, more work to be done <u>Stats:</u> 840658 Characters 115595 Words <b>0.2.1</b> Mid-December 2023 Release - Bug Fix <u>Technical Updates:</u> The date-time widget has been fixed. <b>0.2.0</b> December 2023 Release <u>Story Update:</u> Yara's First Hangout Meeting Eric - the middle school friend 2 Friendship milestone events for Jasmin Workouts with Leo Work at creamart revamped (including training) HRC reworked (+management system implemented) <u>Slice of Life Updates:</u> Improved school random events - more planned With arousal high enough, you can now masturbate at home with random scenes. 9 different BNWO Instagram posts to interact with + 1 random HRC SM post <u>Technical Updates:</u> <b>Pictures now can open across platforms (linux compatibility)</b> Worn clothes impact looks Unowned clothes no longer appear in the wardrobe Reworked the corruption stat A new "Characters" dialog to keep track of changes "Objectives" dialog has been improved and updated with all present content. <u>Stats</u> 562855 Characters 74042 Words <b>0.1.0</b> Initial Release - November 2023 <u>Story Update:</u> First Month of classes content Management Screen Fully functional First Month of HRC content First Month of Group Project content <u>Technical Updates:</u> Fully functional instagram feed Fully functional wardrobe system Fully functional activities system - no random scenes yet

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<<pichead "royalty-header.gif" "Thank you!">> <center>Thank you for playing this game! You've reached the potential end of content for <span style="color:#E94F2E;">v0.4.0</span> as there are no longer classes. Unless you see some friendship milestones that are still blank, you should consider yourselves having seen everything. This here and now would be the perfect point for you to <<link "save your game!">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</link>>. As you can see, some aspects of the game have yet to be completely filled out so far, but work is being done on doing so within the next couple of updates. While saving here will help you out, you'll need to click the link below this coming and to loop back to an earlier point in the game, as this moment here oversteps the Spring Break Content. Worry not, finally, your game saves will be compatible with upcoming updates. While the story will not make much sense, at least you've not lost whatever progress you've made. Now, allow me to take this time for some shameless advertising! My game is still in active development, and it is only through the support of my <a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon">Patreon Members</a> that I am able to continue working on it and keep growing it. Consider supporting me today for the low price of 5$, truly every penny counts! Now, if you have a storyline in mind that you absolutely need to see, and want to make sure it happens in game, a character you want to add or whateer else your imagination comes up with, you're welcome to become a Prom Royalty for the low price of 45$. With that amount, you truly start to hve control over the game. A Prom Lordship subscription will allow you to add an exclusive dream sequence to the game, so you might want to check that out <3 So truly, if you have the money to spare and want to see the game keep growing, head over to my <a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon">Patreon Page</a> and show your support. In all honesty, you doing so could potentially save my life. Click the link below to loop back to an earlier point in the game (date only) to save up on future grind: <<link "This is the link">><<set $gameDate to new Date(2024, 2, 4, 7, 1); /*Mar 4, 7:01AM */>><<pickup $friendsevents "Notice 0.4.0" 1>><<goto "Management">><</link>></center>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/flower-lips.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@artnoonk'': Check out this drawing I did earlier today! I had a lot of fun working with layers of red to create this beautiful look, making sure to add a beautiful taste of personal feelings. I hope you like it, don't forget to like, comment, and share!</div><<comment "randomdude101">>Absolutely beautiful drawing! Very deep!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>I love the mixing of colors, great job!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Amazing picture! Make sure to tag us on @art.by.fart for a share!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Am I really the only person who's seeing this?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment2 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked2 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked2 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked2 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment2 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'this is beautiful!'>><<set $comment2 to "this is beautiful!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Can't help but feel there's something hidden here...">><<set $comment2 to "Can't help but feel there's something hidden here...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link '@playfulbanter I see it too. Hot!'>><<set $comment2 to "@playfulbanter I see it too. Hot!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/valentine.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/ladyinred.png">''@lady_in_red'': Had a blast modeling for @bouquetloving 's latest shoot. Thank you @bradnovenpik for the guidance and the awesome pictures you took. You know where you can find more pics! #model #instamodel #creative #flowers #ladyinredart</div> <<comment "madadder">>DM us for commissions!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>Wow! Absolutely stunning. A goddess!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>@eliasrabbo stop being such a simp.<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Thank you everyone for all the love <3! you know where to find more content!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>That red lingerie is top! Do you sell stuff?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment3 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked3 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked3 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked3 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment3 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Where has innocence gone?'>><<set $comment3 to "Where has innocence gone?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><a><<link 'Beautiful bouquet @bouquetloving !'>><<set $comment3 to "Beautiful bouquet @bouquetloving !">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></a><<link "That's an amazing picture! The matching red lingerie is a nice touch!">><<set $comment3 to "That's an amazing picture! The matching red lingerie is a nice touch!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/africainsta.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jasmin.jpg">''@jasmintheflower18'': Africa has long been on the forefront of Human Rights. We need to get with the times and follow their lead or be lost to the annals of history.</div><<comment "loverboy22">>This kind of propaganda is what's wrong with this world.<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>How can I help?<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>@loverboy22 stop this useless fight. Why are you afraid to follow the New World Order?<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>I agree!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment6 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment6<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked6 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<set $liked6 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><<set $liked6 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"><path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /></svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment6 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "What's the point of this?">><<set $comment6 to "What's the point of this?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment6<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 2>><</link>></a><a><<link 'This is useless honestly'>><<set $comment6 to "This is useless honestly">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment6<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "Jasmin" 1>><</link>></a><<link 'Caption is correct. We need to follow their lead.'>><<set $comment6 to "Caption is correct. We need to follow their lead.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment6<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "Jasmin" 1>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/blminsta.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/randomblack.jpg">''@theblackstallion: This is black history month. Keep making history. #BLM #Activism #Change <<comment "loverboy22">>We need to fight so that our children won't have to.<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>It is our duty and privilege to fight for people whose rights were stollen from them.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>All lives matter!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>The #BLM movement is a fake movement that hides black supremacy ideology. Wake up people!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@playfulbanter conspiracy much?">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "@playfulbanter conspiracy much?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "People deserve to live. All lives matter.">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "People deserve to live. All lives matter.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "#OBLM">><<add "bbcworld" 2>><<set _comment to "#OBLM">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/tomboy-ellis.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/ellis.jpg">''@monarchellis'': Some people have fashion, others have style, and I got it all. #theythem #NB #NBfashion #tomboy #genderless</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Yeah I'm into that for sure!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Hey what kinda people are you into?<</comment>> <<comment "jasmintheflower18">>That's some #BDE right there!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Fellas is it gay if I smash?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "bisex" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "@playfulbanter why care about labels?">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "@playfulbanter why care about labels?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "That's so confusing. Why are there 50 genders nowadays?">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 2>><<less "bisex" 2>><<set _comment to "That's so confusing. Why are there 50 genders nowadays?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "I like your sense of style! It's unique! #transishot">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "I like your sense of style! It's unique! #transishot">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/peach3.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@yaratheathlete'': I might be a great runner, but I'll have you fetching my balls for me. #workout #gymlife #gymbabe #athlete</div><<comment "melissabeauty">>Prettyyy<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>We'll see who'll fetch whose balls by the end.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I have some balls that you can fetch with your mouth.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Red is your color">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Red is your color">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "These comments are disgusting.">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "These comments are disgusting.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Yeah I'd probably be your ball girl...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set _comment to "Yeah I'd probably be your ball girl...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/peach4.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@yaratheathlete'': If I was you, I'd wanna be me too. #model #athlete #mirror #doubletrouble</div><<comment "evalovekiss">>You're hot af<</comment>> <<comment "mr_carter">>If only you'd had a twin.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>You'd make a great model if you put your mind to it. Contact me +777 72 685 9377<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Y'all know she'd be into self-cest.<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "Yara" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Mirror mirror on the wall... You're looking at the sexiest of them all!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Yara" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Mirror mirror on the wall... You're looking at the sexiest of them all!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "I'm seeing doubles...">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "I'm seeing doubles...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "I wish I was your mirror so I'd get to see you every day!">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "I wish I was your mirror so I'd get to see you every day!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/belle3.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': Thought I'd post something different. What do you think of my wig?</div><<comment "loverboy22">>You're hot af<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Pretty girl!<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Was she always that hot?<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Love seeing you accept your uniqueness!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Love seeing you accept your uniqueness!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Could do with better lighting...">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Could do with better lighting...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Pink hair and a naughty attitude suits you better.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<set _comment to "Pink hair and a naughty attitude suits you better.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/belle4.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': New phone, who dis?</div><<comment "loverboy22">>You're so pretty!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>When's the OF?<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Can I get your number?<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "You're doing so well!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "You're doing so well!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Finally! My girl is starting to dress up!">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "Finally! My girl is starting to dress up!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "This is your perfect look.">><<add "Eva" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "This is your perfect look.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/alina-2.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/angela.jpg">''@alinali'': Which one would you ride? #me_or_the_bugatti</div><<comment "loverboy22">>You any time of day<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Cool pic! Send to @naughtynaughty for a promotion!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I'd take you to dinner and shower you with compliments. Please notice me!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>I'd do you both. The exhaust pipe sure is something on this one!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<comment "player">>_comment<</comment>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Why choose?">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Why choose?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Love the curves and the ride. The girl isn't bad too.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Love the curves and the ride. The girl isn't bad too.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Head cheerleader for a reason!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Head cheerleader for a reason!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/peach1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@yaratheathlete'': My loyal companion Ollie just got his shower today! #dogs #instadogs #athlete</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Cute boy<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Ollie's cool, his owner is cooler!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Woof Woof<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Cute Ollie'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Cute Ollie">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "@geekyblinders you're right!">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "@geekyblinders you're right!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Dog pics are the best kind of pics!'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Dog pics are the best kind of pics!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/peach2.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/yara.jpg">''@yaratheathlete'': Work out till you drop, then keep working out! #workout #gymlife #gymbabe #athlete</div><<comment "loverboy22">>You're hot af<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>That's some awesome activity!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I know something that will give you a good workout!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "I'm so jealous!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "I'm so jealous!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Shorts are riding a bit high...">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Shorts are riding a bit high...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "You're an inspiration">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><<set _comment to "You're an inspiration">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bulge-in-light.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jerome.jpg">''@jjthestud'': Good morning world</div><<comment "lady_in_red">>I see something I like...<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>You put us all to shame!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Should this be allowed here?<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Pass, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "I spy with my little eye... Something big!">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "I spy with my little eye... Something big!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@lisathesexy1997'': Don't drop behind or I might just have to let you go. #crazy #let's_go #egirl</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I would never drop you bbgirl<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>All y'all simps need to get a life<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Omg you're absolutely glowing girl!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "player">>$comment1<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked1 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked1 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked1 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'girl you rock!'>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "girl you rock!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'This is disgusting. Unfollowed!'>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "This is disgusting. Unfollowed!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Wow! Love the style!'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "Wow! Love the style!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/aheago.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/aheago.jpg">''@melissabeauty'': Do you think my tongue is pretty? #aheago #egirl #model</div><<comment "eliasrabbo">>I would treat you like a princess every day of the week!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>This is an awesome #aheago face! tag @aheagobeauties for a special shoutout!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>You look like that one occult hentai character. I'm in love.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next? <</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment4 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked4 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked4 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked4 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment4 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "What's the point of this?">><<set $comment4 to "What's the point of this?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "arousal" 10>><</link>></a><a><<link 'Cute pic.'>><<set $comment4 to "Cute pic">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Inspiring! I love this!'>><<set $comment4 to "Inspiring! I love this!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/sorority.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/melissa.png">''@melissabeauty'': With the girls. They have my heart! #sorority #betaphiomega</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Beauties!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Love you moreee <3333 <</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Wish I was in a sorority...<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Kiss marry kill? @eliasrabbo<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment5 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment5<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked5 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked5 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked5 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment5 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Girls! You look amazing!'>><<set $comment5 to "Girls! You look amazing!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment5<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>></a></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/belle1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': Felt pretty, might delete later.</div><<comment "peachysport">>Cute<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Always pretty">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Always pretty">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Beautiful">><<set _comment to "Beautiful">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "Makeup saves lives">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "Makeup saves lives">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/belle2.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/eva.jpg">''@evalovekiss'': Went out yesterday night, the food was amazing!</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Show us the food!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>I recognize this place!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I'll feed you something big.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Sexy as always!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "Eva" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Sexy as always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Could do better">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<set _comment to "Could do better">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "You're obviously in a coffee shop :P">><<add "smarts" 1>><<less "Eva" 1>><<add "evasub" 1>><<less "evasmarts" 1>><<set _comment to "You're obviously in a coffee shop :P">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/random-jan1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/melissa.png">''@melissabeauty'': Spending time in the park is always a good idea. #nature #beauty #change</div><<comment "loverboy22">>So pretty<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "This is art">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "This is art">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Looks fake #photoshop">><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Looks fake #photoshop">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/alina-1.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/angela.jpg">''@alinali'': Let them eat cake #model #fashion #instagirl</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I love everything about you!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>This one's for the boys!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Girls belong in heels<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Gorgeous!!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Gorgeous!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Stunning!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Stunning!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "The true definition of beauty!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "The true definition of beauty!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pickup $social "Insta March 1 Seen" 1>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><video loop autoplay src="images/social-media/tiktok-dancing1.mp4" width='100%'></video></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@lisathesexy1997'': Dance the night away :P</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Love the moves.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>That face she makes. That's the face she makes when she's riding me.<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Dancing vids are so in!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>There's plenty more where that came from!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Dancing vids are a shame to society">><<set _comment to "Dancing vids are a shame to society">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Looking so good!!!">><<add "open" 1>><<set _comment to "Looking so good!!!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "I gotta learn these moves, wow!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "I gotta learn these moves, wow!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<<pickup $social "Insta March 2 Seen" 1>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><video loop autoplay src="images/social-media/tiktok-dancing2.mp4" width='100%'></video></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/melissa.jpg">''@melissabeauty'': Caught without a shirt too. Wow.</div><<comment "geekyblinders">><</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>I see you're into dancing too! Collab sometime?<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Hottie and a naughtie. What a combo!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Inspirational!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Blondes have the most fun.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "That made me cheerful ;)">><<add "smarts" 1>><<set _comment to "That made me cheerful ;)">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Blue and blonde, a killer combo!">><<set _comment to "Blue and blonde, a killer combo!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Is it wrong that I feel hot right now?">><<add "arousal" 20>><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Is it wrong that I feel hot right now?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post3.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/will.jpg">''<<print "@will_be_big">>'': Just hanging out with the bro at the gym. Come say hi, we'll have fun building a French Tower.</div> <<comment "playfulbanter">>The BIG A if you catch his drift!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Coming right up!<</comment>> <<comment "jasmintheflower18">>I want a taste of that!<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>@jasmintheflower18 you're mine and only mine babe.<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>The boys are in the house!!<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>Leave some for us!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "My oh my am I enjoying this!">><<add "arousal" 10>><<set _comment to "My oh my am I enjoying this!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "And you wonder why I like melanin!">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "And you wonder why I like melanin!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "That's the reason I work out!">><<add "open" 1>><<set _comment to "That's the reason I work out!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post4.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/jerome.jpg">''@theblackhottie'': You wake up and find me leaning over like that, what do you do?</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Grab em by the pussy!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">><</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Turn you over and show you love.<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Keep dreaming because you're obviously a mirage!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>you.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Try to catch my breath!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "Try to catch my breath!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "That pic is fantastic!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "That pic is fantastic!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Worship your perfection!">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Worship your perfection!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post5.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/jerome.jpg">''@jaystone'': I heard bros were showing off. Here's us ladies.</div> <<comment "will_be_big">>You know where to find us #hottestmenintown<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Oh to be with you both at the same time... I'm dreaming of it!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Double the trouble and double the fun. Count me in!<</comment>> <<comment "jasmintheflower18">>All these white girls attracted to their bodies. It's only natural!<</comment>> <<comment "samusamu">>Chocolate is winning.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Chocolate is the tastiest treat!">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Chocolate is the tastiest treat!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "I'm feeling like having something sweet...">><<add "open" 1>><<set _comment to "I'm feeling like having something sweet...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Thirsty much?">><<less "Jerome" 1>><<less "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Thirsty much?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post6.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/ladyinred.jpg">''<<print "@lady_in_red">>'': Lie to me or lie with me, either way give me the attention I deserve!</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>Not gonna lie, you're a hottie!<</comment>> <<comment "melissabeauty">>You don't need AI to be pretty. #allnatural<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Maybe I should consider red for myself too...<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>A true hottie!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Red is your color!">><<set _comment to "Red is your color!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "I see red, like a heart on fire!">><<add "bisex" 1>><<set _comment to "I see red, like a heart on fire!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Idk it looks a bit fake...">><<less "open" 1>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "Idk it looks a bit fake...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post7.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/melissa.jpg">''@melissabeauty'': I started delving in the world of modelling. What are you waiting for to join?</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>The composition is amazing. Reminds me of that one cult movie called Blade Runner. Have you seen it?<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>@geekyblinders what a nerd.<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Promote your picture on @whoresofinstafuckedraw<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Sexy sexy sexy!<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>I'd do you.<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "I don't know if it's the colors or you, but I love everything about this pic!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _comment to "I don't know if it's the colors or you, but I love everything about this pic!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "This pic makes me thirsty...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<set _comment to "This pic makes me thirsty...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You inspire us to do the same!">><<add "open" 1>><<set _comment to "You inspire us to do the same!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post8.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/roy.jpg">''@playfulbanter'': A nice little picture I caught on my trip to the desert. Stop saying I didn't actually go there! #squint #parody</div><<comment "geekyblinders">>I spy with my little eye... SEX!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Distasteful.<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Ok that's actually pretty funny.<</comment>> <<comment "loverboy22">>I'd do you like the desert does itself babe @transbabe<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "This is obviously porn, right?">><<set _comment to "This is obviously porn, right?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Ok but maybe you shouldn't look too much into it...">><<set _comment to "Ok but maybe you shouldn't look too much into it...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "I kinda like what I see...">><<add "open" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<set _comment to "I kinda like what I see...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-post9.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm-roy.jpg">''@geekyblinders'': Finally, a #facereveal</div> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Freaking sigma geek :P<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>White bois can only look good with too much effort. What a weeb!<</comment>> <<comment "earique">>Looking good bro!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "SIGMA fail.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "SIGMA fail.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You're a skibidi toilet looking dumbass.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<set _comment to "You're a skibidi toilet looking dumbass.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Hey that's actually a good looking dude. I like this look!">><<less "smarts" 1>><<set _comment to "Hey that's actually a good looking dude. I like this look!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><img src="images/social-media/march-postellis.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/ellis.jpg">''@monarchellis'': Neither here, nor there. Non-binary is neither balck, nor white, and doesn't have to be any shade of grey. But it always is hot and sexy.</div> <<comment "melissabeauty">>Freaking hot!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>I'm into that hair! Looks awesome!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">> Trans is hot. No denying that!<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Ellis you're looking awesome. Leave some of the ladies for us!<</comment>> <<comment "monarchellis">>@eliocoffee I can't promise that :P<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Turning heads always!">><<add "smarts" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<set _comment to "Turning heads always!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "You're making me revisit things...">><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set _comment to "You're making me revisit things...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Definitely a hot dude amongst mere mortals.">><<add "open" 1>><<add "Ellis" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<less "subdom" 1>><<set _comment to "Definitely a hot dude amongst mere mortals.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smath25" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta25-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smath25" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta25-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smath25caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Let's work out together sometime <3</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smath25caption" 2>><i></i>How'd you like me now?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smath25caption" 3>><i></i>Are you feeling me?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Athletics 25 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $smath25 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta25-1.jpg"><<elseif $smath25 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta25-2.jpg"><<add "athletics" 1>><<add "Yara" 1>><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smath25caption is 1>>Let's work out together sometime <3<<elseif $smath25caption is 2>>How'd you like me now?<<elseif $smath25caption is 3>>Are you feeling me?<</if>></div><<comment "loverboy22">>Hot!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Yeah that's a hot girl!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Gym's showing on you. Keep it up.<</comment>> <<if $smath25 is "b">><<comment "peachysport">>The hottest one out there!<</comment>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src="images/social-media/me/insta10.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': Your local schoolgirl.</div><<comment "earique">>School with you is loads of fun!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>@earique a true simp!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Still in school? Damn that 18 year old is hot af!<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$sm30" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta30-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm30" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta30-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm30" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta30-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm30caption" 1 checked>><i></i>All dressed up for our date.</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm30caption" 2>><i></i>Feeling naughty in my little dress :P</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm30caption" 3>><i></i>An itty bitty little secret hides...</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 30 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $sm30 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta30-1.jpg"><<elseif $sm30 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta30-2.jpg"><<elseif $sm30 is "c">><span style='color:black;'>''PICTURE UNAVAILABLE!'' YOU BROKE THE TERMS OF USE. NO NUDES ALLOWED ON OUR PLATFORMS!</span><<less "mediasavvy" 1>> <</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm30caption is 1>>All dressed for our date.<<elseif $sm30caption is 2>>Feeling naughty in my little dress :P<<elseif $sm30caption is 3>>An itty bitty little secret hides...<</if>></div><<comment "loverboy22">>Take the dress off!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Show us what's underneath!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Could do better.<</comment>> <<if $sm30 is "b" and $sm30caption is 2 or $sm30caption is 3>><<add "open" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$sm35" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm35" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm35" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm35caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Wanna join me on my workout?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm35caption" 2>><i></i>I'm sheering for you!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm35caption" 3>><i></i>Do you like my new pants?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 35 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $sm35 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-1.jpg"><<elseif $sm35 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-2.jpg"><<elseif $sm35 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta35-3.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm35caption is 1>>Wanna join me on my workout?<<elseif $sm35caption is 2>>I'm sheering for you!<<elseif $sm35caption is 3>>Do you like my new pants?<</if>></div><<comment "transbabe">>Gender envy right there!!<</comment>> <<comment "evalovekiss">>:O<</comment>> <<comment "mr_carter">>Feels homely :P<</comment>> <<if $sm35 is "c">><<add "open" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$sm40" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm40" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm40" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm40caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Always stay sheerful!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm40caption" 2>><i></i>Happiness is a choice!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm40caption" 3>><i></i>All in black <3</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 40 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $sm40 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-1.jpg"><<add "open" 1>><<elseif $sm40 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-2.jpg"><<elseif $sm40 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta40-3.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm40caption is 1>>Always stay sheerful<<elseif $sm40caption is 2>>Happiness is a choice!<<elseif $sm40caption is 3>>All in black <3<</if>></div><<comment "jaystone">>Black suits you!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>I'm definitely sheering for you!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>I've got another black thing for you to wear!<</comment>> <<if $sm40caption is 3>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><img src="images/social-media/me/insta45.jpg" width="50%"> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm45caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Selfies and sexy clothes, that's what the account's about!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm45caption" 2>><i></i>My phone is full of these pictures</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm45caption" 3>><i></i>I wish I had another black thing all over me.</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 45 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src="images/social-media/me/insta45.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm45caption is 1>>Selfies and sexy clothes, that's what the account's about!<<elseif $sm45caption is 2>>My phone is full of these pictures<<elseif $sm45caption is 3>>I wish I had another black thing all over me.<<add "bbcworld" 1>><</if>></div><<comment "jaystone">>Black suits you, and I can be it.<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>One hell of a hot girl, this one.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>This picture made me hard. More like it please.<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><img src="images/social-media/me/insta50.jpg" width="50%"> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm50caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Don't we all love strappy clothes?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm50caption" 2>><i></i>Strap me up and take your pics, I'm your doll babe</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm50caption" 3>><i></i>Criss cross all over my body.</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 50 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src="images/social-media/me/insta50.jpg"></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm50caption is 1>>Don't we all love strappy clothes?<<elseif $sm50caption is 2>>Strap me up and take your pics, I'm your doll babe<<elseif $sm50caption is 3>>Criss cross all over my body.<<add "bbcworld" 1>><</if>></div><<comment "jaystone">>Once you went black, you never went back girl!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Strapping up is a lot of fun indeed!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>Oh babe, you look exquisite!<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$sm20" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm20" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$sm20" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm20caption" 1 checked>><i></i>How's your day going?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm20caption" 2>><i></i>Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$sm20caption" 3>><i></i>I'm feeling good, what about you?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 20 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $sm20 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-1.jpg"><<elseif $sm20 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-2.jpg"><<elseif $sm20 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/insta20-3.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $sm20caption is 1>>How's your day going?<<elseif $sm20caption is 2>>Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?<<elseif $sm20caption is 3>>I'm feeling good, what about you?<</if>></div><<comment "loverboy22">>Looking good!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>I'd tap that.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>@geekyblinders that wouldn't tap you.<</comment>> <<if $sm20 is "c" and $sm20caption is 2>><<add "open" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smop10" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop10" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop10" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop10caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Do you like my baseball hat?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop10caption" 2>><i></i>A curved ball to you babe ;)</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop10caption" 3>><i></i>Undefeated.</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 10 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $smop10 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-1.jpg"><<elseif $smop10 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-2.jpg"><<elseif $smop10 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open10-3.jpg"><<add "open" 1>><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smop10caption is 1>>Do you like my baseball hat?<<elseif $smop10caption is 2>>A curved ball to you babe ;)<<elseif $smop10caption is 3>>Undefeated<</if>></div><<comment "madadder">>Promote your pictures on @baseballsdeep<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Hot and sexy<</comment>> <<comment "socialbutterfly">>Nice workout attire!<</comment>> <<if $smop10 is "c" and $smop10caption is 2>><<add "open" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smop25" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop25" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop25" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop25caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Jailbreak much? I'm over 18!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop25caption" 2>><i></i>These bars aren't curved but something else is!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop25caption" 3>><i></i>What would you do if I was your prisoner?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 25 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $smop25 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-1.jpg"><<elseif $smop25 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-2.jpg"><<elseif $smop25 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open25-3.jpg"><<add "open" 1>><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smop25caption is 1>>Jailbreak much? I'm over 18!<<elseif $smop25caption is 2>>These bars aren't curved but something else is!<<elseif $smop25caption is 3>>What would you do if I was your prisoner?<</if>></div><<comment "transbabe">>Sch beauty does belong behind bars!<</comment>> <<comment "mr_carter">>A hot one I see<</comment>> <<comment "busyman82">>I was wondering why you missed work last time!<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smop45" "a" checked>><img src="images/social-media/me/open45-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop45" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open45-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop45caption" 1 checked>><i></i>The pool's calling. Are you answering?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop45caption" 2>><i></i>Do you like my new swimsuit?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop45caption" 3>><i></i>If you look closely enough, you'll find that I am actually wearing something, you perv!</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 45 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Do not post anything">><<replace "#post">>I have decided not to share any of these naughty pictures... It's just not who I am!<</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"><<add "open" 1>> <ul><<if $smop45 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open45-1.jpg"><<elseif $smop45 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open45-2.jpg"><<elseif $smop45 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open45-3.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smop45caption is 1>>The pool's calling. Are you answering?<<elseif $smop45caption is 2>>Do you like my new swimsuit?<<elseif $smop45caption is 3>>If you look closely enough, you'll find that I am actually wearing something, you perv!<</if>></div><<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Hottie in action!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>The swinsuit is sublime!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>@geekyblinders that wouldn't tap you.<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Our swimsuit company would love you to model for us! Talk to us at @nynestudios<</comment>> <<if $smop45 is "c" and $smop45caption is 2>><<add "open" 1>><</if>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smop55" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop55" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop55" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop55caption" 1 checked>><i></i>Can I be your naughty schoolgirl?</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop55caption" 2>><i></i>Back to school!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop55caption" 3>><i></i>What would you do to me if we were in detention together, alone?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 55 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Do not post anything">><<replace "#post">>I have decided not to share any of these naughty pictures... It's just not who I am!<</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $smop55 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-1.jpg"><<elseif $smop55 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-2.jpg"><<elseif $smop55 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open55-3.jpg"><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smop55caption is 1>><<add "open" 1>>Can I be your naughty schoolgirl?<<elseif $smop55caption is 2>>Back to school!<<elseif $smop55caption is 3>>What would you do to me if we were in detention together, alone?<<add "open" 1>><</if>></div><<comment "loverboy22">>I so want to bend you over, raise that skirt, and respect your boundaries!<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Love the skirt, such vibes!<</comment>> <<comment "peachysport">>That's one hot body right there!<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<div id='post'><label><<radiobutton "$smop65" "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-1.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 1"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop65" "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-2.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 2"></label> <label><<radiobutton "$smop65" "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-3.jpg" width="25%" alt="Option 3"></label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop65caption" 1 checked>><i></i>I'm sorry daddy teacher! I've been a bad student!</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop65caption" 2>><i></i>Some schools just don't know their student's capabilities...</label> <label class="rad"><<radiobutton "$smop65caption" 3>><i></i>Do I look studious to you?</label> <<link "Confirm my choices">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Open 65 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Do not post anything">><<replace "#post">>I have decided not to share any of these naughty pictures... It's just not who I am!<</replace>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><<if $smop65 is "a">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-1.jpg"><<elseif $smop65 is "b">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-2.jpg"><<elseif $smop65 is "c">><img src="images/social-media/me/open65-3.jpg"><<add "open" 1>><</if>></ul></div><div class="col-1"> </div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': <<if $smop65caption is 1>>I'm sorry daddy teacher! I've been a bad student!<<elseif $smop65caption is 2>>Some schools just don't know their student's capabilities...<<elseif $smop65caption is 3>>Do I look studious to you?<</if>></div><<comment "loverboy22">>I'd study you.<</comment>> <<comment "eliocoffee">>Good vibes. You should dress like that at work!<</comment>> <<comment "lisathesexy1997">>Love me a nice schoolgirl!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>That sexy piece of ass deserves an account of its own! Talk to us @instasses<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bbcworld5-post.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg">''@theblmmovement'': You support is ours. Join us today in raising your fist in defiance.</div><<comment "will_be_big">>The BLM shall always live on!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Fight the fight! Post your own pic!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>The more we post, the more awareness we raise!!<</comment>> <div id="comment"></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set _liked to false>><</if>><</listen>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Fighting for the movement is the right thing to do.">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<set _comment to "Fighting for the movement is the right thing to do.">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Black is better.">><<set _comment to "Black is better.">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>_comment<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> This post invited me to create a similar one of my own, and I was interested in making that happen... Would I <<link "join the movement">><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Samuel" 1>><<add "cuck" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "insta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BBC World 5 Post Me").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>>?

<<set _comment to "">><<set _liked to false>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/bbcworld5-me.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/me.jpg">''@butterflown'': I fight for the BLM movement, I fight for equality. Now and always. </div><<comment "will_be_big">>Even your women prefer us over you!<</comment>> <<comment "jaystone">>Respect.<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinder">>Another white girl following the masses.<</comment>> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><nobr><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<include "Like Button">></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content">Don't comment on your own pic!</div></div></div></div></nobr></div></div></div></div>

<<set $visitedinsta to true>><<if $AfricaInsta gt 0 and $AfricaInsta lte 10>><<include "BNWO Insta">><<elseif $HRCInsta is 1 and $likedhrc is false>><<include "HRCInsta">> <<else>><<include "Random Insta">><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Phone Feed").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/diversity-video.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/blminsta.jpg">''@jasmintheflower18'': The world is changing, and change starts with you. Let's create a better and more equal world, brought to you by the students of Egregory High and its HRC <3 #Equality #BlackLivesMatter #BLM #BNWO</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Sweet job you guys!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>What a shame, look where we've reached in the world.<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Wow. Great job!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Who's the girl at 1:02?<</comment>> <<comment "transbabe">>Serve the BNWO!<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $commenthrc is "NA">><<else>><<comment "player">>$commenthrc<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $likedhrc is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $likedhrc to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $likedhrc to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $commenthrc is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Proud to be a part of this <3'>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $commenthrc to "Proud to be a part of this <3">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$commenthrc<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'Thought it would look better!'>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $commenthrc to "Thought it would look better!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$commenthrc<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<if $blackonly is "Statement">><<link '@playfulbanter that is me ;)'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $commenthrc to "@playfulbanter that is me ;)">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$commenthrc<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>><</if>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div>

<h2>MESSENGER</h2><<if $leomessagepre is 1 and $leomessage is 0>><<set $leomessagepre to 0>><<set $leomessage to 3>><</if>> <span class='display: inline'><<if $leomessage > 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LeoMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><a data-passage="LeoMessages" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="No Messages Yet" disabled><img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $evamessage > 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EvaMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><a data-passage="EvaMessages" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="No Messages Yet" disabled><img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $yaramessage > 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("YaraMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><a data-passage="YaraMessages" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="No Messages Yet" disabled><img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $jasminmessage > 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("JasminMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><a data-passage="JasminMessages" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="No Messages Yet" disabled><img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $ericmessage > 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EricMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><a data-passage="EricMessages" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="No Messages Yet" disabled><img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $blackonly.has('Statement') and $blackonlymessage.count('Statement') is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/randomblack.jpg' width='100px'>">><<set $randommessage to 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RandomMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<pickup $blackonlymessage "Statement" 1>><</link>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><<else>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Phone") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 5 Option 3") is 0>><<link "<img src='images/character/slifire.jpg' width='100px' style='border-radius: 50%'>">><<set $slifirenotif to false>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<if $slifirenotif is true>><img style="position:relative; right:16px; bottom: 84px" src="images/icons/notification.png"><</if>><</if>></span> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Phone Feed").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<<script>>$(".ui-dialog-titlebar").hide(); $(".ui-dialog").addClass("customclass"); $(".ui-dialog-titlebar").removeClass("ui-widget-header");<</script>><<set $mediasavvyweek to true>> <<if $visitedinsta is false>><<linkreplace "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='80px' title='Instagram'>">><<set $visitedinsta to true>><<if $AfricaInsta gt 0 and $AfricaInsta lte 10>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Insta").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $HRCInsta is 1 and $likedhrc is false>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HRCInsta").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan" and $SocialMediaJan.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaJan.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb" and $SocialMediaFeb.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaFeb.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" and $SocialMediaMar.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaMar.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" and $SocialMediaApr.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaApr.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<else>><a data-passage="Instagram" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Nothing New Today" disabled><img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='80px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><</linkreplace>><<elseif $visitedinsta is true>><a data-passage="Instagram" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Already Visited Today" disabled><img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='80px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<if $corruption gte 100>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='80px' title='Cambunny'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Cambunny").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><a data-passage="Cambunny" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Corruption below 100" disabled><img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='80px' style='border-radius: 10%; filter:grayscale(100%)'></button></a><</if>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/messaging app.png' width='80px' title='Messenger'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<if $leomessage >0 or $evamessage >0 or $yaramessage >0 or $jasminmessage >0 or $ericmessage > 0>><span style="position:relative; right:30px; bottom: 70px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<link "<img src='images/icons/calendar.png' width='80px' title='Schedule'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Schedule").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/icons/changelog.png' width='80px' title='Changelog'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Changelog", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Changelog").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/icons/disclaimer.jpg' width='80px' title='Disclaimers'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Disclaimers", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Disclaimers").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <div id='sticky'><<link '<img class="ui-close" src="images/icons/back-phone.png" width="40px" label="Close" style="text-shadow: -5px 5px 5px black;">'>><</link>></div>

<<switch random(1, 6)>> <<case 1>> <div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@lisathesexy1997'': Don't drop behind or I might just have to let you go. #crazy #let's_go #egirl</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I would never drop you bbgirl<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>All y'all simps need to get a life<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Omg you're absolutely glowing girl!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "player">>$comment1<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked1 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked1 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked1 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'girl you rock!'>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "girl you rock!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'This is disgusting. Unfollowed!'>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "This is disgusting. Unfollowed!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Wow! Love the style!'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "Wow! Love the style!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<case 2>> <div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/flower-lips.webp"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@artnoonk'': Check out this drawing I did earlier today! I had a lot of fun working with layers of red to create this beautiful look, making sure to add a beautiful taste of personal feelings. I hope you like it, don't forget to like, comment, and share!</div><<comment "randomdude101">>Absolutely beautiful drawing! Very deep!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>I love the mixing of colors, great job!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>Amazing picture! Make sure to tag us on @art.by.fart for a share!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Am I really the only person who's seeing this?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment2 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked2 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked2 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked2 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment2 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'this is beautiful!'>><<set $comment2 to "this is beautiful!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "Can't help but feel there's something hidden here...">><<set $comment2 to "Can't help but feel there's something hidden here...">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><</link>></a><<link '@playfulbanter I see it too. Hot!'>><<set $comment2 to "@playfulbanter I see it too. Hot!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment2<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<case 3>> <div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/valentine.avif"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/character/sm/ladyinred.png">''@lady_in_red'': Had a blast modeling for @bouquetloving 's latest shoot. Thank you @bradnovenpik for the guidance and the awesome pictures you took. You know where you can find more pics! #model #instamodel #creative #flowers #ladyinredart</div> <<comment "madadder">>DM us for commissions!<</comment>> <<comment "eliasrabbo">>Wow! Absolutely stunning. A goddess!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>@eliasrabbo stop being such a simp.<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Thank you everyone for all the love <3! you know where to find more content!<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>That red lingerie is top! Do you sell stuff?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment3 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked3 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked3 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked3 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment3 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Where has innocence gone?'>><<set $comment3 to "Where has innocence gone?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "open" 1>><</link>></a><a><<link 'Beautiful bouquet @bouquetloving !'>><<set $comment3 to "Beautiful bouquet @bouquetloving !">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></a><<link "That's an amazing picture! The matching red lingerie is a nice touch!">><<set $comment3 to "That's an amazing picture! The matching red lingerie is a nice touch!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment3<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<case 4>> <div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/aheago.png"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/aheago.png">''@melissabeauty'': Do you think my tongue is pretty? #aheago #egirl #model</div><<comment "eliasrabbo">>I would treat you like a princess every day of the week!<</comment>> <<comment "madadder">>This is an awesome #aheago face! tag @aheagobeauties for a special shoutout!<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>You look like that one occult hentai character. I'm in love.<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next? <</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment4 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked4 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked4 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked4 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment4 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "What's the point of this?">><<set $comment4 to "What's the point of this?">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<less "arousal" 10>><</link>></a><a><<link 'Cute pic.'>><<set $comment4 to "Cute pic">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Inspiring! I love this!'>><<set $comment4 to "Inspiring! I love this!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment4<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<case 5>> <div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/sorority.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/melissa.png">''@melissabeauty'': With the girls. They have my heart! #sorority #betaphiomega</div><<comment "loverboy22">>Beauties!<</comment>> <<comment "lady_in_red">>Love you moreee <3333 <</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Wish I was in a sorority...<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Kiss marry kill? @eliasrabbo<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment5 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "butterflown">>$comment5<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked5 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked5 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $liked5 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment5 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'Girls! You look amazing!'>><<set $comment5 to "Girls! You look amazing!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment5<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><<add "arousal" 10>><</link>></a></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<case 6>> <<if $hrctotal lt 20>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg">''@lisathesexy1997'': Don't drop behind or I might just have to let you go. #crazy #let's_go #egirl</div><<comment "loverboy22">>I would never drop you bbgirl<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>All y'all simps need to get a life<</comment>> <<comment "will_be_big">>Omg you're absolutely glowing girl!<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Smash, next?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "player">>$comment1<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked1 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<set $liked1 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<set $liked1 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment1 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link 'girl you rock!'>><<add "arousal" 10>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "girl you rock!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link 'This is disgusting. Unfollowed!'>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "This is disgusting. Unfollowed!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link 'Wow! Love the style!'>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment1 to "Wow! Love the style!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment1<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <<else>><div class="row"><div class="col-5 menu"> <ul><img src ="images/social-media/hrcpost.jpg"></ul></div> <div class="col-6 paddedleft"><div class="caption"><img src ="images/clubs/human-rights-club/action1.jpg">''@schoolhrc'': Human Rights are fundamental for an equal society. Live and let live and let's live!</div><<comment "loverboy22">>This is beautiful<</comment>> <<comment "geekyblinders">>Wish there was an HRC at my school!<</comment>> <<comment "jasmintheflower18">>Proud of my club <3<</comment>> <<comment "playfulbanter">>Where can I sign up?<</comment>> <div id="comment"><<if $comment15 is "NA">><<else>><<comment "player">>$comment15<</comment>><</if>></div> <div class="like-comment"><div class="row"><div class="col-2 likebutton"><<if $liked15 is false>><<listen>><<include "Like Button">><<when>><<if $liked is true>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "hrc" 1>><<set $liked15 to true>><<elseif $liked is false>><<less "mediasavvy" 1>><<less "open" 1>><<less "hrc" 1>><<set $liked15 to false>><</if>><</listen>><<else>><span style="padding-top: 24px"><svg viewBox="0 0 100 100"> <path fill="red" stroke="white" width="24px" d="M34.6 3.1c-4.5 0-7.9 1.8-10.6 5.6-2.7-3.7-6.1-5.5-10.6-5.5C6 3.1 0 9.6 0 17.6c0 7.3 5.4 12 10.6 16.5.6.5 1.3 1.1 1.9 1.7l2.3 2c4.4 3.9 6.6 5.9 7.6 6.5.5.3 1.1.5 1.6.5s1.1-.2 1.6-.5c1-.6 2.8-2.2 7.8-6.8l2-1.8c.7-.6 1.3-1.2 2-1.7C42.7 29.6 48 25 48 17.6c0-8-6-14.5-13.4-14.5z" /> </svg></span><</if>></div><div class="col-8 commentuser"><div id="make-comment"><<if $comment15 is "NA">><div class="dropdown"><button class="dropbtn">write a comment...</button><div class="dropdown-content"><a><<link "Equal Rights for all people!">><<add "open" 1>><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<set $comment15 to "Equal Rights for all people!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment15<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><a><<link "This is what the HRC stands for!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "hrctotal" 1>><<set $comment15 to "This is what the HRC stands for!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment15<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></a><<link "The #BNWO is coming and we're here to usher it through!">><<add "mediasavvy" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "blm" 1>><<set $comment15 to "The #BNWO is coming and we're here to usher it through!">><<replace "#comment">><<comment "butterflown">>$comment15<</comment>><</replace>><<replace "#make-comment">>one comment per user allowed<</replace>><</link>></div> </div><<else>>one comment per user allowed<</if>></div></div></div></div></div></div> <</if>> <<default>> If you see this message, something went wrong. <</switch>>

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<<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 6") is 0>><<messaging Slifire>><<if $mail.has("AgreedSlifire")>><<themcon>>Best of mornings.<</themcon>><<themcon>>This is Slifire, your one location to grow as a person and improve yourself.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You have decided to join our program and improve your skills.<</themcon>><<themcon>>We have studied your profile and have noted a few things about your character. All we still need is a profile picture.<</themcon>><<them>>We await a photo of your face to finalize your profile.<</them>><<me>>I'm just curious about the program, I didn't quite go all in.<</me>><<themcon>>I know.<</themcon>><<them>>But we need to confirm the profile before moving forward.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("UnsubscribedSlifire")>><<themcon>>Best of mornings.<</themcon>><<themcon>>This is Slifire, your one location to grow as a person and improve yourself.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You have decided to unsubscribe from our program and remove yourself from our mailing list.<</themcon>><<themcon>>To confirm that you are indeed <<print $name>> asking for this change, I request of you to send us a picture of your face taken right now.<</themcon>><<them>>I await a photo of your face to finalize your unsubscription.<</them>><<me>>Is this protocol?<</me>><<them>>Don't worry, your data will be secured from our end. We pride ourselves with our electronic skills.<</them>> <</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 1 Option 1")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission1-smiling.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<me>>You're quick!<</me>><<themcon>>We promised personalized assistance.<</themcon>><<them>>Please keep in touch for the next step in the process.<</them>><<me>>Wait I have questions.<</me>><<them>>All in due time.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 1 Option 2")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission1-serious.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Satisfactory.<</them>><<mecon>>Wait that was fast.<</mecon>><<me>>Is this message automated?<</me>><<themcon>>No. We promise a personalized assistance.<</themcon>><<them>>Please keep in touch for the next step in the process.<</them>><<me>>Wait I have questions.<</me>><<them>>All in due time.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2")>><<themcon>>Hello again, good girl.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Your profile here says that your height is marked at <<print $length>>.<</themcon>><<themcon>>To confirm that information and finalize the process, I would like you to prove you're who you say you are, a good girl, and send a full body picture.<</themcon>><<them>>I await your picture of confirmation.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2 Choice")>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2 Option 1")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission2-good.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Good girl.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2 Option 2")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission2-bad.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Satisfactory.<</them>><</if>><<me>>Honestly I don't understand what the program is about. I still haven't learned anything.<</me>><<them>>The first step is acceptance. Once the questions subside and the truth comes out, you are able to go beyond your perceived self and start inhabiting your true self.<</them>><<if $mail.has("UnsubscribedSlifire")>><<me>>Okay, but I don't really care about your program. I want to unsubscribe.<</me>><<them>>And despite that, you still follow my requests just like students of the program would.<</them>><<me>>That's to unsubscribe, not because I'm a good girl!<</me>><<themcon>>One does not know what they are until they are placed in the position of acceptance, <<print $name>><</themcon>><<them>>A girl as smart as you, first of your class at Egrogry High, should be aware of the intricacies of human conditioning.<</them>><<me>>Conditioning?<</me>><<themcon>>You want to unsubscribe, yet you are engaged in a conversation with us. You ask your questions and show curiosity.<</themcon>><<them>>Are you not curious?<</them>><<me>>Curiosity killed the cat.<</me>><<them>>But satisfaction brought it back.<</them>><<themcon>>So long as you answer, I'll keep talking to you.<</themcon>><<them>>A reluctant good girl would make for an interesting story.<</them>><<me>>And if I stop talking to you?<</me>><<them>>Despite all the information I have on you, I'll let you go. It's in your hands. Talk to you Sunday.<</them>><<mecon>>Really?<</mecon>><<mecon>>It's that easy?<</mecon>><<me>>Hello?<</me>><<else>><<me>>I'm not sure what you mean.<</me>><<them>>Curiosity is a peculiar thing. Why don't you give into it and keep it going? Soon enough, you'll have deeper understanding over what it means to be a good girl. Of our whole program.<</them>><<me>>What if it doesn't work?<</me>><<themcon>>Your potential is great, <<print $name>>.<</themcon>><<them>>Top of your class at Egrogry High, what more can one hope for in you?<</them>><<me>>I never told you the name of my school.<</me>><<themcon>>Your mail is registered with the school, is it not?<</themcon>><<them>>Questions are the enemy of acceptance. Go beyond them in finding your true self.<</them>><<mecon>>I'm not understanding you.<</mecon>><<me>>Hello?<</me>><</if>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3")>><<themcon>>Hello again, <<print $name>><</themcon>><<themcon>>It's Sunday, and you know what that means.<</themcon>><<themcon>>No, not a group project at school with your friends who'd probably reach out right about now.<</themcon>><<themcon>>A new task on your road to being a good girl. Someone of value.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You are a beautiful girl, <<print $name>>. Time to show it.<</themcon>><<themcon>>It's your choice on how to follow this request, but I want you to send me a sexy picture.<</themcon>><<them>>Make me proud of you.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3 Option 1")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission3-aheago.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>You're being such a good girl for me.<</them>><<me>>Thanks, I guess.<</me>><<them>>I'm proud of you not asking anymore questions. You're starting to learn.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3 Option 2")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission3-normal.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Despite your attempts at not being sexy, you still did something good. Nice tits.<</them>><<me>>Shit that wasn't supposed to be sent like that.<</me>><<them>>Language, girl. Let your body do the talking for you.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3 Option 3")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission3-flirty.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>You've really went all out in your performance. Good job, girl.<</them>><<me>>Thank you. I hope you liked it.<</me>><<them>>I know the effort you've put into this. And you did well with that. Good girl.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 4") is 0>>Their approach might be a bit overbearing, but there's something undeniably hot about it... And these two words...<</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4")>><<themcon>>Going out of your way to fulfill requests is our goal for this week's task.<</themcon>><<themcon>>By now you should have started to understand the kind of dynamic this relationship is about.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You're a smart girl who understands what people are like. Maybe are a bit naughty on the side.<</themcon>><<themcon>>But even good girls can be naughty.<</themcon>><<them>>You had a dog when you were young. Even the best of dogs have to wear collars, and that's normal for them.<</them>><<me>>What do you mean?<</me>><<themcon>>Not comparing you to a bitch, of course.<</themcon>><<themcon>>In unlocking your inner true self, in discovering yourself, you need to let go of your preconcieved notions.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You need to embrace the idea of what it means to be a good girl. Not obedience, that's too much to ask from a functioning human in society.<</themcon>><<themcon>>And you are an active, lively person, and neither of us can change that.<</themcon>><<themcon>>But acceptance is the key to this process. Accepting my requests.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Dogs have their collars to keep them in check. It would be too big of a request to collar yourself for me.<</themcon>><<them>>But a choker, a tightness around your breathing, should be a good example of acceptance, don't you think?<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4 Option 1")>><<mecon>>This better stay between us.<</mecon>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission4-naughty.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>This beautiful piece of fabric looks amazing on you. Your acceptance of my control is beautiful.<</them>><<me>>Control?<</me>><<them>>Good girls accept their betters' control. You're doing such a good job following my lead.<</them>><<me>>I don't know...<</me>><<them>>You don't need to know, my good girl. You need to accept that maybe, just maybe, it's better to listen to what I have to say than risk all we've done so far to go out, wouldn't you agree?<</them>><<me>>You wouldn't.<</me>><<them>>No, I wouldn't. But if it makes you feel any better, imagine I would.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4 Option 2")>><<mecon>>This better stay between us.<</mecon>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission4-finger.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>That's a stupid-looking shoker, girl.<</them>><<me>>Choke on it, then.<</me>><<them>>Doing all of it, it's clear you're out of control. Maybe we were wrong about you after all.<</them>><<me>>Control?<</me>><<them>>Good girls accept their betters' control. You'd better hasten to follow my lead.<</them>><<me>>What kind of leader are you?<</me>><<them>>The kind that knows their subjects. That knows you deeply. You need to accept that maybe, just maybe, it's better to listen to what I have to say than risk all we've done so far to go out, wouldn't you agree?<</them>><<me>>You wouldn't dare!<</me>><<them>>No, I would not want to go down that road with you. But if it makes you feel any better, imagine I would.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 5") is 0 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4 Choice")>>Would he dare share these pictures with everyone I know? Why would I keep going with it if that's the threat that's being made? But then again, maybe that's all part of the game, this game of acceptance that he tries to make me join. Was I willing to take it further, go down that rabbit hole not knowing if this perfect stranger had my better intentions in mind rather than my potential doom? <<if $goodgirl gte 2>>I was being a good girl after all, right?<<elseif $badgirl gte 2>>Even if I was being a brat about it, he still held up with me. Maybe I can get him to give up on me instead?<</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5")>><<themcon>>The promise of a good time is sometimes enough to reveal who the good girls are.<</themcon>><<themcon>>And sometimes, the threat of a bad time is the catalyst for good behavior.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Whether you want the feather or the crop is up to you. I have the power to spring a beautiful tale between an innocent man making requests and a girl following this man's orders<</themcon>><<themcon>>Yet that is not something I look forward to doing.<</themcon>><<themcon>>I know the effect this program has had on you.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You could've ignored the mail, but chose not to. You interacted, you put yourself in jeapordy, and you've accepted my hacking.<</themcon>><<themcon>>But you've also followed my lead every step of the way.<</themcon>><<themcon>>You had a way out on every turn. And yet you are still here, you are still reading these words.<</themcon>><<themcon>>The offer is simple.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Follow your heart, and continue your training, knowing full well that from here on out you'll have given your explicit consent to seeing all of this through.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Or deny our request, see this message erased from your phone, and your chance at a thrilling adventure slipping through your fingers.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Your acceptance comes at a price. A pic where you are topless.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Your rejection too. A future without the thrilling excitement of my tasks, without the control of an online stranger.<</themcon>><<them>>And if I'm right about you, that's exactly the kind of thing you need in your life. Control.<</them>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5 Option 1")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission5-revealed.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>I am so proud of you, my sweet <<print $name>>. You're being such a good girl.<</them>><<me>>Thank you, sir.<</me>><<them>>Sir. I like the sound of that.<</them>><<me>>Is there anything else you want me to do, sir?<</me>><<them>>I want you to keep being a good girl outside of our conversation. And keep your eyes peeled for my messages.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5 Option 2")>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission5-covered.jpg' width='100%'><</me>><<them>>Despite your bratiness, you still followed my command like a good girl would.<</them>><<me>>That wasn't the intention.<</me>><<themcon>>You think we stand on common ground, but you don't.<</themcon>><<them>>I know your innermost desires. Keep this behavior going, and I might very well just drop you.<</them>><<me>>Drop me?<</me>><<them>>Good girls accept their betters' control. Follow my lead like one, or be left behind.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5 Option 3")>><<me>>I think this path is not for me.<</me>><<them>>Are you sure?<</them>><<me>>Positive. Despite the portrayal you're trying to embody, you're a good person. I know I'm safe to move away.<</me>><<themcon>>In another universe, you'd have been rushing to serve. I guess you were not up to task after all.<</themcon>><<them>>Too bad your reputation will have to suffer.<</them>><<me>>An unsubstantiated threat.<</me>> Hopefully that will be the last message I'll ever receive from this strange man. An odd person indeed... //The "Good Girl" hacker/dom scenes have been brought to you by Slifire himself, a Prom Royalty Patreon Supporter. Want your own OC to be part of the story? Check out the Prom Royalty Tier on Patreon today.//<</if>><</messaging>> <<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 1 Choice") is 0>>Seeing the request that I have just received, I considered what to do regarding this message. Weirdly enough, I never gave them my number to contact me on here... Technology is wild! I could simply ignore the message, but then again, I was curious to see what this program promised. <<if $mail.has("UnsubscribedSlifire")>>While not protocol, this kind of confirmation might just be what they need from me to end this thing once and for all... I could simply ignore the message, but I know how spam works, and they'll keep spamming me until I reply to their request. It's a simple picture after all, right?<</if>> <<link "Smile for the camera">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 1 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 1 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Take a serious picture">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 1 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 1 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 2 Choice") is 0 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2")>>How is it that my face is not enough for a profile? And how do these people know how tall I am? There was something that didn't quite sit right with me, but then again who know what kind of information I have shared online in the past. I do have full body pics on Instagram after all and there's a lot of new programs like that every day... Regardless, if this is the request that they have made, maybe the best option for me is to send what they want and be done with it... <<link "Give them a pose">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 2 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 2 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Stand upright">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 2 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 2 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 3 Choice") is 0 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3")>>What is really considered a sexy picture? I didn't quite know what kind of picture I would have to take to satisfy their request, and so I racked my brain trying to find an adequate solution to the problem... Maybe I could dress sexier to alleviate their intensity? But then again, did I really want to follow this stranger's lead, his requests? He did say I could stop at anytime... But what would happen if I did? Who'd find these pictures, what would they say of m? and I wanted to send him more, go deeper in that rabbit hole somehow? <<if _clotheslooks gte 3>><<link "Show off my sexy clothes">><<add "open" 2>><<add "goodgirl" 2>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Option 3" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Poke my tongue out">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Stand upright">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 4 Choice") is 0 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4")>>His request, implied, lingered in the air between us. It was a lot, but the man did say that a good girl listens to what other people want and follows their requests. And acceptance was a big thing, a potentially dangerous thing... He was my personal coach in whatever this program entailed, and he seemed to know things about me that I never shared. It was like he knew me better than I knew myself... Maybe wearing a choker is a nice idea after all... Could I get one from the mall and wear it around my neck for this picture? <<if $wardrobe.hasAny('choker1', 'choker2', 'choker3', 'choker4', 'choker5', 'chokerdiamond', 'collar1', 'collar2') or $access.hasAny('choker1', 'choker2', 'choker3', 'choker4', 'choker5', 'chokerdiamond', 'collar1', 'collar2')>><<link "Show off my choker">><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodgirl" 2>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 4 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 4 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show off a choker" "I need to buy one from Nexus Toys first">><</if>> <<link "Choker? Middle finger!">><<add "badgirl" 2>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 4 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 4 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 5 Choice") is 0 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5")>>That was a huge request! Did they really think that I'd do something like that, under the perceived threat that whatever I already took would be shared to all my friends? What would they say, how would my reputation at school be impacted, how would it affect my promship goals? And why was I considering what they were offering? I had my way out now, they explicitely said so... But what if it was a trap? Good girls are supposed to listen to their betters, listen to the orders they receive... And despite myself, I was liking it when they called me that. Something about these two words "Good Girl" brought shivers of pleasure down my spine. They held power over me... Power I could potentially break right here and now. They obviously wouldn't expose me like that, right? They alluded to it, but why was I finding thrill in that threat? Was it even a thinly veiled threat or just my imagination playing tricks on me? "Good girl"... Despite me, I wanted to read those words again. <<link "Be a good girl. Show them my boobs.">><<less "subdom" 2>><<add "open" 1>><<add "goodgirl" 2>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "They asked me to be topless. I'm covering my boobs.">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Better end it all now. Stop the risk.">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Option 3" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<dark "*" "Ends Good Girl Content">> <</if>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 7") is 0>><<messaging Slifire>><<mecon>>Where did our conversations go?<</mecon>><<me>>They're deleted from my phone.<</me>><<them>>From mine too. They cluttered the conversation.<</them>><<me>>You did that?<</me>><<them>>Well yeah it's part of the system of the messaging app. It's the same with all your friends, no?<</them>><<me>>How do you know that?<</me>><<them>>It's the default of the messaging app. The rest was special coding earlier.<</them>><<me>>You're a coder?<</me>><<them>>Of sorts<</them>><<me>>But don't you need access to my phone to allow it.<</me>><<themcon>>Now what exactly do you miss in our conversations?<</themcon>><<themcon>>Is it the underlining pressure of flirtations?<</themcon>><<them>>Or do you miss the pictures you sent?<</them>><<me>>No. It's just weird.<</me>><<them>>Enough to ruin the mood on a Sunday morning?<</them>><<me>>You're right. It isn't.<</me>><<them>>Good. How's my girl doing on this lovely Sunday?<</them>><<me>>I'm good.<</me>><<them>>I'm sure you are.<</them>><<me>>How can you be so sure?<</me>><<them>>You've been a good girl so far,have you not?<</them>><<me>>You got that right.<</me>><<them>>I feel we can keep with that streak. What about you?<</them>><<me>>What did you have in mind?<</me>><<them>>The conversation lacks boobs after the old pics have been removed, don't you think?<</them>><<me>>Boobs? Again?<</me>><<them>>This isn't a game where one time is enough to establish character. We are building habits here.<</them>><<me>>So the habit is to send nudes every time.<</me>><<themcon>>Do you not trust me?<</themcon>><<them>>And it would make my Sundays much brighter don't you agree?<</them>> <<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 6 Option 1")>><<mecon>>Ok I trust you.<</mecon>><<mecon>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission6-boobflash.jpg' width='100%'><</mecon>><<me>>Here you go.<</me>><<themcon>>Good girl<</themcon>><<them>>Your obedience is appreciated.<</them>><<me>>I never receive anything from you.<</me>><<them>>That's intentional.<</them>><<me>>How so?<</me>><<them>>Plus, you never asked anything.<</them>><<me>>I didn't think you'd do it.<</me>><<them>>I wouldn't. But you never asked.<</them>><<me>>How is that fair?<</me>><<themcon>>Your trust is in place, <<print $name>><</themcon>><<them>>And in due time, you'll notice your reward.<</them>><<me>>I never asked for anything.<</me>><<them>>But good girls get their rewards.<</them>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 6 Option 2")>><<me>>I'll take a raincheck on that.<</me>><<them>>Ah. It seems like you're to continue your silly childish games.<</them>><<me>>It's not games. Quid pro quo.<</me>><<themcon>>Big words don't make big girls.<</themcon>><<them>>It's only through interaction and conversation that you'll be able to reveal more about me.<</them>><<me>>What if that's a game I do not want to engage in?<</me>><<themcon>>You have every opportunity to opt out.<</themcon>><<them>>But you keep interacting with me. So deep down, there's something that calls you back.<</them>><<mecon>>It's rude to ignore.<</mecon>><<me>>So I don't<</me>><<themcon>>Nothing stops you except you. Your education that has led you to being a good girl.<</themcon>><<themcon>>So either you keep with that education and you accept it.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Accept me.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Or you ignore it and lose me and the opportunities I carry<</themcon>><<them>>Choice is yours. Always has been.<</them>><<me>>I'll keep that in mind.<</me>> <<else>><<link "The more I displease him, the less he'll want to play with me.">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 6 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 6 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "I've already done it once before...">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 6 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 6 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><</messaging>> <<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 6 Choice") is 1>>The man had managed to delete our conversations from both ends, make everything cleaner... Yet something seemed fishy about that move. Am I not supposed to agree to it? He seemed quite tech savvy if he had knowledge of such commands...<<else>>There was something odd about the power that man held, not only over the tech in my phone to delete the messages, but over the conversation in sidetracking it the way he did. Despite that, I already trusted him once with such a pic, so what really would it hurt to do it again? I'd be in his good graces if I did it, no? Or would I be putting myself in even more danger? The danger might all be perceived, but it was still part of the equation. He never threatened anything, yet the threat is in me, and it being there simply feels better, more compelling. I need that danger to push me even further, to get me out of my comfort zone. Whether it is imagined or real makes no real difference.<</if>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 8") is 0>><<messaging Slifire>><<themcon>>Good morning girl.<</themcon>><<them>>I think this Sunday will be better than the last for you.<</them>><<mecon>>Hello sir.<</mecon>><<me>>Why do you say that?<</me>><<themcon>>I do like it when you call me sir.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Suits the dynamic.<</themcon>><<them>>Your wallet would smile at you.<</them>><<me>>Wait... You sent me money?<</me>><<themcon>>It's not a payment out of nowhere.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Your obedience has been well noted.<</themcon>><<themcon>>And we're interested to see how much of a good girl you can be with the right incentive.<</themcon>><<them>>So we don't want you to feel like this program is taking more of you than it is giving<</them>><<me>>That's sweet, but I don't know what I feel about getting paid for this.<</me>><<themcon>>You're not getting paid.<</themcon>><<them>>It's an investment in things related to the program.<</them>><<me>>Oh<</me>><<them>>Don't feel so entitled so fast, <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>I never caught your name.<</me>><<them>>To you it's Slifire.<</them>><<me>>Isn't that the company's name?<</me>><<themcon>>No.<</themcon>><<themcon>>It is mine.<</themcon>><<themcon>>Your next task will require the money we've sent you.<</themcon>><<them>>A red lingerie that you'll need to model to me.<</them>><<me>>Oh we're back to that.<</me>><<them>>Where else would we be if not here?<</them>><<me>>Anything in particular?<</me>><<them>>I have a picture of the specific articles of clothing. I'll be waiting for your pics in them. Be creative.<</them>><<me>>I'll try.<</me>><<themcon>><img src='images/clothes/sexy red thong.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<them>><img src='images/clothes/sexy red bra.jpg' width='100%'><</them>> <<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 7 Option 1")>><<mecon>>I can't believe I'm doing this...<</mecon>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission7-1.jpg' width='100%'><</me>> <<if visited("Slifire Scene 7") is 0>>//Waiting for his message is a <<link "thrilling anticipation" "Slifire Scene 7">><</link>>...//<<else>>//This whole encounter is engraved in my thoughts...//<</if>> <<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 7 Option 2")>>//I have chosen to actively ignore the man.// <<else>><<if $panties.has("sexy red thong") and $bra.has("sexy red bra")>><<link "Model the lingerie I am wearing">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 7 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 7 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Model the lingerie for him" "Not wearing the right kind">><</if>> <<link "Actively choose to ignore him. I'm not doing this.">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 7 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 7 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <</messaging>> <<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 8 Choice") is 0>>The man was something of a mystery, but at the very least he wasn't asking me to spend more money on this that I need to. He had found a way to wire me the money to help me with my studies. The program, which was supposed to be the thing that strung me along throughout this endeavor, was behind this, and it was already paying off in a very interesting way... But then again, how did he find my online wallet to add money to it? Did the question really matter when I am only getting paid for effectively a few pictures here and there? Would I go through with his request before the week's end?<</if>> <<elseif $mail.count("Slifire Mission 9") is 0>><<messaging Slifire>><<them>>Another week, another payment!<</them>><<me>>Should I start expecting this more and more?<</me>><<them>>Don't get too greedy girl<</them>><<me>>Sorry!<</me>><<them>>But if you keep pleasing me, sure. My tasks are expensive after all.<</them>><<me>>What is the ask this time?<</me>><<themcon>>While I'm sure a young lady like you has her toys to keep her company in her lonely nights<</themcon>><<them>>I'm sure a bit more money to buy what I want from you would be appreciated.<</them>><<me>>I see your point. And you'll need pics?<</me>><<them>>I think that's a given, but the choice is always up to you.<</them>><<me>>Thought so!<</me>><<themcon>><img src='images/clothes/vibrator.jpg' width='100%'><</themcon>><<them>>Will be waiting for your content, <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>No good girl for me?<</me>><<them>>Only when you are that.<</them>> <<if $mail.has("Slifire Mission 8 Option 1")>><<mecon>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission8-1.jpg' width='100%'><</mecon>><<mecon>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission8-2.jpg' width='100%'><</mecon>><<me>><img src='images/events/slifireevents/mission8-3.jpg' width='100%'><</me>> <<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mission 8 Option 2")>><<me>>I already have that toy.<</me>><<them>>You do not.<</them>><<me>>How would you know that?<</me>><<them>>Brattiness will get you nowhere.<</them>><<me>>Neither will being enigmatic<</me>><<them>>That's where you're mistaken, <<print $name>><</them>><<me>>I can stop at any time.<</me>><<them>>How would I know what you do and do not have?<</them>><<me>>What do you mean?<</me>><<themcon>>Think about it.<</themcon>><<them>>You're a smart girl.<</them>><<me>>What have you done?<</me>><<them>>Nothing new. It's been the same from the start.<</them>><<me>>...<</me>><<them>>I know more about you than you've ever let on. There should be a reason for that, don't you agree?<</them>><<me>>Are you stalking me?<</me>><<them>>We share too much of our lives on our phones. We write down more than we need to.<</them>><<me>>What?<</me>><<them>>It's easy, I've always given you the space to do what you want to do and follow your own pace. Yet lies are not something I appreciate one bit.<</them>><<me>>Lies? You're one to talk.<</me>><<them>>This attitude of yours should've been resolved long ago. Soanked out of you.<</them>><<me>>And who should've done it? You big guy?<</me>><<them>>Your dead father.<</them>><<me>>-<</me>><<themcon>>A good girl in desperate need for approval, or a brat trying to revolt against any authority figure. You're one or the other, a pendulum.<</themcon>><<them>>Make your choice and live with it. And pray I still have room for you after today's outright lie.<</them>><<me>>I hate you.<</me>><<them>>I'm sure you think you do.<</them>> <<else>><<if $wardrobe.has("vibrator")>><<link "Show off the new toy" "Slifire Scene 8">><<add "goodgirl" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 8 Option 1" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 8 Choice" 1>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Show off the new toy" "I don't have what he's asked for. Better check Nexus Toys.">><</if>> <<link "Claim I got it. Show nothing.">><<add "badgirl" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 8 Option 2" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 8 Choice" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SlifireMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>><</messaging>> <<if $mail.count("Slifire Mission 8 Choice") is 0>>Things were escalating with the man, and I was certain that they'd reach a boiling point sooner or later... I wasn't one to entirely mind it though, there was something definitely thrilling about this, and I always had a way out, right? <<else>>End of content for this version... What will the latest realization bring out in the MC? Will it change the feelings she's been starting to develop towards the enigmatic man?<</if>> <</if>> <div id='sticky'><<link "<img src='images/icons/back-phone.png' width='40px' label='Back'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Messages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Bekham>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Bekham>> is the substitute philosophy teacher at school. His view on life is very different from that of the previous professor, Ms. <<light Tarnipp>>.</div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Bekham>>:'' ACT -I- <<if visited("Meeting Mr. Bekham") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Meeting Mr. Bekham - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Meeting Mr. Bekham - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("Intro to Philosophy") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Intro to Philosophy - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Intro to Philosophy - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("The Male Gaze") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "The Male Gaze - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "The Male Gaze - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("Sex in Cinema") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Sex in Cinema - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Sex in Cinema - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("Visiting Mr. Bekham") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Visiting Mr. Bekham - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Visiting Mr. Bekham - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("A New Light") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "A New Light - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "A New Light - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("The Lion's Den") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "The Lion's Den - Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "The Lion's Den - Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("Alpha vs Beta") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Alpha vs Beta - Finished">><<elseif $class.has("Bekham")>><<dark "☐" "Alpha vs Beta - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "■" "Choice to be made">><</if>> <<if $Bekhamc lt 7>>I need to keep seeing his classes on Fridays to progress the story with him.<<else>>Nothing left for this update.<</if>></center>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Jerome>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Jerome>> is a friend of mine and a student at school. He's currently somehow involved with <<light Jasmin>>. I'm not sure how close these two truly are.</div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Jerome>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("JeromeJasmin") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if visited("BLM") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM First Event">><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☐" "See the first BLM Event at the HRC">><<elseif $club.has('HRC Denied')>><<dark "■" "I haven't joined the HRC">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">><<dark "☐" "History Project - still unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>> </div></div></center> <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "May" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jun">><div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': </div><div class="col-4 management"> ACT -II- Still being written. </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': </div></div><</if>>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Julio>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Julio>> is a friend of mine and a student at school. His interest in <<light Leo>> is not a secret to me. <<if $costumechoice is 8 or $costumechoice is 9>>I even helped him with the situation once.<</if>><<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb">>He might request something at Valentine...<<else>>Nothing left for this update.<</if>></div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Julio>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐☐☐☐" "Black History Month">><<elseif $class.count("Black History") is 0>><<dark "☐☐☐☐" "Black History Month Classes - Still Unfinished">><<elseif $class.count("Black History") is 1>><<dark "☑☐☐☐" "Black History Month Classes - Still Unfinished">><<elseif $class.count("Black History") is 2>><<dark "☑☑☐☐" "Black History Month Classes - Still Unfinished">><<elseif $class.count("Black History") is 3>><<dark"☑☑☑☐" "Black History Month Classes - Still Unfinished">><<elseif $class.count("Black History") is 4>>☑☑☑☑<</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if visited("BLM") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 2 - Finished">><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☐" "See the Second BLM Event at the HRC">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group1 is "Julio and Leo" and visited("Group Project 1") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "History Project - Finished">><<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Unfinished">><<elseif $group1 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "History Project - Team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "History Project - Chose another team">><</if>></div></div></center> <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "May" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jun">><div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': </div><div class="col-4 management"> ACT -II- Still being written. </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': </div></div><</if>>

<div class="row"><div class="col-4"><<pic Samuel>><</pic>></div><div class="col-8 paddedleft"><<light Samuel>> is a new student at school who's taken a liking to me. His constant attention and praise has had a clear effect on me, but I'm still keeping my distance from the new student.</div></div> <center>''Current Quests with <<light Samuel>>:'' ACT -I- <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': <<if $dance.count("SamuelEric") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dance Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Dance Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Conflict of Interest") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Soccer Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Soccer Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $class.count("Secret Messages") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Secret Messages Class - Unfinished">><<else>><<dark "☑" "Secret Messages Class - Finished">><</if>><<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 0>><<dark "☐" "Music Video Dancing Class - Unfinished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and $class.count('Expressive Dancing') is 1>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Dancing Class - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eva and Leo">><<dark "■" "I chose another team for the Music Video Project">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Group choice for next month.">><</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management">''Other Stuff'': <<if visited("BLM") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 2">><<elseif $club.has('hrc')>><<dark "☐" "See the Second BLM Event at the HRC">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Join the HRC">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Cuck10")>><<dark "☑" "Eric's Cucking Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $cuck gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Eric's Cucking Milestone 10 - Meet Samuel at School">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Eric's Cucking Milestone 10 - Make more cucking choices">><</if>> </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': <<if $group2 is "Eric and Samuel" and visited("Group Project 2") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "Music Video Project - Finished">><<elseif $group2 is "Eric and Samuel">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Unfinished">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - Upcoming Month">><<elseif $group2 is "Unknown">><<dark "☐" "Music Video Project - team not chosen">><<else>><<dark "■" "I chose another team">><</if>></div></div></center> <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "May" or GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jun">><div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">''Random Classes'': </div><div class="col-4 management"> ACT -II- Still being written. </div><div class="col-4 management2">''Projects'': </div></div><</if>>

<<if $visitedinsta is false>><<linkreplace "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day">><<set $visitedinsta to true>><<if $social.count("INSTA 25") is 0 and $mediasavvy gte 25 and $athletics gte 25>><<pickup $social "INSTA 25" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Athletics 25 Prep").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $social.count("INSTA 10") is 0 and $mediasavvy gte 10>><<pickup $social "INSTA 10" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 10 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $social.count("INSTA 20") is 0 and $mediasavvy gte 20>><<pickup $social "INSTA 20" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 20 Prep").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $social.count("INSTA 30") is 0 and $mediasavvy gte 30>><<pickup $social "INSTA 30" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta 30 Prep").processText()); Dialog.open(); 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Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $club.count("HRC SM Ellis LGBT Seen") is 0 and $club.has("HRC SM Ellis LGBT") gte 1>><<pickup $club "HRC SM Ellis LGBT Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HRC SM Ellis LGBT").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $AfricaInsta gt 0 and $AfricaInsta lte 10>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("BNWO Insta").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $HRCInsta is 1 and $likedhrc is false>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("HRCInsta").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 15") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 15 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 15 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Eva 15 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 15") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 15 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 15 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Yara 15 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 35") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 35 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 35 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Eva 35 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $Eva gte 55 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Eva 55 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Eva 55 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Eva 55 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $mediasavvy gte 55 and $friendsevents.has("Insta Sasha 35") and $friendsevents.count("Insta Sasha 55 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Sasha 55 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Sasha 55 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 35") is 1 and $friendsevents.count("Insta Yara 35 Seen") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Insta Yara 35 Seen" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Insta Yara 35 Post").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan" and $SocialMediaJan.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaJan.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb" and $SocialMediaFeb.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaFeb.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar" and $SocialMediaMar.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaMar.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Apr" and $SocialMediaApr.length gt 0>><<print `<<script>> Dialog.setup("", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("` + $SocialMediaApr.pluck() + `").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>>`>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "No posts for today">><</if>><</linkreplace>><<elseif $visitedinsta is true>><<dark "<img src='images/social-media/instagram.png' width='20px'>Post of the day" "Already done for today">><</if>>

<<script>>$(".ui-dialog-title").hide(); $(".ui-dialog-title").addClass("lap"); $(".ui-dialog-titlebar").removeClass("ui-widget-header");<</script>> <div id='laptop'><<if $corruption gte 100>><<link "<img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='50px' title='Cambunny'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Cambunny").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<else>><a data-passage="Character Creation" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Corruption below 100" disabled><img src='images/social-media/cambunny.jpg' width='50px'></button></a><</if>><<link '<img src="images/icons/settings-button.png" width="50px" title="Settings">'>><<script>>UI.settings()<</script>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/icons/objectives-button.png" height="50px" title="Objectives">'>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Objectives", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop Objectives").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><<if $sexskill gte 10 and $pornwatch is false>><<link '<img src="images/icons/chrome-logo.png" height="50px" title="Chrome">'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("PornWatch").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><<elseif $pornwatch is true>><a data-passage="PornWatch" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Already watched porn today" disabled><img src='images/icons/chrome-logo.png' width='50px'></button></a><<else>><a data-passage="PornWatch" class="link-internal macro-link" role="link" disabled tabindex=0><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Sexskill Below 10" disabled><img src='images/icons/chrome-logo.png' width='50px'></button></a><</if>><<link "<img src='images/icons/gmail-logo.png' width='50px' title='Mail'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LaptopMail").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<set $notif to false>><</link>><<if $notif is true>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 40px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<link "<img src='images/logos/royalty.jpg' width='50px' title='Hall of Fame'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lapobj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("LaptopRoyalty").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><<set $notif to false>><</link>></div>  <div id="mydiv"><<include "Random Tips">></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><button class="laptopnobutton" title="Already Home" disabled><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'></button><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<<include "Objectives">> <div id='stickylaptop'><<link "<img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<<goto "Management">><div class="row"><div class="col-2 solid"><<button "SA OFFICE">><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>The SA Office</h2> ''Dear Students, Your applications to the different colleges are rolling in through our offices on the daily, and while most of you have maintained a high GPA and made sure to add information relevant to your families' history and their ties with the higher echelons of the government, we find it important to note that you need much more to be admitted to the top universities. //Joining a sports program//, //volunteering abroad,// or even becoming //Prom King or Queen,// are some of the ways your applications can improve and grow. You will need to be more, do more, in order to obtain the future you want. Best, The SA Office'' <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("SA Office 1") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>> <<button "PRINCE CHARLES">><<pickup $mail "PRINCE CHARLES" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>The DUKE of WELLINGTON BEEF</h2> ''Dear trusted, I come to you with great news! Your life is about to change for the better! Your late late aunt living in Venezuela has recently died and it is only through you that we can gain access to her will, where she left everything for you and so on and so forth. To claim that reward for her death, we ask of you to share your contact information (Social Security Number, Mother's Maiden Name, Credit Card Number and CCV, etc...), and you shall receive the funds in the forthnight with expediency and so on and so forth. Anxiously awaiting your message, PRINCE CHARLES THE GREAT!'' <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("PRINCE CHARLES") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>> <<if $mail.hasAny("Slifire Mail Announced", "Slifire 1")>><<button "Slifire">><<pickup $mail "Slifire 1" 1>><<replace "#mail">><<if $mail.has("Slifire Mail Announced")>><<drop $mail "Slifire Mail Announced" 1>><<set $goodgirl to 0>><<set $badgirl to 0>><h2>Slifire</h2> ''Hoping this mail finds you well, Please do not consider this to be a spam message as it is not. Our selection process is quite extensive, and we reach out only to the most qualified individuals to introduce them to our program, built specifically for the individual to aid them in their personal journey of growth and progression. Through the law of attraction and one-on-one coaching, we aid you in unlocking your inner potential to be more at peace with yourself and your surroundings. The "Good Girl" program helps you do exactly that, grow into the best version of yourself while giving you the room to choose what road you want to follow. As we are reaching out to you, the biggest question we always receive is about the cost. Your profile tells us of your true potential for growth within the "Good Girl" program, which is why we want to offer you our services free of charge. We believe that with our help you'll be an impressive success story to share our services with the world. Join us today and build a new life for yourself! <<linkreplace "Join the program">><span style="color:#E94F2E">---PHISHING IN PROCESS---</span><<timed 800ms>><<pickup $mail "AgreedSlifire" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2><span style="color:#E94F2E">---HACKING SUCCESSFUL---</span></h2><<timed 400ms>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Slifire</h2> Thank you for joining our program. We are extremely thrilled by your interest and look forward to helping you build your "Good Girl" character. //Be on the lookout for our messages, we'll be in touch.//<</replace>><</timed>><</replace>><</timed>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Unsubscribe">><span style="color:#E94F2E">---PHISHING IN PROCESS---</span><<timed 800ms>><<pickup $mail "UnsubscribedSlifire" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2><span style="color:#E94F2E">---HACKING SUCCESSFUL---</span></h2><<timed 400ms>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Slifire</h2> You have decided to unsubscribe from our mailing list. We will contact you soon regarding this request to facilitate your next moves in that direction. //We'll be in touch.// <</replace>><</timed>><</replace>><</timed>><</linkreplace>><<elseif $mail.has("AgreedSlifire")>><h2>Slifire</h2> Thank you for joining our program. We are extremely thrilled by your interest and look forward to helping you build your "Good Girl" character. //Be on the lookout for our messages, we'll be in touch.//<<elseif $mail.has("UnsubscribedSlifire")>><h2>Slifire</h2> You have decided to unsubscribe from our mailing list. We will contact you soon regarding this request to facilitate your next moves in that direction. //We'll be in touch.//<</if>> <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Slifire 1") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Slifire Second Mail")>><<button "Slifire">><<pickup $mail "Slifire Second Mail Read" 1>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Phone" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<goto "Management">><<replace "#mail">><h2>Slifire</h2> Kind <<print $name>>, Following your previous interaction with our mail and building on that mutual respect, we have reached out to you by phone to further talk about your journey with the "Good Girl" program. Allow me first to reach out here and praise you for the good job you've done in interacting with our e-mail, you've been a good girl. And good girls continue to give attention to others and respect their compatriots. You're on the right track indeed. ''Check your phone for the next task,'' //Slifire.// <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Slifire Second Mail Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail")>><<button "Verdont">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail Read" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Verdont</h2> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-tease.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>Will you look at that! Pretty girls give the prettiest sights. Your friend is happily sharing her beauty with the world, why don't you do the same?? You'd be much happier is you do fun things like that, don't you agree? - Verdont. //You can't reply to that message.// <<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail Decision") is 0>><<link "Send the mail to Eva">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail Decision" 1>><<set $evamessage to 7>><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "messenger"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("EvaMessages").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link "Ignore the mail">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail Decision" 1>><<replace "#mail">><</replace>><</link>><</if>> <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2")>><<button "Verdont">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Read" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Verdont</h2> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-assflash2.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>Will you look at that too! These girls are insatiable I tell you! Your friend has decided to grace us with yet another view of her beautiful ass, and we just had to share it with you. All we needed to do was ask, and she provided! Isn't that pretty? Now we know what you're thinking... That's probably not her, I mean that girl never showed her face, right? Well then we leave things in your hands. Your choice, ask something of us and we'll make her do it. To prove that it is your friend, to show you that she is a willing subject of this naughty game she's engaged in. Don't be too long, your friend is anxiously awaiting her next order! - Verdont. <div id='choices'>//Obviously that wasn't <<light Eva>>, right? There is no way they'd been able to convince her to send this kind of pictures. I simply had to get to the bottom of this. And I didn't know whether I should challenge them to do something that I knew they had no way of making her do or simply ignore their taunts... But I knew something had to give..// <<link "Let her show her pussy">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice" 1>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 1" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Verdont, I am sure that this is a scam of sorts, but I'll never know until I challenge you. Make her show her pussy, and if she does, then I'll believe your claims. Kindly skeptic, <<print $name>>.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Let her show her tits">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice" 1>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 2" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Verdont, I am sure that this is a scam of sorts, but I'll never know until I challenge you. Make her show her tits, and if she does, then I'll believe your claims. Kindly skeptic, <<print $name>>. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Ignore their message">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice" 1>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 3" 1>><<replace "#choices">>I decided to ignore the stranger's message, not quite believing that which they claimed. I would not be one to engage in such perverse behaviors. That is not my friend. <</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 2 Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 3")>><<button "Verdont">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3 Read" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Verdont</h2> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 3")>>We are saddened to see that you have not taken us up on our offer in the last email, so would like to offer a helpful hand and accept your skepticism. Let's find a different solution, a common ground. Whatever your beautiful friend <<light Eva>> sends us, you'll send the same. That sounds like a nice deal if we can say so ourselves. Take your time in answering us, but beware that the more you take the more <<light Eva>> might be corrupted. Whatever she does, you do. Sounds like a good challenge. The logic doesn't track? We know, it's odd. Do you have confidence in your friend or will you forsake her, knowing she is lost to us? If you're not willing to take up the challenge, you'd have confirmed to her that you have no trust in her ability to stand up to us. So, what will you chose? <<else>>We are glad to see you challenging us in response to our latest email. Your confidence is beautiful to witness, and it will be even prettier to break down. And so we issue you the challenge. If you're so confident that your friend would not do it, then you better put some skin into it too. Literally. If you are ready for this kind of challenge, all you need to do is send your acceptance. Whatever we convince your friend to send, you'll need to send too. Your request, if fulfilled will need to be fulfilled by you too. Are you courageous enough?<</if>> - Verdont. <<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 3 Choice") is 0>><div id='choices'>//If I choose to accept that challenge, I'd be risking sending things of my own to these complete strangers. If I don't, I'd be all but showing them and my friend that I couldn't trust her resolve. And she was my friend after all, no? I should have her back...// <<link "In for a penny, in for a pound">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3 Accepted" 1>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3 Choice" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Verdont, You are so on. I am sure you won't get anything out of my friend, and neither from me. And I remain a woman of my word, skeptic beyond all doubt, <<print $name>>. <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not doing this">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3 Rejected" 1>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3 Choice" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Verdont, Please stop annoying me with your messages, it's showing desperation. With all undue respect, <<print $name>>.<</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>//Already answered this email.//<</if>> <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 3 Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 4")>><<button "Verdont">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 4 Read" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Verdont</h2> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 1")>><video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-pussyflash.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>It was your request, and her pleasure to provide it. We are not sure whether your friend has a thing for you, but once she found out about your request and was in a playful enough mood, she rushed to fulfill it for you. And so, we are proud to present to you: Eva's pussy! We showed you hers, now show us yours! <<elseif $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 2")>><video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-boob-flashing.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>Ask and you shall receive! Your friend has something about fulfilling people's needs, and once she knew about your request, she rushed to provide us with what we needed. You can truly see how happy she is to follow your commands, and so are we! Withour further ado, here comes her lovely tits! We showed you hers, now show us yours! <<elseif $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice 3")>><video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-assflash.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>Despite your reluctance to make any request, we told <<light Eva>> how you had her back in this whole endeavor, and she was flattered by your support. She just felt compelled to show us more of her ass, thinking that if she did this then maybe you should be doing the same too. "It's unfair that she gets to see my ass and me not hers." Well then, we agree with your friend's statement. It is unfair. How about you even the odds, be a person of your word, and show us your own ass?<</if>> - Verdont. <<if $mail.count("ESM Choice") is 0>><div id='choices'>//If I choose to follow through with that challenge, I'd be sending nudes to these complete strangers. If I don't, I'd be all but showing them and my friend that I couldn't be trusted, and that I've left her high and dry. They truly have me in a tricky place...// <<if $subdom lte -25>><<link "Go above and beyond">><<pickup $mail "ESM Great" 1>><<pickup $mail "ESM Choice" 1>><<replace "#choices">>You deserve all the respect and adoration. I never imagined it possible, but you've got <<light Eva>> wrapped around your finger. If anything , I am a woman of my word. And a woman of action. I doubt you'd get her to do all these I'm about to. <video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-fullbody.mp4' width='49%'/> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-fullbody2.mp4' width='49%'/> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-pussy.mp4' width='49%'/> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-boobies.mp4' width='49%'/> Yours truly, <<print $name>>. //End of Storyline for now// <</replace>><</link>><</if>> <<link "Time to repay the favor">><<pickup $mail "ESM Good" 1>><<pickup $mail "ESM Choice" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Verdont, I have to admit defeat at your hand. Out of respect for our agreement, please find below something similar to what my friend sent. <video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-boobies.mp4' width='49%'/><video loop autoplay src='images/events/meevents/selfie-pussy.mp4' width='49%'/> With admiration, <<print $name>>. //End of Storyline for now// <</replace>><</link>> <<link "I'm not a woman of my word">><<pickup $mail "ESM Bad" 1>><<pickup $mail "ESM Choice" 1>><<less "Eva" 5>><<replace "#choices">>//Not caring to send them a message, I left their message unanswered. They wouldn't get me no matter what.//<</replace>><</link>></div><<else>>//Already replied to this email.//<</if>> <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 4 Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 0")>><<button "Verdont">><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 0 Read" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>Verdont</h2> <video loop autoplay src='images/events/evaevents/eva-pussyflash.mp4' align='left' width='50%'/>We're confirming your reluctance to move forward. Your friend has been abandonned by you to our hands. We will mold her into what she is destined to become away from your eyes. As a goodbye to her innocence and your sight, we're linking this one last video of hers. You'll keep seeing her at school, you'll keep interacting with her, you'll keep hoping. But eventually, we'll have her where we want her. Goodbye, <<print $name>>. - Verdont //That message was ominous. They're bluffing, right?// //End of Storyline for now// <</replace>><</button>><<if $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 0 Read") is 0>><img src='images/icons/notification.png' height='10px'><</if>><</if>> </div><div class="col-9 solid"><div id='mail'></div></div></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><<link "<img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<<pichead "royalty-header.gif" "Thank you!">> <center>A big huge fat thank you for the supporters that make this game possible through their donations: <div class='row'><div class='col-6 management'><u>Prom Royalty (25$ Tier):</u> Murky</div><div class='col-6'><u>Prom Lordship (10$ Tier):</u> DramaCoach69 - Matthew Cook - rossbach</div></div> And a great thank you from the heart for someone who helped me keep my courage in writing this game: Atta <3 By clicking the link below and exclusively for the upcoming update, any paid tier on patreon will be able to suggest a dream that can be added to the game! Benefit from this exclusive offer, literally only available for August, by joining through the link below <3 </center> <div id='stickylaptop'><<link "<img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("", "lap"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Laptop").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<img src='images/mc/mirror.jpg' height='350px'> <div class='row'><div class='col-6'><<if $open gte 45 and $friendsevents.count("Boob Thoughts") is 0>><<link "Think about my body">><<pickup $friendsevents "Boob Thoughts" 1>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Thinking about my body.", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Boob Thoughts").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><br><</if>>Boob size: <<if $boobsize is "A-Cup">><img src='images/mc/chesta.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "B-Cup">><img src='images/mc/chestb.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "C-Cup">><img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "D-Cup">><img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "E-Cup">><img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "F-Cup">><img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='100px'><</if>> Ass Size: <<if $buttenhancement is true>><<elseif $athletics gte 75>><img src='images/mc/ass5.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $athletics gte 60>><img src='images/mc/ass4.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $athletics gte 45>><img src='images/mc/ass3.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $athletics gte 30>><img src='images/mc/ass2.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $athletics gte 15>><img src='images/mc/ass1.jpg' width='100px'><</if>></div><div class='col-6'>Body hair: <img src='images/mc/soft-skin.jpg' width='100px'></div></div>

<img src='images/mc/mirror.jpg' height='400px'> My sexy body stands in front of the large window as I take it all in, enjoying the way I look and the beautiful curves I hold. Yet something stands out as unmatching in my stature... My <<print $boobsize>> boobs might be all natural, but I can't help but feel that they don't naturally fit in with the rest of my body. They stand out, and not in a positive way. And that has some sort of bad feeling on me. <center><<if $boobsize is "A-cup">><img src='images/mc/chesta.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "B-cup">><img src='images/mc/chestb.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "C-cup">><img src='images/mc/chestc.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "D-cup">><img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "E-cup">><img src='images/mc/cheste.jpg' width='100px'><<elseif $boobsize is "F-cup">><img src='images/mc/chestf.jpg' width='100px'><</if>></center> I think about them, about their size, and about people's perception of my body... And I think that maybe I can do something about it... I have seen the impressive work that Plasticity does, would it be possible for me to make such a change to my own body? Am I going to go down that path at this age? I imagined the kind of boobs that I could potentially get, if I really went for it... I mean I wouldn't need to go all out, but decent D-Cups wouldn't hurt much, right? They'd look good on me... I'd look good with them. I wouldn't be doing much to myself, but it'd be a nice change, no? <center><img src='images/mc/chestd.jpg' width='100px'></center> Shaking my head, I push away these stray thoughts from my mind. It's a silly thought to follow that path, and doing such a change would be too wild, I feel...

<img src='images/masturbation/porn/boobjob1.jpg' height='500px'><img src='images/masturbation/porn/boobjob2.jpg' height='500px'><img src='images/masturbation/porn/boobjob3.jpg' height='500px'> I start watching these big-breasted babes playing with the cocks in front of them, enjoying their boobs as they helped them in their task... And feel... A ping of jealousy? Is that really what I'm feeling? Maybe it would be a nice idea to get this change in size after all... The cost would be explained with the looks that I could potentially get, and these women do look sexy, and like a lot of fun... Maybe... Maybe I should really consider it and visit Plasticity...

<<button "Personality">><<replace "#Objectives">><b>- Personal Milestone Events -</b> <div class="row"><div class='col-4 management'>Media Openness Events: <<if $social.has("OPEN 10")>><<dark "☑" "Insta Open 10 Post - Seen">><<elseif $open lt 10>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 10 Post - Improve Openness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 10 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("OPEN 25")>><<dark "☑" "Insta Open 25 Post - Seen">><<elseif $open lt 25>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 25 Post - Improve Openness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 25 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("OPEN 45")>><<dark "☑" "Insta Open 45 Post - Seen">><<elseif $open lt 45>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 45 Post - Improve Openness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 45 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("OPEN 55")>><<dark "☑" "Insta Open 55 Post - Seen">><<elseif $open lt 55>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 55 Post - Improve Openness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 55 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("OPEN 65")>><<dark "☑" "Insta Open 65 Post - Seen">><<elseif $open lt 65>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 65 Post - Improve Openness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta Open 65 Post - Unfinished">><</if>></div><div class="col-4 management">Media Milestone Events: <<if $social.has("INSTA 5")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 5 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 5>><<dark "☐" "Insta 5 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 5 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 10")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 10 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 10>><<dark "☐" "Insta 10 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 10 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 15")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 15 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 15>><<dark "☐" "Insta 15 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 15 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 20")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 20 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 20>><<dark "☐" "Insta 20 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 20 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 25")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 25 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 25>><<dark "☐" "Insta 25 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 25 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 30")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 30 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 30>><<dark "☐" "Insta 30 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 30 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 35")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 35 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 35>><<dark "☐" "Insta 35 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 35 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 40")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 40 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 40>><<dark "☐" "Insta 40 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 40 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 45")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 45 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 45>><<dark "☐" "Insta 45 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 45 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 50")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 50 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 50>><<dark "☐" "Insta 50 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 50 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 55")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 55 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 55>><<dark "☐" "Insta 55 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 55 Post - Unfinished">><</if>><<if $social.has("INSTA 60")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 60 Post - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 60>><<dark "☐" "Insta 60 Post - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 60 Post - Unfinished">><</if>> </div><div class='col-4'>Media Conversation Events: <<if $friendsevents.has("Media 10")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 10 Convo - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 10>><<dark "☐" "Insta 10 Convo - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 10 Convo - Talk to Eva at School">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Media 15")>><<dark "☑" "Insta 15 Convo - Seen">><<elseif $mediasavvy lt 15>><<dark "☐" "Insta 15 Convo - Improve Media Savviness">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Insta 15 Convo - 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Be more open">><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire 1")>><<dark "☑" "Openness Milestone 20 - Slifire Mail - Achieved">><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire Mail Announced")>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 20 - Check your mail">><<elseif $open gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 20 - Wait for a notification">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 20 - Be more open">><</if>><<if visited("Open3") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Openness Milestone 30 - Intro to Voyeurism - Achieved">><<elseif $open gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 30 - Go to the park and get inspired">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 30 - Be more open">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Open35")>><<dark "☑" "Openness Milestone 35 - A Change in Workout Attitude - Achieved">><<elseif $open gte 35>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 35 - Workout at the gym">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 35 - Be more open">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Open40")>><<dark "☑" "Openness Milestone 40 - Braless - Achieved">><<elseif $open gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Openness Milestone 40 - 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Achieved">><<elseif $athletics gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 10 - Work out alone">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 10 - Get more athletic">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Athletics2")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $athletics gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 20 - Work out alone">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 20 - Get more athletic">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Athletics25")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Athletic Milestone 25 - Locked out (only in Track)">><<elseif $athletics gte 25>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 25 - Visit Track Meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 25 - Get more athletic">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Athletics3")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $athletics gte 30>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 30 - Work out alone">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 30 - Get more athletic">><</if>><<if $athletics gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics35Jogging") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Athletics35Jogging")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Improve my athleticism">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Athletics4")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 40 - Achieved">><<elseif $athletics gte 40>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 40 - Work out alone">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 40 - Get more athletic">><</if>></div><div class="col-4">BBC World Milestone Events: <<if $friendsevents.has("BBC1")>><<dark "☑" "BBC World Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 10>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 10 - Jog with Yara on Saturdays">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 10 - Keep fighting for equality">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("BBC20")>><<dark "☑" "BBC World Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "BBC World Milestone 20 - Locked out">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 20>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 20 - Find the scene at the Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 20 - Keep fighting for 'equality'">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("BBC3")>><<dark "☑" "BBC World Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 30>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 30 - Go to the park and answer the black stranger">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 30 - Keep fighting for black freedom">><</if>><<if $bnwopropaganda is 11>><<dark "☑" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Achieved">><<elseif $bnwopropaganda is 10>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Meet Jasmin at school">><<elseif $blackonly.has("BNWO Propaganda")>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Keep posting at home">><<elseif $mediasavvy lte 45>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Improve Media Savviness">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 35>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Meet Jasmin at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBC World Milestone 35 - Keep fighting for black lives">><</if>></div></div> Subdom Scenes: <<if visited("Sub30 Scene") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 30 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom lte -30>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 30 - Meet Jerome at School">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 30 - Grow more submissive">><</if>><<if $subdom lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("Sub25") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 25 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Sub25")>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 25 - Grow more submissive">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("subdom20") and $subdom lte -20>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Locked out">><<elseif $subdom lte -20>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Go to Track Meet">><<elseif $subdom lt 0>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 20 - Grow more submissive">><<else>><<dark "■" "Submissive Milestone 20 - On Dom Route">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Sub15")>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom lte -15>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Relax at park">><<elseif $subdom lt 0>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 15 - Grow more submissive">><<else>><<dark "■" "Submissive Milestone 15 - On Dom Route">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Sub10")>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom gte 0 or $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Locked out">><<elseif $subdom lte -10>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Go to Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Grow more Submissive">><</if>> | <<if $friendsevents.has("Dom10")>><<dark "☑" "Dominance Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom lte 0 or $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Dominance Milestone 10 - On Sub Route">><<elseif $subdom gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 10 - Go to Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 10 - Grow more Dominant">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Dom15")>><<dark "☑" "Dominance Milestone 15 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom gte 15>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 15 - Relax at park">><<elseif $subdom gt 0>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 15 - Grow more dominant">><<else>><<dark "■" "Dominance Milestone 15 - On Sub Route">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("subdom20") and $subdom gte 20>><<dark "☑" "Dominance Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Dominance Milestone 20 - Locked out">><<elseif $subdom gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 20 - Go to Track Meet">><<elseif $subdom gt 0>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 20 - Grow more Dominant">><<else>><<dark "■" "Dominance Milestone 20 - On Sub Route">><</if>><<if $subdom gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Dom25") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 25 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Dom25")>><<dark "☑" "Dominance Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 25 - Grow more dominant">><</if>><<dark "☐" "Dominance Milestone 30 - Grow more dominant">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Classes and Projects">><<replace "#Objectives">><b>- Classes and Projects Events -</b><<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<say "History">><center>''Chosen Group:'' <<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">>My partners are Jasmin and Jerome.<<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">>My partners are Julio and Leo.<<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">>My partners are Yara and Eva.<<else>>I am yet to choose my partners.<</if>> ''Chosen Costume:'' <<if $costumechoice is 1>>Slaves of black owner.<<elseif $costumechoice is 2>>Wives of Egyptian Pharaoh<<elseif $costumechoice is 3>>60s Pop Theme.<<elseif $costumechoice is 4>>Harlot Eva and her pimps Yara and I.<<elseif $costumechoice is 5>>Ancient Gladiators.<<elseif $costumechoice is 6>>Greek Philosophers.<<elseif $costumechoice is 7>>Ancient Greek Characters.<<elseif $costumechoice is 8>>Julio's a gladiator, I'm a philosopher, Leo's a slave.<<elseif $costumechoice is 9>>Gladiator Julio and slaves Leo and I.<<elseif $costumechoice is 10>>Pimp Yara and her Harlots Eva and I.<<else>>We are yet to choose our costume.<</if>> ''Costume Pricing:'' <<if $clothingprice is false>>We have chosen not to spend money on the costumes.<<elseif $clothingprice is true>>We have chosen to invest money in the costumes.<<else>>I still need to attend Monday Project Sessions.<</if>> ''Costume Meeting:'' <<if visited("CostumeMeeting") gte 1>>We already met to work on our costumes.<<elseif $costumemeeting1 is true>>We're meeting to work on our costumes on Sunday.<<else>>I still need to attend classes and make choices.<</if>></center><</say>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb">><<say "Music">><center>''Chosen Group:'' <<if $group2 is "">>My partners are Samuel and Eric.<<elseif $group2 is "">>My partners are Eva and Leo.<<else>>Yet to be chosen.<</if>> ''Music Choice:'' ''Lyrics Level:'' <<print $lyrics>> ''Audience Gathered:'' <<print $audience>> </center><</say>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Mar">><<if visited("Group Project 3") is 0>><<else>><<say "Arts">><center>''Chosen Group:'' <<if $group3 is "Boys">>The boys, Jerome, Samuel, and Julio.<<elseif $group3 is "Girls">>The girls, Yara, Eva, and Jasmin.<</if>> ''Progress:'' <<if $class.has("S1G3")>>We need to work on a poem for next class. I'm meeting <<if $class.has("JasminG3")>>Jasmin<<elseif $class.has("JeromeG3")>>Jerome<<elseif $class.has("YaraG3")>>Yara<<elseif $class.has("EvaG3")>>Eva<<elseif $class.has("SamuelG3")>>Samuel<<elseif $class.has("JulioG3")>>Julio<</if>> to work on the project at the library.<<elseif $class.has("S2G3")>>Our group is meeting on Sunday to work on the painting for the class.<<elseif $class.has("S3G3")>><<if $hair is "blonde">>My hair is ready for the statue project.<<else>>I need to dye my hair blonde ahead of the next project if I want to improve our grade.<</if>> <<if $lisaespana.has("sexy white thong") and $pablorabonne.has("teddy-white")>>I need to make sure to get a sexy white thong and a sexy white bra for my performance, or a white teddy maybe.<<else>>I have the required clothes for the next class.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("S4G3")>><<if $hair is "red">>My hair is ready for the statue project.<<else>>I need to dye my hair red ahead of the next project if I want to improve our grade.<</if>> <<if $lisaespana.hasAny("sexy red thong", "sexy red bra")>>I need to make sure to get a sexy red thong and a sexy red bra for my performance.<<else>>I have the required clothes for the next class.<</if>> <<elseif $class.has("S5G3")>><<if $hair is "blonde">>My hair is ready for the statue project.<<else>>I need to dye my hair red ahead of the next project if I want to improve our grade.<</if>> <<if $lisaespana.hasAny("blue frilly thong", "sexy blue bra") and $pablorabonne.has("teddy-blue")>>I need to make sure to get a blue frilly thong and a sexy blue bra for my performance, or a blue teddy maybe.<<else>>I have the required clothes for the next class.<</if>><<else>>We are ready for the upcoming class.<</if>> ''Current grade:'' <<print $group3grade>> <<if $betforgroup3 is true>>The bet is on. To win, we need higher than 3 on the grade by the end of the month.<<elseif $betforgroup3 is false>>The bet is denied. I don't need to worry about this competition.<</if>></center><</say>> <</if>><</if>><</replace>><</button>><<button "Clubs">><<replace "#Objectives">><b>- Clubs Events -</b>/*CLUBS OBJECTIVES */ /*Monday: Debate*/<<say "Debate">><<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted")>>Logical Fallacies: <<if $club.has("DC RedHerring")>><<dark "☑" "DC Red Herring - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC Red Herring - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Slippery Slope")>><<dark "☑" "DC Slippery Slope - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC Slippery Slope - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Bandwagon")>><<dark "☑" "DC Bandwagon - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC Bandwagon - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Strawman")>><<dark "☑" "DC Strawman - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC Strawman - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC Ad Hominem")>><<dark "☑" "DC Ad Hominem - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC Ad Hominem - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>><<if $club.has("DC False Dichotomy")>><<dark "☑" "DC False Dichotomy - Seen">><<else>><<dark "☐" "DC False Dichotomy - Keep attending debate club meetings">><</if>> <<elseif $club.has("DebateProposal Denied")>>I have decided not to join this club for the year.<<else>>Keep attending classes to unlock this club's scenes.<</if>><</say>> /*Tuesday: HRC*/<<say 'HRC'>><<if $club.has("HRC Carter Advisor")>><<light Carter>> is now the official teacher advisor for the HRC. He seemed interested most in our BLM protests. -End of Content for v0.3.x-<<elseif $club.has("HRC Rotherford Advisor")>><<light Rotherford>> is now the official teacher advisor for the HRC. She seemed interested most in our LGBT protests. -End of Content for v0.3.x-<<elseif $club.has("HRC Priscilla Advisor")>><<light Priscilla>> is now the official teacher advisor for the HRC. She seemed interested most in our Feminist protests. -End of Content for v0.3.x-<<elseif $club.has("HRC SM")>>HRC Social Media Campaign: <<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Ellis LGBT", "HRC SM Ellis BLM", "HRC SM Ellis Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/ellis.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/ellis.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Ria LGBT", "HRC SM Ria BLM", "HRC SM Ria Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/ria.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/ria.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Eric LGBT", "HRC SM Eric BLM", "HRC SM Eric Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Leo LGBT", "HRC SM Leo BLM", "HRC SM Leo Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Jasmin LGBT", "HRC SM Jasmin BLM", "HRC SM Jasmin Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Eva LGBT", "HRC SM Eva BLM", "HRC SM Eva Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Yara LGBT", "HRC SM Yara BLM", "HRC SM Yara Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Jerome LGBT", "HRC SM Jerome BLM", "HRC SM Jerome Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Julio LGBT", "HRC SM Julio BLM", "HRC SM Julio Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>><<if $club.hasAny("HRC SM Sasha LGBT", "HRC SM Sasha BLM", "HRC SM Sasha Fem")>><<dark "<img src='images/character/sasha.jpg' width='100px' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Already enlisted their aid.">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/character/sasha.jpg' width='100px'>" "You can find them etc">><</if>> <div class="row"><div class="col-4 management">BLM Movement: <<print $blm>><<if $blm gte 35>> Option Unlocked<<else>> Option Locked<</if>></div><div class="col-4 management">LGBT Community: <<print $lgbt>><<if $lgbt gte 35>> Option Unlocked<<else>> Option Locked<</if>></div><div class="col-4">Feminism: <<print $fem>><<if $fem gte 35>> Option Unlocked<<else>> Option Locked<</if>></div></div> <<elseif $club.has("HRCOpenStats")>>HRC Specialized Events:<<if visited("BLM") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 1 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 1 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("BLM") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 2 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 2 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("BLM") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "HRC BLM Event 3 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC BLM Event 3 - Unachieved">><</if>> | <<if visited("LGBT") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 1 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 1 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("LGBT Ellis Confrontation") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 2 - Achieved">><<elseif visited("LGBT") gte 2>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 2 - Meet Ellis and do some bathroom research">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 1 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("LGBT") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "HRC LGBT Event 3 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC LGBT Event 3 - Unachieved">><</if>> | <<if visited("HRC Feminism 1") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC Feminism Event 1 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Feminism Event 1 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("HRC Feminism 2") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC Feminism Event 2 - Achieved">><<elseif visited("HRC Feminism 2") gte 1>><<dark "☐" "HRC Feminism Event 2 - Make the right choices for the movement at school">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Feminism Event 2 - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("HRC Feminism 3") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC Feminism Event 3 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Feminism Event 3 - Unachieved">><</if>> <<elseif $club.has("hrc")>>HRC Initial Events: <<if visited("HRC") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "HRC First Meeting - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC First Meeting - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("HRC") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "HRC Second Meeting - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Second Meeting - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("HRC") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "HRC Third Meeting - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Third Meeting - Unachieved">><</if>><<if visited("HRC") gte 4>><<dark "☑" "HRC Fourth Meeting - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "HRC Fourth Meeting - Unachieved">><</if>> <<else>>Keep discovering stuff around school and meeting people to unlock access to this club.<</if>><</say>> /*Wednesday: Leo Workouts*/<div class='blocking'><div class='mydivy'>For his scenes, make sure to check out his character's objectives by clicking on his face at the bottom right.</div><<say "Leoworkout">><div class='row'><div class='col-8'><center>Personal Scenes: <<if visited("LW Into Me") gte 1>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Me - First Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Me - First Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Into Me") gte 2>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Me - Second Session Finished">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Me - Second Session Unfinished">><</if>><<if visited("LW Into Me") gte 3>><<dark "☑" "LW Into Me - Third Session Finished">><<elseif visited("LW Into Me") gte 2>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Me - Workout and make sure I'm well dressed">><<else>><<dark "☐" "LW Into Me - Third Session Unfinished">><</if>></center></div><div class='col-4'></div></div><</say>></div> /*Thursday: Track*/<<say "Track">><<if $friendsevents.has("Athletics25")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Athletic Milestone 25 - Locked out">><<elseif $athletics gte 25>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 25 - Visit Track Meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletic Milestone 25 - Get more athletic">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("BBC20")>><<dark "☑" "BBCWorld Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "BBCWorld Milestone 20 - Locked out">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 20>><<dark "☐" "BBCWorld Milestone 20 - Visit Track Meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBCWorld Milestone 20 - Promote a more diverse world">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("bisex10")>><<dark "☑" "Bisex Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Bisex Milestone 10 - Locked out">><<elseif $bisex gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Bisex Milestone 10 - Visit Track Meets">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bisex Milestone 10 - Be more bisexual">><</if>> <<if $friendsevents.has("Sub10")>><<dark "☑" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom gte 0 or $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Locked out">><<elseif $subdom lte -10>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Go to Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Submissive Milestone 10 - Grow more Submissive">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("subdom20")>><<dark "☑" "Subdom Milestone 20 - Achieved">><<elseif $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Subdom Milestone 20 - Locked out">><<elseif $subdom lte -20 or $subdom gte 20>><<dark "☐" "Subdom Milestone 20 - Go to Track Meet">><<elseif $subdom gt 0>><<dark "☐" "Subdom Milestone 20 - Grow more Dominant">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Subdom Milestone 20 - Grow more Submissive">><</if>><<if $friendsevents.has("Dom10")>><<dark "☑" "Dominant Milestone 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $subdom lte 0 or $cheertryouts is true>><<dark "■" "Dominant Milestone 10 - On Sub Route">><<elseif $subdom gte 10>><<dark "☐" "Dominant Milestone 10 - Go to Track Meet">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Dominant Milestone 10 - Grow more Dominant">><</if>><</say>> /*Friday: DnD */<<say "DnD">>No such content in this version of the game.<</say>> /*Saturday: Jogging */<<say "Jogging">><<if $friendsevents.has("BBC1")>><<dark "☑" "BBC World 10 - Achieved">><<elseif $bbcworld gte 10 and $friendsevents.count("BBC1") is 0>><<dark "☐" "BBC World 10 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<else>><<dark "☐" "BBC World 10 - Promote a diverse world">><</if>> | <<if $alphabeta lte -35 and $friendsevents.count("LeoFem35") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Leo Femininity 35 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<dark "■" "Leo Femininity 35 - Going the masculine path">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("LeoFem35")>><<dark "☑" "Leo Femininity 35 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Leo Femininity 35 - Turn him more feminine">><</if>> | <<if $Leo gte 55 and $alphabeta lt 0 and $friendsevents.count("Leo55") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Leo Friendship 55 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $alphabeta gte 0>><<dark "■" "Leo Friendship 55 - Going the masculine path">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Leo55")>><<dark "☑" "Leo Friendship 55 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Leo Friendship 55 - Improve the friendship">><</if>> | <<if $athletics gte 35 and $friendsevents.count("Athletics35Jogging") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Athletics35Jogging")>><<dark "☑" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Athletics Milestone 35 - Improve my athleticism">><</if>> | <<if $evasmarts lte -10 and $friendsevents.count("Evasmarts -10") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Eva Bimbo 30 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Evasmarts -10")>><<dark "☑" "Eva Bimbo 30 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Eva Bimbo 30 - Make her dumber">><</if>> | <<if $bisex gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Bisex 25") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Bisexuality Milestone 25 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.has("Bisex 25")>><<dark "☑" "Bisexuality Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Bisexuality Milestone 25 - Be more bisexual">><</if>> | <<if $subdom lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("Sub25") is 0 or $subdom gte 25 and $friendsevents.count("Dom25") is 0>><<dark "☐" "Subdom Milestone 25 - Jog with Yara on Saturday">><<elseif $friendsevents.hasAny("Sub25", "Dom25")>><<dark "☑" "Subdom Milestone 25 - Achieved">><<else>><<dark "☐" "Subdom Milestone 25 - Be more submissive or dominant">><</if>><</say>> <</replace>><</button>><<button "Miscellaneous">><<replace "#Objectives">><b>- Miscellaneous Stuff -</b>/*MISCELLANEOUS OBJECTIVES*/ <<Miscellaneous>><center><<if $HRCInsta is 1 and $likedhrc is false>>Our video has been posted online. Let's go to Instagram to check it out!<</if>><span class="cash">''Work'' <img src="images/icons/cash.png"></span>: <<if $work.has('creamart') and $creamarttraining lte 5>>Creamart - Training to start working at the mall's Coffee Shop<<elseif $work.has('creamart')>>Creamart - I have a job at the mall's Coffee Shop<<else>>I need to look for work... Maybe the mall has options?<</if>></center><</Miscellaneous>> <<if $valentine.has('NA') or $valentine.has('ended')>><<else>><<Valentine>><<if $valentine.has('Announcement')>>February's here! A new month, new opportunities! What are these new flyers around school?<<elseif $valentine.has('Announced')>>The school is having a beautiful dance on Valentine evening, I'm sure everyone has something to say about it!<<elseif $valentine.has('Progress')>>It's Februsry and Valentine is just around the corner. Some of my friends might not feel at their best, like <<light Leo>> or <<light Eric>> for example. It might be beneficial to reach out and talk to them about it at school.<<elseif $valentine.has('Approach')>>Valentine's day is getting closer.<<if $valentine.has('ericdate')>><<light Eric>> has asked me out to the party and I agreed! I was looking forward to it! I hope <<light Eva>> doesn't take it too strongly.<<elseif $valentine.has('ericnodate')>><<light Eric>> publicly proposed to me to go to the party with him, and I turned him down. Hope he doesn't take it too personally!<<else>><<light Eric>> seems to have something planned for me, I'll probably see him in the school corridors.<</if>><<elseif $valentine.has('Today')>><<light Eva>> invited me to get ready at her place. Let's go <<link "there" "Valentine Prep">><<addtime>><</link>> through the park.<</if>> <<if $valentine.has('topickup')>>I have to wait till next Wednesday to be able to pickup our dresses.<<elseif $valentine.has('pickedup')>>I have received the dresses for <<light Eva>> and I from <<light Spencer>>. We're going to look amazing in them.<<elseif $valentine.has('pickup')>>I can visit <<light Spencer>> at S&M at the mall to pick up the dresses for <<light Eva>> and I.<</if>> <<if $valentine.has('Leoaskout') and $day is 5>>I have asked <<light Leo>> out on a date, and it was time for me to fulfill my promise. Let's meet him at the <<link "Mall" "Mall">><</link>><<elseif $valentine.has('Leoaskout')>>I asked Leo out for a date for this upcoming Friday. I need to save up if I want to promise him a good experience.<</if>> <</Valentine>><</if>><</replace>><</button>><<button "Friendships">><<replace "#Objectives">><b>- Friendship Objectives -</b> <<if $leoavoid is true>><<dark "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='60px' title='Leo' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Content Toggled Off">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='60px' title='Leo'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Leo Info">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $yaraavoid is true>><<dark "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='60px' title='Yara' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Content Toggled Off">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='60px' title='Yara'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Yara Info">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $evaavoid is true>><<dark "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='60px' title='Eva' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Content Toggled Off">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='60px' title='Eva'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Eva Info">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<if $jasminavoid is true>><<dark "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='60px' title='Jasmin' style='filter:grayscale(100%)'>" "Content Toggled Off">><<else>><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='60px' title='Jasmin'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Jasmin Info">><</replace>><</link>><</if>><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='60px' title='Eric'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Eric Info">><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='60px' title='Bekham'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Bekham Info">><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='60px' title='Julio'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Julio Info">><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/character/samuel.jpg' width='60px' title='Samuel'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Samuel Info">><</replace>><</link>><<link "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='60px' title='Jerome'>">><<replace "#Objectives">><<include "Jerome Info">><</replace>><</link>><</replace>><</button>> <div id='Objectives'> Click on the buttons above to choose what aspect of the game to observe the objectives of. </div>

<span style="display: inline-flex;justify-content: space-evenly;align-items: center;flex-wrap: wrap;flex-direction: row;"><<if $Intro.has("grade")>><div class='infobox'><div class="grade"><img src='images/icons/grade.png'>''Grade'':</div><span class="statsinfo">Your grade at school is translated in this stat. Obviously the most you could have is 100, and you can either do positive things to raise it <img src='images/icons/grade.png'> or bad things, causing it to go down <img src='images/icons/x.png'>. What happens when it gets too low though??</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("energy")>><div class='infobox'><div class="energy"><img src='images/icons/time.png'>''Time'':</div><span class="statsinfo">This icon lets you know that an action will move time forward. There are often free actions that you can do but sometimes certain things will cost you time, as these progress stories or are big events.</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("subdom")>><div class='infobox'><div class="subdom"><img src='images/icons/dom.png'><img src='images/icons/sub.png'>''Sub/Dom'':</div><span class="statsinfo">Is your character more dominant or submissive? Depending on your choices, certain options might become available to you depending on where you fit on the spectrum. This also would impact some of the characters that you could influence...</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("open")>><div class='infobox'><div class="open"><img src="images/icons/open.png">''Openness'':</div><span class="statsinfo">This stat is one of the most important ones in the <span class="corruption">corruption</span> group, and shows how open you are to new adventures. You could also go the opposite way, and become more of a prude <img src='images/icons/close.png'>.</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("arousal")>><div class='infobox'><div class="arousal"><img src='images/icons/fem.png'>''Arousal'':</div><span class="statsinfo">How horny is your character at any given moment? And will that horniness impact their choices?</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("cash")>><div class='infobox'><div class="cash"><img src="images/icons/cash.png">''Cash'':</div><span class="statsinfo">Tells you how much money you have. That money can be used to buy things<img src='images/icons/cash-loss.png'> that are quest-specific or that give you more character cutomization. So long as you have more than 100 you'll be fine with all events.</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("looks")>><div class='infobox'><div class="looks"><img src="images/icons/looks.png">''Looks'':</div><span class="statsinfo">This stat is dependent on what you're wearing and whether or not you have make-up on or have done any improvements. Working on your atleticism will help you get a sexier body too! This stat impacts the <span class="corruption">corruption</span> stat.</span></div> <</if>> <div class='infobox'><div class="athletics"><img src="images/icons/athletics.png">''Athletics'':</div><span class="statsinfo">How fit are you, physically? This stat will impact your physical prowess, it has a lot of importance in your <span class="looks">looks</span>, and therefore might impact your <span class="corruption">corruption</span> stat.</span></div> <div class='infobox'><div class="sexskill"><img src="images/icons/sexskill.png">''Sex Skill'':</div><span class="statsinfo">This stat will unlock more options in sex scenes, but will also inform on how knowledgeable your character is in sex stuff. It obviously has an impact in <span class="corruption">corruption</span>.</span></div> <div class='infobox'><div class="smarts"><img src="images/icons/smarts.png">''Smarts'':</div><span class="statsinfo">Looking to impress people with your brains? This stat informs us of how intelligent your character is, and how easy certain brain matters would be for them. It has NO impact on corruption, but might help you in corrupting other people...</span></div> <div class='infobox'><div class="mediasavvy"><img src="images/icons/media.png">''Media Savvy'':</div><span class="statsinfo">Knowledge in social media and its matters is impacted by this stat. While not that important in the current release, it will have an impact on your future e-girl career (hint hint ;))</span></div> <<if $Intro.has("bisexuality")>><div class='infobox'><div class="bisexuality"><img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>''Sexuality'':</div><span class="statsinfo">How open is your character to sexual encounters with individuals whose gender identity doesn't quite fit under the term "man"? Is she open to bisexual experiences?</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("bbcworld")>><div class='infobox'><div class="bbcworld"><img src="images/icons/bbcworld.png">''BBC World'':</div><span class="statsinfo">This stat does not only notify on how open you are to interracial stuff, but also tells on how accepting the world around you is to these stuff. Your actions will have an impact on the world at large, and how often blacked content comes out.</span></div> <</if>><<if $Intro.has("corruption")>><div class='infobox'><div class="corruption"><img src="images/icons/corruption.png">''Corruption'':</div><span class="statsinfo">The stat we've all been waiting for! This stat will impact most of your gameplay, as the higher it is the more scenes you'll be able to see. Through this you'll be able to influence the MC as well as other characters around them, and shape the story into a more naughty one. It is impacted by <span class="looks">Looks</span>, <span class='open'>Openness</span>, and <span class='sexskill'>Sex Skill</span>, but also other more hidden stats and elements, some of which are scene-specific.</span></div> <</if>></span> <center><div class='infobox2'><span style='color:black;'>Other Icons and their meanings:</span> <span class="statsinfo">There are a few other icons that might impact your experience and that tell you what your choice would bring on. <img src='images/icons/friend.png'> and <img src='images/icons/foe.png'> inform you of a choice that might impact your friendship positively or negatively. <img src='images/icons/fem.png'><img src='images/icons/nb.png'><img src='images/icons/masc.png'> impact <<light Leo>>'s femininity stat. <img src='images/icons/cuck.png'> tells you of a choice that increases <<light Eric>>'s acceptance. Or in other words, how cucked he is.</span></div></center>

Here are additional friendships in the game: <span style="display: inline-flex;justify-content: space-evenly;align-items: center;flex-wrap: wrap;flex-direction: row;"><div class='infobox'><<pic Ellis>>My non-binary friend. Friendship:<<print $Ellis>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Angela>>The head cheerleader. Friendship:<<print $Angela>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic John>>Jasmin's father Friendship:<<print $John>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Elio>>My co-worker from Creamart Friendship:<<print $Elio>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Spencer>>The butler from S&M Friendship:<<print $Spencer>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Jordan>>My boss at Creamart Friendship:<<print $Jordan>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Priscilla>>The principal Friendship:<<print $Priscilla>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Sasha>>The stranger at the library Friendship:<<print $Sasha>><</pic>></div><div class='infobox'><<pic Ria>>The Debate Club captain. Friendship:<<print $Ria>><</pic>></div> </span>

<center><img src='images/work/creamart/header.jpg' width='100%'></center> Plain American: Coffee only White Mocha: Espresso - Steamed Milk - White Chocolate Mocha Coffee: Espresso - Steamed Milk - Chocolate Powder - Sugar Caramel Macchiato: Espresso - Steamed Milk - Caramel Sauce Cappuccino: Espresso - Steamed Milk - Foam Cafe Latte: Espresso - Steamed Milk

<div class="row"><div class="col-2 solid"><<button "SA OFFICE">><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>The SA Office</h2> ''Dear Students, Your applications to the different colleges are rolling in through our offices on the daily, and while most of you have maintained a high GPA and made sure to add information relevant to your families' history and their ties with the higher echelons of the government, we find it important to note that you need much more to be admitted to the top universities. //Joining a sports program//, //volunteering abroad,// or even becoming //Prom King or Queen,// are some of the ways your applications can improve and grow. You will need to be more, do more, in order to obtain the future you want. Best, The SA Office'' <</replace>><</button>></div><div class="col-9 solid"><div id='mail'><h2>The SA Office</h2><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>> ''Dear Students, Your applications to the different colleges are rolling in through our offices on the daily, and while most of you have maintained a high GPA and made sure to add information relevant to your families' history and their ties with the higher echelons of the government, we find it important to note that you need much more to be admitted to the top universities. //Joining a sports program//, //volunteering abroad,// or even becoming //Prom King or Queen,// are some of the ways your applications can improve and grow. You will need to be more, do more, in order to obtain the future you want. Best, The SA Office'' //There it was, the dreaded email that changed everything, that set me on this path of change. It was addressed to everyone, and it carried with it the heavy news: All my education was for nothing, all these high grades and classes were meaningless. I had to do stuff, and I had to do them fast. Join clubs, find different passions... But truly, there was only one way I could secure my spot in the prestigeous universities I was eyeing. Only one way I could convince people of my winning personality. It was time for me to set my eyes on... <center><h2>''Becoming Prom Queen''</h2></center>//</div></div></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<div class="row"><div class="col-2 solid"><<button "SA OFFICE">><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>><<replace "#mail">><h2>The SA Office</h2> ''Dear Students, Your applications to the different colleges are rolling in through our offices on the daily, and while most of you have maintained a high GPA and made sure to add information relevant to your families' history and their ties with the higher echelons of the government, we find it important to note that you need much more to be admitted to the top universities. //Joining a sports program//, //volunteering abroad,// or even becoming //Prom King or Queen,// are some of the ways your applications can improve and grow. You will need to be more, do more, in order to obtain the future you want. Best, The SA Office'' <</replace>><</button>></div><div class="col-9 solid"><div id='mail'><h2>The SA Office</h2><<pickup $mail "SA Office 1" 1>> ''Dear Students, Your applications to the different colleges are rolling in through our offices on the daily, and while most of you have maintained a high GPA and made sure to add information relevant to your families' history and their ties with the higher echelons of the government, we find it important to note that you need much more to be admitted to the top universities. //Joining a sports program//, //volunteering abroad,// or even becoming //Prom King or Queen,// are some of the ways your applications can improve and grow. You will need to be more, do more, in order to obtain the future you want. Best, The SA Office''</div></div></div> <div id='stickylaptop'><img src='images/icons/windows.png' width='50px'><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" height="50px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" height="50px"></a><span id='thedate'><<thedate>>  </span></div>

<center><div class="wardrobelvl1"><img src="images/locations/wardrobe.jpg" width="500px"> <<if $open gte 40 and $friendsevents.count("Open40") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "Open40" 1>><<pickup $wardrobe "nothing" 1>>I feel myself open up more, eager to experiment further with my clothing. I can now choose not to wear a bra...<<else>>You open up your wardrobe and take a look inside.<</if>> <<button "Underwear">><<set $und to true>><<set $out to false>><<set $acc to false>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "underwear wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Outerwear">><<set $und to false>><<set $out to true>><<set $acc to false>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "outerwear wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Accessories">><<set $und to false>><<set $out to false>><<set $acc to true>><<replace "#subcat">><<include "accessories wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>></div><div class="wardrobelvl2"><div id="subcat"><<if $und is true>><<include "underwear wardrobe">><<elseif $out is true>><<include "outerwear wardrobe">><<elseif $acc is true>><<include "accessories wardrobe">><</if>></div></div><div class="wardrobelvl3"><div id="body"><<if $pan is true>><<include "panties wardrobe">><<elseif $br is true>><<include "bra wardrobe">><<elseif $to is true>><<include "tops wardrobe">><<elseif $pa is true>><<include "bottoms wardrobe">><<elseif $ou is true>><<include "outfits wardrobe">><<elseif $bu is true>><<include "toys wardrobe">><<elseif $ne is true>><<include "neckwear wardrobe">><<elseif $sh is true>><<include "shoes wardrobe">><</if>></div></div><div id="warning"></div></center>

<<button "panties">><<only "pan">><<replace "#body">><<include "panties wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "bra">><<only "br">><<replace "#body">><<include "bra wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "PJs">><<only "pj">><<replace "#body">><<include "pjs wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>>

''Panties:'' <nobr><<wear "sexy red thong" "panties">><<wear "sexy white thong" "panties">><<wear "sexy black thong" "panties">><<wear "blue cotton panties" "panties">><br><<wear "pink cotton panties" "panties">><<wear "black cotton panties" "panties">><<wear "tiny black thong" "panties">><<wear "slutty black thong" "panties">><<wear "christmas-special" "panties">><br><<wear "normal black thong" "panties">><<wear "normal red thong" "panties">><<wear "blue frilly thong" "panties">><<wear "pink brief panties" "panties">><<wear "pink lycra panties" "panties">><<wear "queen of spades thong" "panties">><<wear "white bridal panties" "panties">></nobr>

''Bras:'' <nobr><<wear "cute blue bra" "bra">><<wear "pink demi cup bra" "bra">><<wear "normal black bra" "bra">><<wear "sexy black bra" "bra">><<wear "sexy blue bra" "bra">><<wear "sexy red bra" "bra">><<wear "pink cotton bra" "bra">><br><<wear "whitebra" "bra">><<wear "white sexy bra" "bra">><<wear "blackbra2" "bra">><<if $friendsevents.has("Open40")>><<wear "nothing" "bra">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg' width='50px' height='50px'>" "Not open enough not to wear bras">><</if>></nobr>

''PJs:'' <nobr><<wear "teddy-black" "outfit">><<wear "teddy-blue" "outfit">><<wear "teddy-pink" "outfit">><<wear "teddy-purple" "outfit">><<wear "teddy-white" "outfit">><br><<wear "cute pink pajamas" "outfit">><<wear "black negligee" "outfit">><<wear "pink chemise" "outfit">><br><<wear "purple pj bottom" "pants">><<wear "purple pj top" "top">><<wear "satin pink pj bottom" "pants">><<wear "satin pink pj top" "top">><<wear "slutty nightgown" "outfit">><<if $friendsevents.has("Open60")>><<wear "nothing" "outfit">><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg' width='50px' height='50px'>" "Not open enough not to wear PJs">><</if>></nobr>

<<button "Tops">><<only "to">><<replace "#body">><<include "tops wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Bottoms">><<only "pa">><<replace "#body">><<include "bottoms wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Outfits">><<only "ou">><<replace "#body">><<include "outfits wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>>

''Outfits:'' <nobr><<wear "sexy schoolgirl outfit" "outfit">><<wear "female school uniform" "outfit">><<wear "school uniform" "outfit">><br><<wear "gym plain outfit" "outfit">><<wear "gym pink hoodie" "outfit">><<wear "gym pink shorts" "outfit">><<wear "gym yoga pattern" "outfit">><br><<wear "white floral dress" "outfit">><<wear "yellow summer dress" "outfit">><<wear "white shirt and jeans" "outfit">><<wear "light blue dress" "outfit">><<wear "pink top and floral skirt" "outfit">><<wear "red bandage minidress" "outfit">><<wear "sexy black dress" "outfit">><<wear "strappy golden dress" "outfit">></nobr>

<<button "Butt">><<only "bu">><<replace "#body">><<include "toys wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Neck">><<only "ne">><<replace "#body">><<include "neckwear wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Shoes">><<only "sh">><<replace "#body">><<include "shoes wardrobe">><</replace>><</button>>

<div id='tips'><<set $tips to random(1,10)>><<switch $tips>><<case 1>>Did you know you can click on your friends on the bottom right? <<case 2>>Your phone has a lot of hidden gems, check it out! <<case 3>>Make sure you keep hanging out with your friends to improve the friendship. <<case 4>>Got a lot of money? Nothing like a shopping spree to take care of that! <<case 5>>Make sure to check Instagram regularly! Like and comment on people's posts! <<case 6>>Going to school doesn't necessarily add to your grade, but it helps! <<case 7>>There's a hidden stat that defines your reputation. <<case 8>>The objectives tab on the left helps you track personal quests, check it out! <<case 9>>Want to switch between light and dark mode? you only need to use the settings on the left! <<case 10>>Hovering over the stats pictures on the right gives you minimal information about them. <</switch>></div> <div id='stickysticky'><<link "¤">><<set $tips to random(1,10)>><<replace "#tips">><<switch $tips>><<case 1>>Did you know you can click on your friends on the bottom right? <<case 2>>Your phone has a lot of hidden gems, check it out! <<case 3>>Make sure you keep hanging out with your friends to improve the friendship. <<case 4>>Got a lot of money? Nothing like a shopping spree to take care of that! <<case 5>>Make sure to check Instagram regularly! Like and comment on people's posts! <<case 6>>Going to school doesn't necessarily add to your grade, but it helps! <<case 7>>There's a hidden stat that defines your reputation. <<case 8>>The objectives tab on the left helps you track personal quests, check it out! <<case 9>>Want to switch between light and dark mode? you only need to use the settings on the left! <<case 10>>Hovering over the stats pictures on the right gives you minimal information about them. <</switch>><</replace>><</link>></div>

<<if tags().includes("Location")>>\ <div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<if tags().includes("Main")>>''Out of the House''<<else>>''Elsewhere''<</if>><<if tags().includes("Park")>><br><<if $valentine.has('Today')>><<link "Eva's Home" "Valentine Prep">><</link>>❗<<elseif $evamessagepost is 6 and $time gte 3>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eva's Home" "EvaEvent 3">><<add "evaevent" 1>><<set $evamessagepost to 0>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $evamessagepost is 6>><<dark "Eva's Home" "I can go there later today.">><<elseif $evaevent is 4 and $Eva gte 50 and $valentine.has("Passed")>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eva's Home" "EvaEvent 5">><<add "evaevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<else>><<dark "Eva's Home" "Why would I want to go there?">><</if>> | <<if $jasminmessagepre is 2>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Jasmin's Home" "Jasmin House">><<addtime>><</link>>❗<<elseif $jasminmessagepost is 3 and $time is 4>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Jasmin's Home" "Jasmin House">><<add "jasminevent" 1>><<addtime>><</link>>❗<<else>><<dark "Jasmin's Home" "Why would I want to go there?">><</if>> | <<if $club.has("DnD") and $day is 5 and $time is 4>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eric's Home" "DnD Club">><<addtime>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Not Implemented Yet (WIP)">><<elseif $ericevent is 2 and $Eric gte 30>><<link "<img src='images/icons/time.png'>Eric's Home" "Eric Event 3">><<add "ericevent" 1>><<add "Eric" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $club.has("DnD")>><<dark "Eric's Home" "DnD Club meets on Friday Evenings">><<else>><<dark "Eric's Home" "Why would I want to go there?">><</if>> | <<if $time lte 4>><<link "Plasticity" "plasticity">><</link>><<else>><<dark "Plasticity" "It's too late to go there.">><</if>><</if>>/*Line Break */ <<if tags().includes("Main") and $time is 5>>It's too late to leave home./*Stuck at home*/<<else>><<if tags().includes("Main")>><<dark "Home" "Already there">><<else>><<link "Home" "Management">><</link>><</if>> | /*School*/<<if tags().includes("School")>><<dark "School" "Already there">><<elseif $day is 6 or $day is 7>><<dark "School" "It's the weekend, no school to go to.">><<elseif $time is 1>><<link "School" "School">><</link>>❗<<elseif $day is 2 and $time is 3>><<link "School" "School">><</link>>❗<<elseif $day is 4 and $time is 3>><<link "School" "School">><</link>>❗<<elseif $time gte 2>><<dark "School" "It's too late to go to school.">><</if>> | /*Park*/<<if tags().includes("Park")>><<dark "Park" "Already there">><<else>><<link "Park" "Park">><</link>><<if $day is 6 and $time is 1 and $workoutoption is true>>❗<<elseif $valentine.has('Today')>>❗<<elseif $ericmessage is 2 or $ericmessagepost is 2>>❗<<elseif $ericmessage is 3 or $ericmessagepost is 3 and $day is 5>>❗<<elseif $Eva gte 40 and $evaevent is 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>>❗<<elseif $evamessagepost is 2 or $evamessage is 2>>❗<<elseif $evasmarts lte 0 and $friendsevents.count("evasmartslvl4") is 0>>❗<</if>><</if>> | /*Mall*/<<if tags().includes("Mall")>><<dark "Mall" "Already there">><<elseif $time is 5>><<dark "Mall" "Closed at Night">><<else>><<link "Mall" "Mall">><</link>><<if $jasminmessagepost is 1 or $jasminmessage is 1>>❗<<elseif $yaramessagepost is 1>>❗<<elseif $yaramessage is 4>>❗<<elseif $ericmessagepost is 1>>❗<<elseif $evamessagepost is 3 or $evamessage is 3>>❗<<elseif $valentine.has('pickup')>>❗<<elseif $leomessagepost is 7>>❗<</if>><</if>> | /*Gym*/<<if tags().includes("Gym")>><<dark "Gym" "Already there">><<elseif $visitedgym is true>><<dark "Gym" "Already worked out today.">><<elseif $time is 5>><<dark "Gym" "Closed at Night">><<else>><<link "Gym" "Gym">><</link>><<if $day is 7 and $leoworkout gt 0>>❗<<elseif $day is 3 and $leoworkout gt 0 and $time gte 3>>❗<<elseif $Yara gte 40 and $yaraevent is 3 and $valentine.has("Passed")>>❗<</if>><</if>> | /*Library*/<<if tags().includes("Library")>><<dark "Library" "Already there">><<elseif $visitedlibrary is true>><<dark "Library" "Already studied today.">><<elseif $time is 5>><<dark "Library" "Closed at night">><<else>><<link "Library" "Library">><</link>><<if $club.has("DebateProposal Accepted") and $day is 1 and $time is 3>>❗<<elseif $ericevent is 1 and $Eric gte 20>>❗<<elseif $Eva gte 5 and visited("Eva Prevent Belle") is 0>>❗<<elseif $Eva gte 10 and $evaevent is 0>>❗<<elseif $evamaths is "Cheat" or $evamaths is "Cheatme" or $evamaths is "Study">>❗<<elseif $evasmarts lte 15 and visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") is 0>>❗<<elseif $evasmarts lte 10 and visited("EvaSmarts Scenes") is 1>>❗<<elseif $class.has("S1G3")>>❗<</if>><</if>><</if>> </div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("MallLocation")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Back to Mall" "Mall">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("Shop")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'>''Out of here:'' <<link "Back to Park" "Park">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("Parkout")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Move on" "Park">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("Masturbation")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Leave" "Management">><</link>><<if $corruption gte 130 and $masturbateweek lt 2 and $time lt 5>> | <<link "Keep masturbating<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Masturbation">><<add "open" 1>><<less "smarts" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $corruption gte 260 and $masturbateweek lt 3 and $time lt 5>> | <<link "Keep gooning, slut.<img src='images/icons/time.png'>" "Masturbation">><<less "smarts" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<addtime>><</link>><<elseif $masturbateweek is 3>> | <<dark "Goon even more!" "I've gooned enough for today. There's always tomorrow though!">><</if>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineGymnasium")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Go deeper in school" "Valentine Inside">><</link>><<if $valentine.count('insideunaccessible') is 0>>❗<</if>> | <<link "Go outside" "Valentine Quad">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineQuad")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Go inside" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>> | <<link "Leave the Party" "Management">><<sleep>><<drop $valentine "Today" 1>><</link>><<dark "❗*" "Ends the Valentine event">></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineInside")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Back to Gymnasium" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineDrink")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Back to Gymnasium" "Valentine Gymnasium">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineToilets")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Go back" "Valentine Inside">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("ValentineLockers")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Go back" "Valentine Inside">><</link>></div></div></div></div><<elseif tags().includes("Dream")>><div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><div id='stickymain'><<link "Wake Up" "Management">><</link>></div></div></div></div><</if>>\ <<script>> $(document).one(":passagedisplay", function (event) { if ($("#topbar").length) { $("#passages").css("margin-top", $("#topbar").outerHeight() + 10); } else { $("#passages").css("margin-top", 0); } }); <</script>><<if $dndstyle is true>><<script>>var ayre = $('#right-ui-bar').detach();<</script>><<elseif $dndstyle is false>><<script>>$('#right-ui-bar').insertAfter('#ui-bar'); delete State.variables.dndstyle; location.reload();<</script>><<goto "Park">><</if>>\

<<if $dndstyle is true>><img src='images/character/phelaia.jpg' width='80%' style="position:relative; top:-25px"> Athletics: <<print $Athlete>> Acrobatics: <<print $Acrobatics>> Arcana: <<print $Arcana>> Animal Handling: <<print $AnimalHandling>> Deception: <<print $Deception>> History: <<print $History>> Insight: <<print $Insight>> Intimidation: <<print $Intimidation>> Investigation: <<print $Investigation>> Medicine: <<print $Medicine>> Nature: <<print $Nature>> Perception: <<print $Perception>> Performance: <<print $Performance>> Persuasion: <<print $Persuasion>> Religion: <<print $Religion>> Sleight Of Hand: <<print $HandSleight>> Stealth: <<print $Stealth>> Survival: <<print $Survival>> <div id='sticky'><<link '<img src="images/icons/settings-button.png" width="50px" title="Settings">'>><<script>>UI.settings()<</script>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/icons/save-button.png" width="50px" title="Saves">'>><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/icons/restart-button.png" width="50px" position="relative" up="10px" title="Restart">'>><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</link>></div><<else>><a href="https://discord.gg/aQsksbQCHf" target="_blank" title="Join us on Discord"><img src="images/logos/discord-logo.png" width="30 px"></a><a href="https://patreon.com/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Patreon"><img src="images/logos/patreon-logo.png" width="30 px"></a><a href="https://subscribestar.adult/thenookerotica" target="_blank" title="Support us on Subscribestar"><img src="images/logos/subscribestar-logo.png" width="30 px"></a> <img src="images/title-card.gif" width="100%"><<if $Intro.has("LeftSideStats1")>><<if $time is 1>><<pichead "icons/time-of-day/1.jpg" "Morning">><<elseif $time is 2>><<pichead "icons/time-of-day/2.jpg" "Noon">><<elseif $time is 3>><<pichead "icons/time-of-day/3.jpg" "Afternoon">><<elseif $time is 4>><<pichead "icons/time-of-day/4.jpg" "Evening">><<elseif $time is 5>><<pichead "icons/time-of-day/5.jpg" "Night">><</if>>''Day'': <<date>> ''Name'': <<print $name>> <<button "Portrait">><<set $bombastic to "Portrait">><<replace "#bombasticsideeye">><<include "mc-face">><</replace>><</button>><<button "Clothes">><<set $bombastic to "Clothes">><<replace "#bombasticsideeye">><<include "Worn">><</replace>><</button>> <center><div id='bombasticsideeye'><<if $bombastic is "Portrait">><<include "mc-face">><<set _clotheslooks to 0>><<elseif $bombastic is "Clothes">><<include "Worn">><</if>></div></center><<else>> <<link 'Disclaimers'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Disclaimers", "dis"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Disclaimers").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>> <<link 'Changelog'>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Changelog", "cha"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Changelog").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>><</if>> <div id='sticky'><<if $Intro.has("LeftSideStats")>><<link '<img src="images/icons/phoneicon.png" width ="50px" title="Phone">'>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("", "pho"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Phone Feed").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><<if $leomessage >0 or $evamessage >0 or $yaramessage >0 or $jasminmessage >0 or $ericmessage > 0>><span style="position:relative; right:20px; bottom: 40px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</if>><<link '<img src="images/icons/objectives-button.png" width ="50px" title="Objectives">'>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Objectives", "obj"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Objectives").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><<else>><</if>><<link '<img src="images/icons/settings-button.png" width="50px" title="Settings">'>><<script>>UI.settings()<</script>><</link>> <<link '<img src="images/icons/save-button.png" width="50px" title="Saves">'>><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</link>><<link '<img src="images/icons/restart-button.png" width="50px" position="relative" up="10px" title="Restart">'>><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</link>></div> <</if>>

Hello!

<<set $gameDate to new Date(2023, 11, 31, 23, 50); /* e.g. Jan 8, 7:01AM */>><<set $day to 1>><<set $time to 1>><<set $timename to "Morning">><<set $dayname to "Monday">> <<set $tutorial to true>> <<set $liked to true>> <<set $name to "Alice">> <<set $money = 10>> <<set $arousal = 20>> <<set $energy = 10>> <<set $looks = 0>> <<set $grade = 100>> <<set $reputation = 0>> <<set $maxarousal = 100>> <<set $maxgrade = 100>> <<set $maxenergy = 10>> <<set $Jasmin to 0>><<set $maxjasmin to 11>> <<set $Yara = 0>><<set $maxyara to 11>> <<set $Leo = 0>><<set $maxleo to 11>> <<set $Eva = 0>><<set $maxeva to 11>> <<set $Eric = 0>><<set $maxeric to 11>> <<set $Samuel = 0>> <<set $Julio = 0>> <<set $Jerome = 0>> <<set $Carter = 0>> <<set $Bekham = 0>> <<set $Elio to 0>><<set $elioscenes to 1>> <<set $Jordan to 0>><<set $jordanscenes to 1>> <<set $Ellis to 0>> <<set $cuck = 0>> <<set $mediasavvy = 1>> <<set $smarts = 10>> <<set $athletics = 1>> <<set $sexskill = 1>> <<set $sportsmarts = 0>> <<set $visitedschool = 0>> <<set $open = 0>> <<set $bbcworld = 0>> <<set $bisex = 0>> <<set $corruption to 0>> <<set $hrc to 0>><<set $blm to 0>><<set $climate to 0>><<set $lgbt to 0>> <<set $hrctotal = 6>> <<set $subdom = 0>> <<set $alphabeta = 0>> <<set $evasub = 0>> <<set $evasmarts = 20>> <<set $subdommax to 200>> <<set $subdommeter to $subdom + 100>> <<set $randomfriend to random(1, 8)>> <<set $mod = 0>> <<set $comment1 to "NA">><<set $comment2 to "NA">><<set $comment3 to "NA">><<set $comment4 to "NA">><<set $comment5 to "NA">><<set $comment6 to "NA">><<set $comment7 to "NA">><<set $comment8 to "NA">><<set $comment9 to "NA">><<set $comment10 to "NA">><<set $comment11 to "NA">><<set $comment12 to "NA">><<set $comment13 to "NA">><<set $comment14 to "NA">><<set $comment15 to "NA">><<set $comment16 to "NA">><<set $comment17 to "NA">><<set $comment18 to "NA">><<set $comment19 to "NA">><<set $comment21 to "NA">><<set $comment20 to "NA">><<set $commenthrc to "NA">> <<set $liked1 to false>><<set $liked2 to false>><<set $liked3 to false>><<set $liked4 to false>><<set $liked5 to false>><<set $liked6 to false>><<set $liked7 to false>><<set $liked8 to false>><<set $liked9 to false>><<set $liked10 to false>><<set $liked11 to false>><<set $liked12 to false>><<set $liked13 to false>><<set $liked14 to false>><<set $liked15 to false>><<set $liked16 to false>><<set $liked17 to false>><<set $liked18 to false>><<set $liked19 to false>><<set $liked21 to false>><<set $liked20 to false>><<set $likedhrc to false>> <<newinv $friendsevents>> <<newinv $DnDeez>> <<newinv $mail>><<set $notif to false>> /* Story Variables */ <<set $leomessage to 0>> /* 1 = convince to not dress as gladiators or philosophers 2 = convince to switch roles in greek costumes 3 = Sharing a trans bbc picture on social media 4 = 2nd level friendship hangout 5 = Month 2 Valentine Announcement Talk*/ <<set $leomessagepre to 0>> <<set $yaramessage to 0>> /* 1 = Hanging out at the mall 2 = Convincing Eva to dress slutty 3 = Applaud player on corrupting Eva further in month 2 event 4 = Hanging out at the mall the second time (friendship 10) 5 = Watch her game (friendship 20)*/ <<set $yaramessagepre to 0>> <<set $evamessage to 0>> /* 1 = convince to dress slutty 2 = sunday meeting for music video month 2 3 = Sunday Valentine Hangout*/ <<set $evamessagepre to 0>> /* 2 = sunday meeting for music video month 2 3 = Sunday Valentine Hangout*/ <<set $ericmessage to 0>> /* 1 = hanging out at the mall after friday class 2 = shooting the music video for project month 2 3 = FriendshipMilestone (10) Friday Hangout. 4 = Rejection for valentine talk*/ <<set $ericmessagepre to 0>> /* 2 = shooting the music video for project month 2 3 = FriendshipMilestone (10) Friday Hangout. 4 = Rejection for valentine talk*/ <<set $jasminmessage to 0>> <<set $leoworkout to 0>> <<set $metEva to false>> <<set $evaavoid to false>> <<set $metYara to false>> <<set $yaraavoid to false>> <<set $metLeo to false>> <<set $leoavoid to false>> <<set $metJasmin to false>> <<set $jasminavoid to false>> <<set $metEric to false>> <<set $jasminevent to 0>> <<set $leoevent to 0>> <<set $yaraevent to 0>> <<set $evaevent to 0>> <<set $ericevent to 0>> <<set $ericstate to "Stranger">> <<set $Bekhamc to 0>> <<set $group1 to "Unknown">><<set $group2 to "Unknown">><<set $group3 to "Unknown">><<set $group4 to "Unknown">> <<set $lyric to 0>><<set $audience to 0>> <<set $hrcrole to "Undefined">><<set $blm to 0>><<set $lgbt to 0>><<set $fem to 0>><<set $femchalwatch to 0>> <<set $parkworkout to 0>> <<newinv $dance>> <<newinv $club>> <<newinv $work>> <<newinv $class>> <<newinv $evaleo>><<newinv $evayara>> <<newinv $leojulio>><<newinv $jeromejasmin>> <<newinv $blackonly>><<pickup $blackonly 'NA' 1>> <<newinv $blackonlyjerome>><<newinv $blackonlyeric>><<newinv $blackonlyjasmin>><<newinv $blackonlybekham>><<newinv $blackonlymessage>> <<set $creamarttraining to 0>> <<set $AfricaInsta to 0>> <<newinv $valentine>><<pickup $valentine 'NA' 1>> <<newinv $masturbation>> <<newinv $social>> <<newinv $tattoos>> <<newinv $piercings>> <<newinv $thoughts>> <<newinv $dream>> /*Day Variables*/ <<set $classnumber to 0>> <<set $workoutweek to false>> <<set $smartsweek to false>> <<set $masturbateweek to 0>> <<set $mediasavvyweek to false>> <<set $porn to false>><<set $pornwatch to false>> <<set $visitedgym to false>> <<set $workedcafe to false>> <<set $metyaraday to false>> <<set $metevaday to false>> <<set $metjasminday to false>> <<set $metleoday to false>> <<set $metericday to true>> <<set $visitedinsta to false>><<set $instanotif to false>> <<set $februarytick to false>> <<set $marchtick to false>> <<set $apriltick to false>> <<set $maytick to false>> <<set $junetick to false>> /*Character Variables */ <<set $skin to "fair">> <<set $hair to "blonde">> <<set $eye to "blue">> <<set $hairl to "stylish">> <<set $length to "5'7 feet">> <<set $boobsize to "B-Cup">> <<set $bombastic to "Clothes">> /*Characters*/ <<character 'tutorial' 'images/icons/tutorial.png'>> <<character 'Eva' 'images/character/eva.jpg'>> <<character 'Yara' 'images/character/yara.jpg'>> <<character 'Eric' 'images/character/eric.jpg'>> <<character 'Leo' 'images/character/leo.jpg'>> <<character 'Jasmin' 'images/character/jasmin.jpg'>> <<character 'Ria' 'images/character/ria.jpg'>> <<character 'Jerome' 'images/character/jerome.jpg'>> <<character 'Author' 'images/character/ria.jpg'>> <<character 'Rotherford' 'images/character/rotherford.jpg'>> <<character 'Will' 'images/character/will.jpg'>> <<character 'Bekham' 'images/character/bekham.jpg'>> <<character 'Carter' 'images/character/carter.jpg'>> <<character 'Samuel' 'images/character/samuel.jpg'>> <<character 'Julio' 'images/character/julio.jpg'>> <<character 'Sasha' 'images/character/sasha.jpg'>> <<character 'Miscellaneous' 'images/icons/objectives-button.png'>> <<character 'Valentine' 'images/icons/valentine.jpg'>> <<character 'Easter' 'Easter Party' 'images/easter/easter-icon.jpg'>> <<character 'History' 'History Costume Project' 'images/classes/history-project/history.jpg'>> <<character 'Music' 'Music Project' 'images/classes/music-project/music.jpg'>> <<character 'Arts' 'Arts Projects' 'images/classes/arts-project/arts.jpg'>> <<character 'Economy' 'Econ Project' 'images/classes/economy-project/economy.jpg'>> <<character 'Theater' 'Theater Project' 'images/classes/theater-project/theater.png'>> <<character 'HRC' 'Human Rights Club' 'images/clubs/hrc-logo.jpg'>> <<character 'Track' 'Track Meet' 'images/clubs/track-logo.jpg'>> <<character 'Jogging' 'Jogging' 'images/clubs/track-logo.jpg'>> <<character 'DnD' 'Dungeons and Dragons' 'images/clubs/dnd-logo.jpg'>> <<character 'Leoworkout' 'Leo Workouts' 'images/character/leo.jpg'>> <<character 'Debate' 'Debate Club' 'images/clubs/debate-logo.png'>> <<character 'messageyara' 'Yara' 'images/character/yara.jpg'>> <<character 'messageauthor' '$name' 'images/character/ria.jpg'>> <<character 'messageeva' 'Eva' 'images/character/eva.jpg'>> <<character 'messageleo' 'Leo' 'images/character/leo.jpg'>> <<character 'messagejasmin' 'Jasmin' 'images/character/jasmin.jpg'>> <<character 'messageeric' 'Eric' 'images/character/eric.jpg'>> <<character 'randomblack' 'Random Guy' 'images/character/randomblack.jpg'>> <<character 'Text' 'Messages' 'images/icons/phone.png'>> /*Social Media Users*/ <<user 'loverboy22' 'images/character/sm/eric.jpg'>> <<user 'geekyblinders' 'images/character/sm/jasmin.jpg'>> <<user 'butterflown' 'images/character/sm/ria.jpg'>> <<user 'playfulbanter' 'images/character/sm/roy.jpg'>> <<user 'lisathesexy1997' 'images/social-media/egirl-trial.jpg'>> <<user 'will_be_big' 'images/character/sm/will.jpg'>> <<user 'madadder' 'images/character/sm/adaccount.png'>> <<user 'eliasrabbo' 'images/character/sm/elias.png'>> <<user 'melissabeauty' 'images/character/sm/melissa.png'>> <<user 'lady_in_red' 'images/character/sm/ladyinred.png'>> <<user 'evalovekiss' 'images/character/eva.jpg'>> <<user 'jasmintheflower18' 'images/character/jasmin.jpg'>> <<user 'peachysport' 'images/character/yara.jpg'>> <<user 'jaystone' 'images/character/jerome.jpg'>> <<user 'socialbutterfly' 'images/character/leo.jpg'>> <<user 'transbabe' 'images/character/sasha.jpg'>> <<user 'mr_carter' 'images/character/carter.jpg'>> <<user 'eliocoffee' 'images/character/elio.jpg'>> <<user 'busyman82' 'images/character/jordan.jpg'>> <<user 'earique' 'images/character/eric.jpg'>> <<user 'samusamu' 'images/character/samuel.jpg'>> /*Inventories in the Game*/ <<newinv $Intro>> <<newinv $takeoff>> <<newinv $wardrobe>> <<newinv $lisaespana>> <<newinv $pablorabonne>> <<newinv $nexustoys>> <<newinv $panties>> <<newinv $bra>> <<newinv $top>> <<newinv $shoes>> <<newinv $pants>> <<newinv $outfit>> <<newinv $access>> <<newinv $butt>> <<pickup $lisaespana 'sexy red thong' 1 'sexy black thong' 1 'sexy white thong' 1 'tiny black thong' 1 'slutty black thong' 1 'cute blue bra' 1 'normal black thong' 1 'normal red thong' 1 'blue cotton panties' 1 'black cotton panties' 1 'blue frilly thong' 1 'pink brief panties' 1 'pink demi cup bra' 1 'pink lycra panties' 1 'queen of spades thong' 1 'sexy black bra' 1 'sexy blue bra' 1 'sexy red bra' 1 'white bridal panties' 1 'satin pink pj top' 1 'satin pink pj bottom' 1 'purple pj bottom' 1 'purple pj top' 1 'teddy-black' 1 'teddy-blue' 1 'teddy-pink' 1 'teddy-purple' 1 'teddy-white' 1 'black negligee' 1 'pink chemise' 1 'blackbra2' 1 'redbra1' 1 'redbra2' 1 'white sexy bra' 1 ' whitebra' 1 'normal black bra' 1 'pink cotton panties' 1 'pink cotton bra' 1>> <<pickup $pablorabonne 'female school uniform' 1 'sexy schoolgirl outfit' 1 'white shirt and jeans' 1 'red sports shoes' 1 'gym plain outfit' 1 'gym yoga pattern' 1 'gym pink shorts' 1 'gym pink hoodie' 1 'basic black skirt' 1 'emo black top' 1 'flatshoes' 1 'basic creme flats' 1 'basic white top' 1 'bitch crop top' 1 'black patent heels' 1 'blackheels' 1 'casual trainers' 1 'cute pink skirt' 1 'cute white top' 1 'front zip skirt' 1 'goldskirt1' 1 'pink ankle strap heels' 1 'pink slit skirt' 1 'pink top and floral skirt' 1 'pinksneakers' 1 'red bandage minidress' 1 'redheels2' 1 'redheels4' 1 'redheels2' 1 'shoes4' 1 'shoes6' 1 'shoes8' 1 'shorts1' 1 'shorts2' 1 'white floral dress' 1 'whitestilletos' 1 'yellow summer dress' 1 'silk pink cami' 1 'slutty schoolgirl skirt' 1 'slutty schoolgirl top' 1 'light blue dress' 1 'sexy black dress' 1 'redskirt1' 1 'redtop1' 1 'emo black top' 1 'cute pink pajamas' 1>> <<pickup $nexustoys 'buttplug1' 1 'buttplug2' 1 'buttplug3' 1 'buttplug4' 1 'buttplug5' 1 'buttplug6' 1 'dildo1' 1 'dildo2' 1 'dildo3' 1 'dildo4' 1 'dildo5' 1 'dildo6' 1 'vibrator' 1 'wand' 1 'handcuffs' 1 'choker1' 1 'choker2' 1 'choker3' 1 'choker4' 1 'choker5' 1 'chokerdiamond' 1 'collar1' 1 'collar2' 1 'slave leia outfit' 1 'slutty nightgown' 1 'strappy golden dress' 1 'french maid bottom' 1 'french maid top' 1 'pink headband' 1>> /*Meters*/ <<newmeter 'Grade' 1>> <<colors 'cyan' 'cyan' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Grade: $grade %' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Arousal' 0.2>> <<colors 'red' 'pink' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Arousal: $arousal' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Energy'>> <<colors 'orange' 'yellow' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Energy: $energy' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'SubDom'>> <<colors 'red' 'pink' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Submissive / Dominant: $subdom' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Jasmin Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#8400FF' '#C180FF' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Jasmin / $maxjasmin' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Yara Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#80FF80' '#00FF00' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Yara / $maxyara' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Eva Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#ff9966' '#FF661A' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Eva / $maxeva' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Eric Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#f1bf41' '#be8c0e' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Eric / $maxeric' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Bekham Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#efa9a9' '#D82F2F' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Bekham / $maxbekham' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'Leo Friendship' 0.2>> <<colors '#94EBE5' '#28D7CC' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Friendship Level: $Leo / $maxleo' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> <<set $maxfem to 100>><<set $alphabetameter to $alphabeta + 50>> <<newmeter 'LeoFem' 0.5>> <<colors 'blue' 'pink' 'white'>> <<sizing 200px>> <<animation 400ms swing>> <<label 'Masculinity Level: $alphabeta' 'black' center>> <</newmeter>> /*Class Events Setting*/ <<set $classEvent1 = $classEvent1 || [ "History of Africa", "Biology and Bodies", "Biology and Bodies", "Intro to Gymnastics", "Conflict of Interest", "Bathroom Break", "Literary Values", "Simple Arithmetics", "Dancing Class", "Dancing Class", "Dancing Class"]>> <<set $classEvent2 = $classEvent2 || [ "Genitalia and Differences", "Ancient Theater", "Taking a Seat", "Literary Influences", "Black History", "Black History", "Black History", "Black History", "Secret Messages", "Basic Chemistry", "Expressive Dancing"]>> <<set $classEvent3 = $classEvent3 || [ "Flexibility and Beyond", "Flexibility and Beyond", "Advanced Mathematics", "Advanced Mathematics", "Partner Up to Dance", "Partner Up to Dance", "Empty Seat", "Basic Chemistry", "Standing for Africa", "Body Types", "University Prospects", "University Prospects"]>> <<set $classEvent4 = $classEvent4 || [/* +4 more */ "Saving Africa", "Fights of Africa", "Basic Chemistry", "Alpha and Beta and Leo", "Join the Music", "Literary Vices", "Girl Math", "Dirty Dancing", "First Class Seat"]>> /*Social Media Setting*/ <<set $SocialMediaJan = $SocialMediaJan || [ "Insta January 1", "Insta January 2", "Insta January 3", "Insta January 4", "Insta January 5", "Insta January 6", "Insta January 7", "Insta January 8", "Insta January 9", "Insta January 10"]>> <<set $SocialMediaFeb = $SocialMediaFeb || [ "Insta February 1", "Insta February 2", "Insta February 3", "Insta February 4", "Insta February 5", "Insta February 6", "Insta February 7", "Insta February 8", "Insta February 9", "Insta February 10"]>> <<set $SocialMediaMar = $SocialMediaMar || [ "Insta March 1", "Insta March 2", "Insta March 3", "Insta March 4", "Insta March 5", "Insta March 6", "Insta March 7", "Insta March 8", "Insta March 9", "Insta March 10"]>> <<set $SocialMediaApr = $SocialMediaApr || [ "Insta April 1", "Insta April 2", "Insta April 3", "Insta April 4", "Insta April 5", "Insta April 6", "Insta April 7", "Insta April 8", "Insta April 9", "Insta April 10"]>> <<set $SocialMediaMay = $SocialMediaMay || [ "Insta May 1", "Insta May 2", "Insta May 3", "Insta May 4", "Insta May 5", "Insta May 6", "Insta May 7", "Insta May 8", "Insta May 9", "Insta May 10"]>>

<<set $corruption = $sexskill + $open + $looks>><<if $corruption lte 0>><<set $corruption = 0>><</if>><<if $Intro.has("Finished")>><<silently>> <<repeat 1s>> <<replace "#athletics">>$athletics<</replace>> <<replace "#bisexuality">>$bisex<</replace>> <<replace "#smarts">>$smarts<</replace>> <<replace "#sexskill">>$sexskill<</replace>> <<replace "#mediasavvy">>$mediasavvy<</replace>> <<replace "#bbcworld">>$bbcworld<</replace>> <<replace "#money">>$money<</replace>> <<replace "#open">>$open<</replace>> <<replace "#looks">>$looks<</replace>> <<replace "#jasmin">>$Jasmin<</replace>><<if $jasminevent is 0>><<set $maxjasmin to 11>><<elseif $jasminevent is 1>><<set $maxjasmin to 21>><<elseif $jasminevent is 2>><<set $maxjasmin to 31>><<elseif $jasminevent is 3>><<set $maxjasmin to 41>><<elseif $jasminevent is 4>><<set $maxjasmin to 51>><<elseif $jasminevent is 5>><<set $maxjasmin to 61>><</if>><<if $Jasmin gte $maxjasmin and $maxjasmin != 61>><<set $Jasmin to $maxjasmin>><<replace "#jasminnotif">><span style="position:relative; right:-15px; bottom: 60px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</replace>><</if>> <<replace "#eva">>$Eva<</replace>><<if $evaevent is 0>><<set $maxeva to 11>><<elseif $evaevent is 1>><<set $maxeva to 21>><<elseif $evaevent is 2>><<set $maxeva to 31>><<elseif $evaevent is 3>><<set $maxeva to 41>><<elseif $evaevent is 4>><<set $maxeva to 51>><<elseif $evaevent is 5>><<set $maxeva to 61>><</if>><<if $Eva gte $maxeva and $maxeva != 61>><<set $Eva to $maxeva>><<replace "#evanotif">><span style="position:relative; right:-15px; bottom: 60px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</replace>><</if>> <<replace "#leo">>$Leo<</replace>><<if $leoevent is 0>><<set $maxleo to 11>><<elseif $leoevent is 1>><<set $maxleo to 21>><<elseif $leoevent is 2>><<set $maxleo to 31>><<elseif $leoevent is 3>><<set $maxleo to 41>><<elseif $leoevent is 4>><<set $maxleo to 51>><<elseif $leoevent is 5>><<set $maxleo to 61>><</if>><<if $Leo gte $maxleo and $maxleo != 61>><<set $Leo to $maxleo>><<replace "#leonotif">><span style="position:relative; right:-15px; bottom: 60px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</replace>><</if>> <<replace "#yara">>$Yara<</replace>><<if $yaraevent is 0>><<set $maxyara to 11>><<elseif $yaraevent is 1>><<set $maxyara to 21>><<elseif $yaraevent is 2>><<set $maxyara to 31>><<elseif $yaraevent is 3>><<set $maxyara to 41>><<elseif $yaraevent is 4>><<set $maxyara to 51>><<elseif $yaraevent is 5>><<set $maxyara to 61>><</if>><<if $Yara gte $maxyara and $maxyara != 61>><<set $Yara to $maxyara>><<replace "#yaranotif">><span style="position:relative; right:-15px; bottom: 60px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</replace>><</if>> <<replace "#eric">>$Eric<</replace>><<if $ericevent is 0>><<set $maxeric to 11>><<elseif $ericevent is 1>><<set $maxeric to 21>><<elseif $ericevent is 2>><<set $maxeric to 31>><<elseif $ericevent is 3>><<set $maxeric to 41>><<elseif $ericevent is 4>><<set $maxeric to 51>><<elseif $ericevent is 5>><<set $maxeric to 61>><</if>><<if $Eric gte $maxeric and $maxeric != 51>><<set $Eric to $maxeric>><<replace "#ericnotif">><span style="position:relative; right:-15px; bottom: 60px"><img src="images/icons/notification.png"></span><</replace>><<elseif $Eric gte $maxeric>><<set $Eric to $maxeric>><</if>> <<replace "#bekham">>$Bekham<</replace>> <<replace "#jerome">>$Jerome<</replace>> <<replace "#julio">>$Julio<</replace>> <<replace "#samuel">>$Samuel<</replace>> <<if $grade gte 100>><<set $grade = 100>><</if>><<if $arousal > $maxarousal>><<set $arousal = $maxarousal>><</if>> <<set _sportslooks = $athletics / 10>> <<set $looks = _sportslooks + _clotheslooks + $mod>> <<set $corruption = $sexskill + $open + $looks>><<if $corruption lte 0>><<set $corruption = 0>><</if>><<replace "#corruption">>$corruption<</replace>> <<updatemeter 'Grade' `$grade / $maxgrade`>> <<updatemeter 'Arousal' `$arousal / $maxarousal`>> <<if $valentine.has("Now")>><<updatemeter 'Energy' `$energy / $maxenergy`>><</if>> <<set $subdommeter to $subdom + 100>> <<updatemeter 'SubDom' `$subdommeter / $subdommax`>><</repeat>> <</silently>><<else>><</if>> <div align="center"><<if $Intro.has("FourMain")>>''Here are your stats:<span class='info'><<link "<img src='images/icons/info.png' height='10em' right='2em' down='4em'>nfo">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Stats Info", "sta"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Stats Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></span>''<<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("grade")>><<showmeter 'Grade' '$grade / $maxgrade'>><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("arousal")>><<showmeter 'Arousal' '$arousal / $maxarousal'>><<else>><</if>><<if $Intro.has("energy") and $valentine.has("Now")>><br><<showmeter 'Energy' '$energy / $maxenergy'>><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("subdom")>><<showmeter 'SubDom' `$subdommeter / $subdommax`>><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("cash")>><div id='stats'><div class="cash">''Cash'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/cash.png'>" "The amount of money I have.">></div>:<div id='money'>$money</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='mon_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='mon_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("looks")>><div id='stats'><div class="looks">''Looks'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/looks.png'>" "How good do I look?">></div>:<div id='looks'>$looks</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='loo_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='loo_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("FourMain")>><div id='stats'><div class="athletics">''Athletics'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/athletics.png'>" "My physical capabilites, how athletic I am.">></div>:<div id='athletics'>$athletics</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='ath_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='ath_2'>-1</div></div></div> <div id='stats'><div class="smarts">''Smarts'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/smarts.png'>" "How smart I am, duh!">></div>:<div id='smarts'>$smarts</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='smr_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='smr_2'>-1</div></div></div> <div id='stats'><div class="mediasavvy">''Media''</div><<dark "<img src='images/icons/media.png'>" "How good I am with Social Media.">>:<div id='mediasavvy'>$mediasavvy</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='med_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='med_2'>-1</div></div></div> <div id='stats'><div class="sexskill">''Sex Skill'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/sexskill.png'>" "How knowledgeable with sex stuff I am.">></div>:<div id='sexskill'>$sexskill</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='sex_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='sex_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("bbcworld")>><div id='stats'>  <div class="bbcworld"> ''BBC World'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>" "Is the world accepting of a BNWO?">></div>:<div id='bbcworld'>$bbcworld</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='bbc_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='bbc_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("bbcworld")>><div id='stats'>  <div class="bisexuality"> ''Bisexuality'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/bisex.png'>" "Attraction to all genders">></div>:<div id='bisexuality'>$bisex</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='bis_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='bis_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("open")>><div id='stats'><div class="open">''Openness'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/open.png'>" "Am I open to new experiences and to a more complicated world?">></div>:<div id='open'>$open</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='ope_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='ope_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("corruption")>><div id='stats'>  <div class="corruption"> ''Corruption'' <<dark "<img src='images/icons/corruption.png'>" "My level of corruption - The higher it is the more stuff I'll do!">></div>:<div id='corruption'>$corruption</div><div id='stat_1'><div id='cor_1'>+1</div></div><div id='stat_2'><div id='cor_2'>-1</div></div></div><<else>><</if>> <<if $Intro.has("RightSideFriends")>><div class='friends'><div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/jasmin.jpg" position="center" title='Jasmin'><p class="img__bgjas"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='jas_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='jas_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='jasmin'>$Jasmin</div><div id='jasminnotif'></div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/jasmin.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Jasmin'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmin", "jas"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jasmin Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/yara.jpg" position="center" title='Yara'><p class="img__bgyar"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='yar_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='yar_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='yara'>$Yara</div><div id='yaranotif'></div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/yara.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Yara'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Yara", "yar"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Yara Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/eva.jpg" position="center" title='Eva'><p class="img__bgeva"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='eva_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='eva_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='eva'>$Eva</div><div id='evanotif'></div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/eva.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Eva'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Eva", "eva"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eva Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/leo.jpg" position="center" title='Leo'><p class="img__bgleo"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='leo_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='leo_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='leo'>$Leo</div><div id='leonotif'></div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/leo.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Leo'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Leo", "leo"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Leo Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/eric.jpg" position="center" title='Eric'><p class="img__bgeri"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='eri_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='eri_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='eric'>$Eric</div><div id='ericnotif'></div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/eric.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Eric'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Eric", "eri"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Eric Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/bekham.jpg" position="center" title='Bekham'><p class="img__bgbek"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='bek_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='bek_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='bekham'>$Bekham</div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/bekham.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Bekham'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Bekham", "bek"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Bekham Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/julio.jpg" position="center" title='Julio'><p class="img__bgjul"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='jul_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='jul_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='julio'>$Julio</div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/julio.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Julio'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Julio", "jul"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Julio Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/samuel.jpg" position="center" title='Samuel'><p class="img__bgsam"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='sam_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='sam_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='samuel'>$Samuel</div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/samuel.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Samuel'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Samuel", "sam"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Samuel Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class="img__stat"><img class="img__disp" src="images/character/jerome.jpg" position="center" title='Jerome'><p class="img__bgjer"></p><p class="img__desc"><div id='stati_1'><div id='jer_1'><p class="img__bgg"></p></div></div><div id='stati_2'><div id='jer_2'><p class="img__bgr"></p></div></div><div id='jerome'>$Jerome</div></p><p class='img__nameinfo'><<link "<img src='images/character/jerome.jpg' width='100%' height='100%' title='Jerome'>">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Jerome", "jer"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Jerome Info").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></p></div> <div class='friendstatopen'><<button "Other Friends">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Other friendships", "jer"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Friendship Stats").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></div></div><<else>><</if>>

<<set _clotheslooks to 0>><div class="wardrobe"><center><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $outfit.has('cute pink pajamas')>><img src="images/clothes/cute pink pajamas.jpg"><<elseif $outfit.has('slutty schoolgirl outfit')>><img src="images/clothes/slutty schoolgirl outfit.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 4>><<elseif $outfit.has('yellow summer dress')>><img src="images/clothes/yellow summer dress.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('white floral dress')>><img src="images/clothes/white floral dress.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('strappy golden dress')>><img src="images/clothes/strappy golden dress.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 5>><<elseif $outfit.has('slave leia outfit')>><img src="images/clothes/slave leia outfit.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 3>><<elseif $outfit.has('slutty nightgown')>><img src="images/clothes/slutty nightgown.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 4>><<elseif $outfit.has('red bandage minidress')>><img src="images/clothes/red bandage minidress.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><<elseif $outfit.has('pink top and floral skirt')>><img src="images/clothes/pink top and floral skirt.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('sexy schoolgirl outfit')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy schoolgirl outfit.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 3>><<elseif $outfit.has('school uniform')>><img src="images/clothes/school uniform.jpg"><<elseif $outfit.has('female school uniform')>><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><img src="images/clothes/female school uniform.jpg"><<elseif $outfit.has('white shirt and jeans')>><img src="images/clothes/white shirt and jeans.jpg"><<elseif $outfit.has('gym plain outfit')>><img src="images/clothes/gym plain outfit.jpg"><<elseif $outfit.has('gym pink hoodie')>><img src="images/clothes/gym pink hoodie.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('gym pink shorts')>><img src="images/clothes/gym pink shorts.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><<elseif $outfit.has('gym yoga pattern')>><img src="images/clothes/gym yoga pattern.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('teddy-blue')>><img src="images/clothes/teddy-blue.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('teddy-pink')>><img src="images/clothes/teddy-pink.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('teddy-purple')>><img src="images/clothes/teddy-purple.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('teddy-white')>><img src="images/clothes/teddy-white.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('teddy-black')>><img src="images/clothes/teddy-black.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('pink chemise')>><img src="images/clothes/pink chemise.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('black negligee')>><img src="images/clothes/black negligee.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('sexy black dress')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy black dress.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $outfit.has('gym yoga pattern')>><img src="images/clothes/gym yoga pattern.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<else>><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $top.has('blue shirt')>><img src="images/clothes/blue shirt.jpg"><<elseif $top.has('french maid top')>><img src='images/clothes/french maid top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('redtop1')>><img src='images/clothes/redtop1.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('emo black top')>><img src='images/clothes/emo black top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('basic white top')>><img src='images/clothes/basic white top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('bitch crop top')>><img src='images/clothes/bitch crop top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('french maid top')>><img src='images/clothes/french maid top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('cute white top')>><img src='images/clothes/cute white top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('brown-hoodie')>><img src='images/clothes/brown-hoodie.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('purple pj top')>><img src='images/clothes/purple pj top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('satin pink pj top')>><img src='images/clothes/satin pink pj top.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('silk pink cami')>><img src='images/clothes/silk pink cami.jpg'><<elseif $top.has('slutty schoolgirl top')>><img src='images/clothes/slutty schoolgirl top.jpg'><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing a top">><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $pants.has('blue short')>><img src="images/clothes/blue short.jpg"><<elseif $pants.has('basic black skirt')>><img src='images/clothes/basic black skirt.jpg'><<elseif $pants.has('brown-sweatpant')>><img src='images/clothes/brown-sweatpant.jpg'><<elseif $pants.has('slutty schoolgirl skirt')>><img src='images/clothes/slutty schoolgirl skirt.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><<elseif $pants.has('short2')>><img src='images/clothes/short2.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $pants.has('shorts1')>><img src='images/clothes/shorts1.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $pants.has('satin pink pj bottom')>><img src='images/clothes/satin pink pj bottom.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $pants.has('purple pj bottom')>><img src='images/clothes/purple pj bottom.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $pants.has('pink slit skirt')>><img src='images/clothes/pink slit skirt.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><<elseif $pants.has('goldskirt1')>><img src='images/clothes/goldskirt1.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><<elseif $pants.has('front zip skirt')>><img src='images/clothes/front zip skirt.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $pants.has('french maid bottom')>><img src='images/clothes/french maid bottom.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $pants.has('redskirt1')>><img src='images/clothes/redskirt1.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $pants.has('shorts2')>><img src='images/clothes/shorts2.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $pants.has('cute pink skirt')>><img src='images/clothes/cute pink skirt.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing any bottoms">><</if>></span><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $access.has('choker1')>><img src='images/clothes/choker1.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('choker2')>><img src='images/clothes/choker2.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('choker3')>><img src='images/clothes/choker3.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('brown-cap')>><img src='images/clothes/brown-cap.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('choker4')>><img src='images/clothes/choker4.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('choker5')>><img src='images/clothes/choker5.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('chokerdiamond')>><img src='images/clothes/chokerdiamond.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('collar1')>><img src='images/clothes/collar1.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('collar2')>><img src='images/clothes/collar2.jpg'><<elseif $access.has('pink headband')>><img src='images/clothes/pink headband.jpg'><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing any accessories">><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $bra.has('pink demi cup bra')>><img src="images/clothes/pink demi cup bra.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $bra.has('cute blue bra')>><img src="images/clothes/cute blue bra.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('normal black bra')>><img src="images/clothes/normal black bra.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('sexy black bra')>><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><img src="images/clothes/sexy black bra.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('sexy blue bra')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy blue bra.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $bra.has('sexy red bra')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy red bra.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $bra.has('whitebra')>><img src="images/clothes/whitebra.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('white sexy bra')>><img src="images/clothes/white sexy bra.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('blackbra2')>><img src="images/clothes/blackbra2.jpg"><<elseif $bra.has('pink cotton bra')>><img src="images/clothes/pink cotton bra.jpg"><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing a bra">><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $panties.has('sexy red thong')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy red thong.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $panties.has('sexy black thong')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy black thong.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $panties.has('sexy white thong')>><img src="images/clothes/sexy white thong.jpg"><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $panties.has('blue cotton panties')>><img src="images/clothes/blue cotton panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('pink cotton panties')>><img src="images/clothes/pink cotton panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('tiny black thong')>><<set _clotheslooks += 2>><img src="images/clothes/tiny black thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('slutty black thong')>><img src="images/clothes/slutty black thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('normal black thong')>><img src="images/clothes/normal black thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('normal red thong')>><img src="images/clothes/normal red thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('blue frilly thong')>><img src="images/clothes/blue frilly thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('black cotton panties')>><img src="images/clothes/black cotton panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('pink brief panties')>><img src="images/clothes/pink brief panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('pink lycra panties')>><img src="images/clothes/pink lycra panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('queen of spades thong')>><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><img src="images/clothes/queen of spades thong.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('white bridal panties')>><img src="images/clothes/white bridal panties.jpg"><<elseif $panties.has('christmas-special')>><img src="images/clothes/christmas-special.jpg"><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing panties">><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $butt.has('buttplug1')>><img src='images/clothes/buttplug1.jpg'><<elseif $butt.has('buttplug2')>><img src='images/clothes/buttplug2.jpg'><<elseif $butt.has('buttlug3')>><img src='images/clothes/buttlug3.jpg'><<elseif $butt.has('buttplug4')>><img src='images/clothes/buttplug4.jpg'><<elseif $butt.has('buttplug5')>><img src='images/clothes/buttplug5.jpg'><<elseif $butt.has('buttplug6')>><img src='images/clothes/buttplug6.jpg'><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "No buttplugs used">><</if>></span><span class="wardrobe-item"><<if $shoes.has('red sports shoes')>><img src="images/clothes/red sports shoes.jpg"><<elseif $shoes.has('flatshoes')>><img src='images/clothes/flatshoes.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('basic creme flats')>><img src='images/clothes/basic creme flats.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('black patent heels')>><img src='images/clothes/black patent heels.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $shoes.has('blackheels')>><img src='images/clothes/blackheels.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $shoes.has('casual trainers')>><img src='images/clothes/casual trainers.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('pink sneakers')>><img src='images/clothes/pink sneakers.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('redheels2')>><img src='images/clothes/redheels2.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $shoes.has('redheels4')>><img src='images/clothes/redheels4.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<elseif $shoes.has('shoes4')>><img src='images/clothes/shoes4.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('shoes6')>><img src='images/clothes/shoes6.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('shoes8')>><img src='images/clothes/shoes8.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 0>><<elseif $shoes.has('whitestilettos')>><img src='images/clothes/whitestilettos.jpg'><<set _clotheslooks += 1>><<else>><<dark "<img src='images/clothes/nothing.jpg'>" "Not wearing any shoes">><</if>></span></center></div><div class='wearing'><<if tags().includes('Main')>><<button "Sleep Clothes" `passage()`>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<merge $wardrobe $panties>><<merge $wardrobe $top>><<merge $wardrobe $pants>><<merge $wardrobe $shoes>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $panties>><<dropall $bra>><<dropall $pants>><<dropall $shoes>><<dropall $top>><<dropall $outfit>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "cute pink pajamas" 1>><<transfer $wardrobe $panties "pink cotton panties" 1>><<transfer $wardrobe $bra "pink demi cup bra" 1>><</button>><<button "School Clothes" `passage()`>><<merge $wardrobe $bra>><<merge $wardrobe $panties>><<merge $wardrobe $top>><<merge $wardrobe $pants>><<merge $wardrobe $shoes>><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $panties>><<dropall $bra>><<dropall $pants>><<dropall $shoes>><<dropall $top>><<dropall $outfit>><<if $wardrobe.has('sexy schoolgirl outfit')>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "sexy schoolgirl outfit" 1>><<elseif $wardrobe.has('female school uniform')>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "female school uniform" 1>><<elseif $wardrobe.has('school uniform')>><<transfer $wardrobe $outfit "school uniform" 1>><</if>><<if $wardrobe.has('sexy red thong') and $wardrobe.has('sexy red bra')>><<transfer $wardrobe $panties "sexy red thong" 1>><<transfer $wardrobe $bra "sexy red bra" 1>><<elseif 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<div class="row"> <div class="col-3 menu"> <ul> <img src ="Images/SocialMedia/egirl-trial.jpg" width="25%"> </ul> </div> <div class="col-9"> <h1>The City</h1> <p>Hello lovers! Do you like what you see?</p> <p>Resize the browser window to see how the content respond to the resizing.</p> </div> </div> /*Leo Scene Template*/ <div id="choices"><<link "<img src='images/icons/masc.png'>Masculine Choice">><<add "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/nb.png'>Non-binary Choice">><<replace "#choices">> <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "<img src='images/icons/fem.png'>Feminine Choice">><<less "alphabeta" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "go back" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> /* Choice Template */ <div id="choices"><<link "Choice 1">><<add "x" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choice 2">><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>> <<link "Choice 3">><<less "x" 1>><<replace "#choices">> <<link "Leave" "School">><</link>><</replace>><</link>></div> /*Costumechoice Options: 1-Her and Jasmin are slaves to Jerome 2-Her and Jasmin are wives to Jerome 3-60s fashion 4-60s fashion - eva prostitute 5-All gladiators 6-All philosophers 7-Characters from Ancient Greece 8-Ancient Greece - characters reversed 9-Ancient Greece - both slaves 10-60s fashion - both prostitutes 11-60s fashion - Them prostitutes. <<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>><<less "open" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/'> <</if>> */ <<link "continue">><<replace "#continue">><<add "grade" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<if $clothingprice is true>><<add "grade" 1>>The money we have thrown on your costumes shows, as we arrive to class already dressed in our elegant outfits: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='500px' title='Leo'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-greek-hero.jpg' height='500px' title='Julio'><img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher.jpg' height='500px' title='Me'> <<elseif $clothingprice is false>><<add "open" 1>>As we have decided to cut back on our costume expenses, the outcome of such a choice is made apparent in our clothing: <img src='images/clothes/costumes/white-male-slave.webp' height='500px' title='Leo'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/black-male-gladiator-cheap.jpg' height='500px' title='Julio'> <img src='images/clothes/costumes/female-philosopher-sexy.jpg' height='500px' title='Me'><</if>> It felt odd being dressed as this inferior portraiture in front of the whole class, but at least I had<<light Leo>>next to me to support me with it, both of us inferior compared to our teammate. Despite that, one couldn't help but appreciate<<light Julio>>'s fine work and attention to detail. He was beaming, a perfect example of masculinity and dominance, and we just helped enhance it. As for me, well... <div id="choices"><<link "Be proud of my body">><<add "grade" 1>><<add "open" 1>><<add "subdom" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Taking the attention in stride, I flaunted my assets in the revealing outfit and used their attention to my advantage. Taking in the teachings of Mr.<<light Bekham>>, I started using that male gaze to get all my points across, explaining the topic and era we chose beautifully.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Fantasize about my predicament">><<add "open" 1>><<less "subdom" 1>><<add "Julio" 1>><<add "Jerome" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<add "arousal" 30>><<replace "#choices">>Something about being so vulnerable like that, scantily clad in what amounts to basically nothing, triggered an unexplained reaction in me, as I started accepting attention from my friends and embracing their stares. Subservient to my superior teammates, something in my mind completely shut off as I took my performance to heart, only speaking when spoken to. Something about the way people were looking at me was extremely exciting and extremely unsettling at the same time. I was beyond hot, feeling true heat emanating from me as their gazes activated something in me that I didn't know existed. <<light Jerome>>, at one point, noticing me looking at him, made it extra clear that he was checking me out, and I embarrasingly smiled at him, allowing him to use me as an object of fantasy. I was feeling beyond hot following orders like that.<</replace>><</link>> <<link "Don't get distracted, we have a presentation to do">><<add "Leo" 1>><<add "grade" 1>><<replace "#choices">>Putting aside my personal feelings regarding my predicament, I put the presentation at the forefront, making sure to stick to my part at times and allowing<<light Leo>>his place to shine in the philosophical aspect of the decade. It's a lot of fun seeing people's positive reaction to our presentation. We did well!<</replace>><</link>></div> <</replace>><</link>> <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Jan">><<say "History">><center>Chosen Group: <<if $group1 is "Jasmin and Jerome">>My partners are Jasmin and Jerome<<elseif $group1 is "Julio and Leo">>My partners are Julio and Leo<<elseif $group1 is "Yara and Eva">>My partners are Yara and Eva">><<else>>I am yet to choose my partners<</if>> Chosen Costume: <<if $costumechoice is 1>>Slaves of black owner<<elseif $costumechoice is 2>>Wives of Egyptian Pharaoh<<elseif $costumechoice is 3>>60s Pop Theme<<elseif $costumechoice is 4>>Harlot Eva and her pimps Yara and I<<elseif $costumechoice is 5>>Ancient Gladiators<<elseif $costumechoice is 6>>Greek Philosophers<<elseif $costumechoice is 7>>Ancient Greek Characters<<elseif $costumechoice is 8>>Julio's a gladiator, I'm a philosopher, Leo's a slave.<<elseif $costumechoice is 9>>Gladiator Julio and slaves Leo and I<<elseif $costumechoice is 10>>Pimp Yara and her Harlots Eva and I">><<else>>We are yet to choose our costume<</if>> Costume Pricing: <<if $clothingprice is false>>We have chosen not to spend money on the costumes.<<elseif $clothingprice is true>>We have chosen to invest money in the costumes.<<else>>I still need to attend Monday Project Sessions.<</if>> Costume Meeting: <<if visited("CostumeMeeting") gte 1>>We already met to work on our costumes.<<elseif $costumemeeting1 is true>>We're meeting to work on our costumes on Sunday.<<else>>I still need to attend classes and make choices.<</if>></center><</say>><<elseif GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb">><</if>>

<<widget add>><<nobr>> <<print '<<set $' + $args[0] + ' +=' + $args[1] + '>>'>> <<if $args[0] is "athletics">> <<replace "#ath_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#ath_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#ath_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "smarts">> <<replace "#smr_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#smr_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#smr_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "sexskill">> <<replace "#sex_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#cor_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#cor_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#sex_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#sex_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "mediasavvy">> <<replace "#med_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#med_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#med_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "looks">> <<replace "#loo_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#cor_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#cor_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#loo_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#loo_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "money">> <<replace "#mon_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#mon_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#mon_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "open">> <<replace "#cor_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#ope_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#ope_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#ope_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#cor_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "bbcworld">> <<replace "#bbc_1">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#bbc_1').removeClass('lift');setTimeout( () => $('#bbc_1').addClass('lift'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Jasmin">><<if $Jasmin gte $maxjasmin>><<set $Jasmin to $maxjasmin>><<replace "#jasmin">>X<</replace>><<timed 300ms>><<script>> $('#jas_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#jas_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>><</timed>><<else>><<replace "#jasmin">>+$args[1]<</replace>><</if>> <<script>> $('#jas_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#jas_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Eva">><<if $Eva gte $maxeva>><<set $Eva to $maxeva>><<replace "#eva">>X<</replace>><<timed 300ms>><<script>> $('#eva_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#eva_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>><</timed>><<else>><<replace "#eva">>+$args[1]<</replace>><</if>> <<script>> $('#eva_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#eva_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Yara">><<if $Yara gte $maxyara>><<set $Yara to $maxyara>><<replace "#yara">>X<</replace>><<timed 300ms>><<script>> $('#yar_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#yar_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>><</timed>><<else>><<replace "#yara">>+$args[1]<</replace>><</if>> <<script>> $('#yar_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#yar_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Leo">><<if $Leo gte $maxleo>><<set $Leo to $maxleo>><<replace "#leo">>X<</replace>><<timed 300ms>><<script>> $('#leo_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#leo_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>><</timed>><<else>><<replace "#leo">>+$args[1]<</replace>><</if>> <<script>> $('#leo_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#leo_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Eric">><<if $Eric gte $maxeric>><<set $Eric to $maxeric>><<replace "#eric">>X<</replace>><<timed 300ms>><<script>> $('#eri_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#eri_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>><</timed>><<else>><<replace "#eric">>+$args[1]<</replace>><</if>> <<script>> $('#eri_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#eri_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Bekham">><<replace "#bekham">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#bek_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#bek_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Jerome">><<replace "#jerome">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#jer_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#jer_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Julio">><<replace "#julio">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#jul_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#jul_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Samuel">><<replace "#samuel">>+$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#sam_1').removeClass('lifti');setTimeout( () => $('#sam_1').addClass('lifti'), 0) <</script>> <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>> <<widget less>><<nobr>> <<print '<<set $' + $args[0] + ' -=' + $args[1] + '>>'>> <<if $args[0] is "athletics">> <<replace "#ath_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#ath_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#ath_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "smarts">> <<replace "#smr_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#smr_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#smr_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "sexskill">> <<replace "#sex_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#cor_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#cor_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#sex_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#sex_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "mediasavvy">> <<replace "#med_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#med_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#med_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "looks">> <<replace "#loo_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#cor_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#cor_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#loo_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#loo_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "money">> <<replace "#mon_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#mon_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#mon_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "open">> <<replace "#cor_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<replace "#ope_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#ope_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#ope_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<script>> $('#cor_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#cor_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "bbcworld">> <<replace "#bbc_2">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#bbc_2').removeClass('lowe');setTimeout( () => $('#bbc_2').addClass('lowe'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Jasmin">><<replace "#jasmin">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#jas_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#jas_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Eva">><<replace "#eva">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#eva_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#eva_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Yara">><<replace "#yara">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#yar_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#yar_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Leo">><<replace "#leo">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#leo_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#leo_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Eric">><<replace "#eric">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#eri_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#eri_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Bekham">><<replace "#bekham">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#bek_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#bek_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Julio">><<replace "#julio">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#jul_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#jul_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Jerome">><<replace "#jerome">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#jer_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#jer_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <<elseif $args[0] is "Samuel">><<replace "#samuel">>-$args[1]<</replace>> <<script>> $('#sam_2').removeClass('lowei');setTimeout( () => $('#sam_2').addClass('lowei'), 0) <</script>> <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>

/* Date & Time Widget Setup */ <<set window.GameDays to [ "Sun", "Mon", "Tue", "Wed", "Thu", "Fri", "Sat" ]; window.GameMonths to [ "Jan", "Feb", "Mar", "Apr", "May", "Jun", "Jul", "Aug", "Sep", "Oct", "Nov", "Dec" ]; /* Below we have to use the multi-parameter version of the Date constructor, rather than the date string version, because the date string version treats a missing timezone offset as UTC. While there are ways to determine players' timezone offsets, so they could be added to a date string, it's more convenient simply to use the multi-parameter constructor. The point of this is so that you can simply initialize the game world clock to whatever date and time you wish without having to worry about the players' timezone offsets, while still ensuring that they all see the same game world dates and times. */ /* params: year , month(0-based) , day , hour(24H) , minute [, second ] */ $gameDate to new Date(2024, 0, 8, 7, 1); /* e.g. Mar 17, 2015 03:24 */ >> /* Date & Time Advancement Widget Definitions */ /* Adds the specified number of minutes. */ <<widget "addmins">>\ <<run $gameDate.setMinutes($gameDate.getMinutes() + $args[0])>>\ <</widget>> /* Adds the specified number of hours. */ <<widget "addhours">>\ <<run $gameDate.setHours($gameDate.getHours() + $args[0])>>\ <</widget>> /* Adds the specified number of days. */ <<widget "adddays">>\ <<run $gameDate.setHours($gameDate.getHours() + $args[0] * 24)>>\ <</widget>> /* Date & Time Printing Widget Definitions */ /* Prints the current date ("{weekday} {month} {day}, {year}"). */ <<widget "date">>\ <<print String.format("{0} {1} {2}, {3}", GameDays[$gameDate.getDay()], GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()], $gameDate.getDate(), $gameDate.getFullYear() )>>\ <</widget>> /* Prints the current time (12H). */ <<widget "time12hr">>\ <<if $gameDate.getHours() eq 0>>\ 12\ <<elseif $gameDate.getHours() gt 12>>\ <<print $gameDate.getHours() - 12>>\ <<else>>\ <<print $gameDate.getHours()>>\ <</if>>:\ <<if $gameDate.getMinutes() lt 10>>0<</if>><<print $gameDate.getMinutes()>> \ <<if $gameDate.getHours() gte 12>>PM<<else>>AM<</if>>\ <</widget>> /* Prints the current time (24H). */ <<widget "time24hr">>\ <<if $gameDate.getHours() lt 10>>0<</if>><<print $gameDate.getHours()>>:\ <<if $gameDate.getMinutes() lt 10>>0<</if>><<print $gameDate.getMinutes()>>\ <</widget>> /* Prints the current date and time (12H). */ <<widget "datetime">><<date>> <<time12hr>><</widget>> <<widget "thedate">>\<<time24hr>>    <<print String.format("{0} {1} {2}", $gameDate.getDate(), GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()], $gameDate.getFullYear() )>>\ <</widget>> /* New Time Widget Setup */ <<widget "addtime">><<add "time" 1>><<TimeDay>><</widget>> <<widget "newday">><<set $time +=1>><<if $time is 2>><<set $time += 1>><</if>><<if $time is 3>><<set $time += 1>><</if>><<if $time is 4>><<set $time += 1>><</if>><<if $time is 5>><<set $time += 1>><</if>><<if $time is 6>><<TimeDay>><</if>><</widget>> <<widget "TimeDay">> <<if $time is 1>> <<set $timename = "Morning">> <<elseif $time is 2>> <<set $timename = "Noon">> <<elseif $time is 3>><<set $timename = "Afternoon">> <<elseif $time is 4>> <<set $timename = "Evening">> <<elseif $time is 5>> <<set $timename = "Night">> <<elseif $time gte 6>> <<set $time to 1>> <<set $timename = "Morning">><<adddays 1>><<set $day += 1>> <</if>> <<if $day eq 1>> <<set $dayname = "Monday">> <<elseif $day is 2>> <<set $dayname = "Tuesday">> <<elseif $day is 3>> <<set $dayname = "Wednesday">> <<elseif $day is 4>> <<set $dayname = "Thursday">> <<elseif $day is 5>> <<set $dayname = "Friday">> <<elseif $day is 6>> <<set $dayname = "Saturday">> <<elseif $day is 7>> <<set $dayname = "Sunday">> <<elseif $day gte 8>> <<set $day = 1>> <<set $dayname = "Monday">> <</if>> <</widget>>

<nobr><<widget light>><<set _name to $args[0].toLowerCase()>><nobr><<print '<div class="tooltip ' + $args[0] +'"><b>' + $args[0] + '</b><span class="tooltipimage"' + '><img src="images/character/' + $args[0].toLowerCase() + '.jpg" width="88px"></' + 'span></' + 'div>'>></nobr><</widget>> <<widget dark>><nobr><<print '<div class="tooltip' + '"><span class="tooltiptext"' + '>' + $args[1] + '</' + 'span><b>' + $args[0] + '</b></' + 'div>'>></nobr><</widget>></nobr> <nobr><<widget "s" container>><<print '<span class="' + $args[0] +'"> <b>' + _contents + '</b> </' + 'span>'>><</widget>></nobr>

<<widget messaging container>><<print `<h2><<light ` + $args[0] + `>></h2><div class="imessage">` + _contents + `</div>`>><</widget>> <<widget mecon container>><<print `<p class="from-me no-tail margin-b_none">` + _contents + `</p>`>><</widget>> <<widget me container>><<print `<p class="from-me margin-b_one">` + _contents + `</p>`>><</widget>> <<widget themcon container>><<print `<p class="from-them no-tail margin-b_none">` + _contents + `</p>`>><</widget>> <<widget them container>><<print `<p class="from-them margin-b_one">` + _contents + `</p>`>><</widget>>

<<widget only>> <<set $pan to false>><<set $br to false>><<set $to to false>><<set $pa to false>><<set $ou to false>><<set $pj to false>><<set $bu to false>><<set $ne to false>><<set $sh to false>><<print "<<set $" + $args[0] + " to true>>">> <</widget>>

<<widget pic container>><center><<if $args[0] is "Yara">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/yara.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgyar2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Yara'' <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> Submission Level: <<print $subdom>> <<showmeter 'Yara Friendship' `$Yara / $maxyara`>></center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Eva">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/eva.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgeva2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Eva'' <img src='images/icons/sub.png'> Submission Level: <<print $evasub>> <img src='images/icons/smarts.png'> Smarts Level: <<print $evasmarts>> <<showmeter 'Eva Friendship' `$Eva / $maxeva`>></center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Leo">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/leo.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgleo2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Leo'' <<showmeter 'LeoFem' `$alphabetameter / $maxfem`>> <<showmeter 'Leo Friendship' `$Leo / $maxleo`>></center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Eric">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/eric.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgeri2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Eric'' <img src='images/icons/cuck.png'> His Acceptance: <<print $cuck>> <<showmeter 'Eric Friendship' `$Eric / $maxeric`>></center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Jasmin">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/jasmin.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgjas2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Jasmin'' <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'> BBC World: <<print $bbcworld>> <<showmeter 'Jasmin Friendship' `$Jasmin / $maxjasmin`>></center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Bekham">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/bekham.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgbek2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Bekham'' Closeness: $Bekham Classes Attended: $Bekhamc</center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Jerome">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/jerome.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgjer2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Jerome'' Our friendship: $Jerome <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World: $bbcworld</center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Julio">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/julio.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgjul2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Julio'' Our friendship: $Julio <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World: $bbcworld</center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Samuel">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/samuel.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__bgsam2"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Samuel'' Our friendship: $Samuel <img src='images/icons/bbcworld.png'>BBC World: $bbcworld</center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Elio">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/elio.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__background"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Elio'' My coworker at Creamart Our friendship: $Elio</center></p></div></center><<elseif $args[0] is "Jordan">><center><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/jordan.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__background"></p><p class="img__description"><center> ''Jordan'' My manager at Creamart Our friendship: $Jordan</center></p></div></center><<else>><<print "<center><div class='img__wrap'><img class='img__img' src='images/character/" + $args[0].toLowerCase() + ".jpg' width='220em'><p class='img__background'></p><p class='img__description'><center><br>''" + $args[0] + "'' <br>" + _contents + "</center></p></div></center>">><</if>></center><</widget>> <<widget pichalf>><<print '<center><img src="images/' + $args[0] + '" width="50%"></center>'>><</widget>> <<widget picmid>><<print '<center><img src="images/' + $args[0] + '" width="80%"></center>'>><</widget>> <<widget pichead>><<print '<img src="images/' + $args[0] + '" width="100%" title="' + $args[1] + '">'>><</widget>> <<widget picswitch container>><<print `<div class="row"><div class="col-1"></div><div class="col-4 management"><div class="img__wrap"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/` + $args[0].toLowerCase() + `.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__desco">` + $args[2] + `</p><img class="img__switch" src="images/character/` + $args[1].toLowerCase() + `.jpg" width="220em" position="center"><p class="img__desci">` + $args[3] + `</p></div></div><div class="col-1"></div><div class="col-7 paddedleft">` + _contents + `</div></div>`>><</widget>> <<widget vid>><<print `<div class="video"><center><video loop autoplay src='images/` + $args[0] + `' max-height='70%'/></center></div>`>><</widget>>

<nobr><<widget "RE" container>><<print '<div class="row"><div class="col-1"></div><div class="col-10"><div class="row randomevent"><div class="col-3 random"><img src="images/' + $args[0] + '" width="100%" style="width: 200%; top: 20%;"></div><div class="col-9 padded">' + _contents + '</div></div></div><div class="col-1"></div></div>'>><</widget>></nobr>

/* Sleeping time */ <<widget "sleep">><<newday>> <<if GameMonths[$gameDate.getMonth()] is "Feb" and $februarytick is false>><<if $midgamejump is "Valentine">><<else>><<pickup $valentine "Announcement" 1>><<set $februarytick to true>><</if>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $yaramessagepre is 1>><<set $yaramessage to 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $yaraevent is 0 and $Yara gte 10 and visited("YaraMall") gte 1>><<set $yaramessage to 4>><</if>> <<if $metEric is true and $ericmessagepre is 1>><<set $ericmessage to 1>><<set $ericmessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $leomessagepre is 7>><<set $leomessagepost to 7>><<elseif $leoevent is 3 and $Leo gte 40 and $leomessagepre is 0>><<if $alphabeta gte 25 or $alphabeta lte -25>><<set $leomessage to 7>><</if>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $yaramessagepre is 5>><<set $yaramessage to 5>><<elseif $yaraevent is 2 and $Yara gte 30 and $yaramessagepre is 0>><<set $yaramessage to 5>><</if>> <<if $day is 7 and $jasminmessagepre is 1>><<set $jasminmessage to 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $jasminmessagepre is 3>><<set $jasminmessage to 3>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $evamessagepre is 6>><<set $evamessage to 6>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $day is 7 and $evamessagepre is 3>><<set $evamessage to 3>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $day is 7 and $evamessagepre is 2>><<set $evamessage to 2>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $day is 7 and $ericmessagepre is 2>><<set $ericmessage to 2>><</if>> <<if $day is 4 and $club.has("LW Buttplug Him") and $club.count("LW Buttplug Message") is 0 and $leomessage is 0>><<set $leomessage to 9>><</if>> <<if $jasminmessagepre is 7>><<set $jasminmessage to 7>><<set $jasminmessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $evamessagepre is 8>><<set $evamessage to 8>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>><<if $evamessagepre is 9 and $day is 7>><<set $evamessage to 9>><<set $evamessagepre to 0>><</if>> <<if $ericevent is 3 and $Eric gte 40 and $ericmessagepost is 0>><<set $ericmessage to 7>><</if>> <<if $day is 6 and $club.has("MovieAnnounced")>><<pickup $club "MovieDay" 1>><<drop $club "MovieAnnounced" 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 5 and $valentine.has('Announced') and $valentine.count('Progress') is 0>><<set $leomessage to 5>><<pickup $valentine "Progress" 1>><<drop $valentine "Announced" 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 4 and $valentine.has('Progress') and $valentine.count('Approach') is 0>><<pickup $valentine "Approach" 1>><<drop $valentine "Progress" 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 3 and $valentine.has('topickup') and $valentine.count('pickedup') is 0>><<set $evamessage to 4>><<drop $valentine "topickup" 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 5 and $valentine.has('Leoaskout')>><<set $leomessage to 7>><</if>> <<if $valentine.has("Today")>><<drop $valentine "Today" 1>><</if>><<if $valentine.has("Now")>><<drop $valentine "Now" 1>><<pickup $valentine "Passed" 1>><</if>> <<if $alphabeta lte -15 and visited("LW Lockers") gte 1 and $friendsevents.count("leofem1open") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "leofem1open" 1>><</if>><<if visited("LeoFem1") is 1 and $alphabeta lte -25 and $friendsevents.count("leofem2open") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "leofem2open" 1>><</if>> <<if $evasmarts lte 5 and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail" 1>><<set $notif to true>><</if>> <<if $evasub gte 25 and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 2") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 2" 1>><<set $notif to true>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 2 Choice") and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 3") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 3" 1>><<set $notif to true>><</if>> <<if $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 3 Accepted") and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 4") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 4" 1>><<set $notif to true>><<elseif $mail.has("Eva Strange Mail 3 Rejected") and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 0") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 0" 1>><<set $notif to true>><<elseif $mail.has("ESM Bad") and $mail.count("Eva Strange Mail 0") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Eva Strange Mail 0" 1>><<set $notif to true>><</if>> <<if $open gte 20 and $mail.count("Slifire Mail Announced") is 0 and $mail.count("Slifire 1") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mail Announced" 1>><<set $notif to true>><</if>><<if $mail.has("Slifire Waiting") and $mail.count("Slifire Second Mail") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Second Mail" 1>><<set $notif to true>><<elseif $mail.has("Slifire 1")>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Waiting" 1>><</if>> <<if $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 1 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 2") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 2" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 2 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 3") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 3" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 3 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 4") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 4" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 4 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 5") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 5" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 5 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 6") is 0>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 6" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 6 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 7") is 0>><<add "money" 100>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 7" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><<elseif $day is 7 and $mail.has("Slifire Mission 7 Choice") and $mail.count("Slifire Mission 8") is 0>><<add "money" 100>><<pickup $mail "Slifire Mission 8" 1>><<set $slifirenotif to true>><</if>> <<if $open gte 30 and $friendsevents.count("open3open") is 0>><<pickup $friendsevents "open3open" 1>><</if>> <<if $classvisitday is true>><<set $classvisitday to false>><<else>><<less "grade" 1>><</if>><<if $hrcmedia is true>><<set $hrcmedia to false>><</if>><<if $femchaldaily is true>><<set $femchaldaily to false>><</if>><<if $bnwopropday is true>><<set $bnwopropday to false>><</if>><<set $workoutweek to false>><<set $smartsweek to false>><<set $masturbateweek to 0>><<set $mediasavvyweek to false>><<set $visitedlibrary to false>><<set $visitedgym to false>><<set $workedcafe to false>><<set $randomfriend to random(1, 5)>><<set $metyaraday to false>><<set $metevaday to false>><<set $metericday to false>><<set $metjasminday to false>><<set $metleoday to false>><<set $visitedinsta to false>><<set $pornwatch to false>><<add "arousal" 10>><<timed 500ms>><<dream>><</timed>> <</widget>> <<widget "dream">><<if $dream.count("Random Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Random Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Random Dream 1">> <<elseif $dream.count("Random Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Random Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Random Dream 2">> <<elseif $blackonly.has("BNWO Inspo 2 Seen") and $dream.count("Random Dream 6") is 0>><<add "arousal" 20>><<pickup $dream "Random Dream 6" 1>><<goto "Random Dream 6">> <<elseif $arousal gte 90 and $dream.count("Arousal Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Arousal Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Arousal Dream 1">> <<elseif $arousal gte 90 and $dream.count("Arousal Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Arousal Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Arousal Dream 2">> <<elseif $arousal gte 90 and $dream.count("Arousal Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Arousal Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Arousal Dream 3">> <<elseif $arousal gte 90 and $dream.count("Arousal Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Arousal Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Arousal Dream 4">> <<elseif $arousal gte 90 and $dream.count("Arousal Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Arousal Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Arousal Dream 5">> <<elseif visited("Open3") is 1 and $dream.count("Open Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Open Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Open Dream 1">> <<elseif $open gte 60 and $dream.count("Open Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Open Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Open Dream 2">> <<elseif $butt.hasAny("buttplug1", "buttplug2", "buttplug3", "buttplug4", "buttplug5", "buttplug6") and $arousal gte 80 and visited("LW Buttplugging") gte 1 and $dream.count("Butt Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Butt Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Butt Dream 1">> <<elseif $butt.hasAny("buttplug1", "buttplug2", "buttplug3", "buttplug4", "buttplug5", "buttplug6") and $arousal gte 80 and $dream.count("Open Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Open Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Open Dream 3">> <<elseif $athletics gte 50 and $open gte 60 and $dream.count("Open Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Open Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Open Dream 4">> <<elseif $open gte 50 and $dream.count("Open Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Open Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Open Dream 5">> <<elseif $subdom lte -5 and $dream.count("Sub Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Sub Dream 1">> <<elseif $subdom lte -25 and visited("HRC Feminism 1") gte 1 and $dream.count("Sub Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Sub Dream 2">> <<elseif $subdom lte -35 and $dream.count("Sub Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Sub Dream 3">> <<elseif $subdom lte -45 and $dream.count("Sub Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Sub Dream 4">> <<elseif $subdom lte -50 and $dream.count("Sub Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Sub Dream 5">> <<elseif $subdom gte 5 and $dream.count("Dom Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dom Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Dom Dream 1">> <<elseif $subdom gte 20 and $dream.count("Dom Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dom Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Dom Dream 2">> <<elseif $subdom gte 30 and $dream.count("Dom Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dom Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Dom Dream 3">> <<elseif $subdom gte 40 and $dream.count("Dom Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dom Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Dom Dream 4">> <<elseif $subdom gte 50 and $dream.count("Dom Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dom Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Dom Dream 5">> <<elseif $masturbation.count("bbcwatch") gte 3 and $dream.count("BBC Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Dream 1" 1>><<add "bbcworld" 1>><<goto "BBC Dream 1">> <<elseif $bbcworld gte 25 and $dream.count("BBC Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Dream 2" 1>><<goto "BBC Dream 2">> <<elseif $bbcworld gte 30 and $dream.count("BBC Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Dream 3" 1>><<goto "BBC Dream 3">> <<elseif $bbcworld gte 35 and $dream.count("BBC Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Dream 4" 1>><<goto "BBC Dream 4">> <<elseif $bbcworld gte 40 and $dream.count("BBC Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Dream 5" 1>><<goto "BBC Dream 5">> <<elseif $bisex gte 15 and $dream.count("Bisex Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Bisex Dream 1" 1>><<add "bisex" 1>><<add "arousal" 10>><<goto "Bisex Dream 1">> <<elseif $bisex gte 20 and $bbcworld gte 25 and $dream.count("BBC Bisex Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Bisex Dream 1" 1>><<goto "BBC Bisex Dream 1">> <<elseif $bisex gte 25 and $bbcworld gte 30 and $dream.count("BBC Bisex Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Bisex Dream 2" 1>><<goto "BBC Bisex Dream 2">> <<elseif visited("DnD Club") gte 1 and $dream.count("Dnd Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dnd Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Dnd Dream 1">> <<elseif visited("DnD Club") gte 1 and $bisex gte 20 and $dream.count("Dnd Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dnd Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Dnd Dream 2">> <<elseif visited("DnD Club") gte 1 and $open gte 50 and $dream.count("Dnd Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dnd Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Dnd Dream 3">> <<elseif visited("DnD Club") gte 1 and $bisex gte 25 and $dream.count("Dnd Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dnd Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Dnd Dream 4">> <<elseif visited("DnD Club") gte 1 and $bbcworld lte 10 and $dream.count("Dnd Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Dnd Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Dnd Dream 5">> <<elseif visited("Bekham Class 2") gte 1 and $dream.count("Bekham Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Bekham Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Bekham Dream 1">> <<elseif $class.has("Bekham") and $dream.count("Bekham Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Bekham Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Bekham Dream 2">> <<elseif visited("The Male Gaze") gte 1 and $dream.count("Bekham Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Bekham Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Bekham Dream 3">> <<elseif visited("LeoFem2") gte 1 and $dream.count("Leo Fem Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Fem Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Leo Fem Dream 1">> <<elseif $leoworkout gte 8 and $dream.count("Leo Fem Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Fem Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Leo Fem Dream 2">> <<elseif $leoworkout gte 13 and $dream.count("Leo Fem Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Fem Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Leo Fem Dream 3">> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -40 and $dream.count("Leo Fem Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Fem Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Leo Fem Dream 4">> <<elseif $masturbation.has("LeoCaged") and $dream.count("Leo Fem Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Fem Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Leo Fem Dream 5">> <<elseif $evasmarts lt 10 and $dream.count("Eva Smarts Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Smarts Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Eva Smarts Dream 1">> <<elseif $evasmarts lt 5 and $dream.count("Eva Smarts Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Smarts Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Eva Smarts Dream 2">> <<elseif $evasmarts lt -5 and $dream.count("Eva Smarts Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Smarts Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Eva Smarts Dream 3">> <<elseif $evasmarts lt -10 and $dream.count("Eva Smarts Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Smarts Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Eva Smarts Dream 4">> <<elseif $evasmarts lt -20 and $dream.count("Eva Smarts Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Smarts Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Eva Smarts Dream 5">> <<elseif $Eric gte 30 and $subdom lte -10 and $cuck lte 10 and $dream.count("Eric Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eric Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Eric Dream 1">> <<elseif $Eric gte 35 and $subdom lte -15 and $cuck lte 10 and $dream.count("Eric Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eric Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Eric Dream 2">> <<elseif $Yara gte 30 and $subdom lte -10 and $dream.count("Yara Sub Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Sub Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Yara Sub Dream 1">> <<elseif $Yara gte 35 and $subdom lte -15 and $dream.count("Yara Sub Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Sub Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Yara Sub Dream 2">> <<elseif $Yara gte 40 and $subdom lte -30 and $dream.count("Yara Pet Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Pet Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Yara Pet Dream 1">> <<elseif $Yara gte 45 and $subdom lte -30 and $dream.count("Yara Pet Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Pet Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Yara Pet Dream 2">> <<elseif $Yara gte 30 and $subdom gte 10 and $dream.count("Yara Dom Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Dom Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Yara Dom Dream 1">> <<elseif $Yara gte 35 and $subdom gte 15 and $dream.count("Yara Dom Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Dom Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Yara Dom Dream 2">> <<elseif $Yara gte 40 and $subdom gte 20 and $dream.count("Yara Dom Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Yara Dom Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Yara Dom Dream 3">> <<elseif $cuck gte 20 and $dream.count("Cuck Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Cuck Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Cuck Dream 1">> <<elseif $cuck gte 25 and $dream.count("Cuck Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Cuck Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Cuck Dream 2">> <<elseif visited("Cuck 30 Scene") and $dream.count("Cuck Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Cuck Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Cuck Dream 3">> <<elseif $cuck gte 40 and $dream.count("Cuck Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Cuck Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Cuck Dream 4">> <<elseif $cuck gte 50 and $dream.count("Cuck Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Cuck Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Cuck Dream 5">> <<elseif $friendsevents.has("Evasub 30") and $dream.count("Eva Sub Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Eva Sub Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Eva Sub Dream 1">> <<elseif visited("Jasmin Event 3") gte 1 and $dream.count("Jasmin Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jasmin Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Jasmin Dream 1">> <<elseif $masturbation.has("threesomewatch") and $dream.count("Jasmin Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jasmin Dream 2" 1>><<goto "Jasmin Dream 2">> <<elseif $jasminevent gte 4 and $dream.count("Jasmin Dream 3") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jasmin Dream 3" 1>><<goto "Jasmin Dream 3">> <<elseif $jasminevent gte 5 and $dream.count("Jasmin Dream 4") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jasmin Dream 4" 1>><<goto "Jasmin Dream 4">> <<elseif $jasminevent gte 6 and $dream.count("Jasmin Dream 5") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jasmin Dream 5" 1>><<goto "Jasmin Dream 5">> <<elseif $club.has("DC Ad Hominem") and $dream.count("Ad Hominem Dream") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Ad Hominem Dream" 1>><<goto "Ad Hominem Dream">> <<elseif $club.has("DC Strawman") and $dream.count("Strawman Dream") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Strawman Dream" 1>><<goto "Strawman Dream">> <<elseif $subdom lte -20 and $bbcworld gte 20 and $dream.count("Sub BBC Cheer Dream") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Sub BBC Cheer Dream" 1>><<goto "Sub BBC Cheer Dream">> <<elseif $Jerome gte 10 and $bbcworld gte 20 and $dream.count("Jerome Dream") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Jerome Dream" 1>><<goto "Jerome Dream">> <<elseif $Yara gte 40 and $bbcworld gte 20 and $dream.count("BBC Yara Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Yara Dream 1" 1>><<goto "BBC Yara Dream 1">> <<elseif $Yara gte 47 and $bbcworld gte 27 and $dream.count("BBC Yara Dream 2") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Yara Dream 2" 1>><<goto "BBC Yara Dream 2">> <<elseif $alphabeta lte -35 and $dream.count("Leo Date Dream") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Leo Date Dream" 1>><<goto "Leo Date Dream">> <<elseif $boobsize is "D-Cup" and $dream.count("Bimbo Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "Bimbo Dream 1" 1>><<goto "Bimbo Dream 1">> <<elseif $subdom lte -30 and $bbcworld gte 25 and $dream.count("BBC Prego Dream 1") is 0>><<pickup $dream "BBC Prego Dream 1" 1>><<goto "BBC Prego Dream 1">> <<elseif $dream.count("Maria Choice Dream") is 0 and $friendsevents.has("S&M Maria 1")>><<pickup $dream "Maria Choice Dream" 1>><<goto "Maria Choice Dream">> <<else>><<goto "Management">><</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "sleepwinter">>\ <<if $gameDate.getHours() >= 0 and $gameDate.getHours() < 7>><<set $gameDate.setHours(7)>><<set $energy to $maxenergy>><<else>><<run $gameDate.setHours($gameDate.getHours() + 24)>><<set $gameDate.setHours(7)>><<set $energy to $maxenergy>><</if>>\ <<add "winterday" 1>><<if $winterday is 8>><<pickup $Intro "Finished" 1>><<if $Intro.count("looks") is 0>><<pickup $Intro "looks" 1>><</if>><<if $Intro.count("open") is 0>><<pickup $Intro "open" 1>><</if>><<if $Intro.count("cash") is 0>><<pickup $Intro "cash" 1>><</if>><<set $tutorial to false>><<goto "Management">><<script>> Dialog.setup("End of Winter Break", ""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Winter Break End").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</if>><<set $wintermorning to false>><<set $winterevening to false>> <</widget>>

<<widget tutu container>><<print `<<if $tutorial is true>><div class="row"><div class="col-2"></div><div class="col-8 tutu"><<tutorial>>` + _contents + `<</tutorial>></div><div class="col-2"></div></div><</if>>`>><</widget>>

<<widget updatedialog>><<script>> Dialog.setup("Wardrobe", "war"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Wardrobe").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</widget>> <<widget darkbuy>> /*args[0] is the reason*/ <<if $args[0] is corruption>><<dark "Corruption" "This is too hot for me<img src='images/icons/corruption.png'>">><<elseif $args[0] is money>><<dark "Corruption<img src='images/icons/corruption.png'>" "This is too hot for me">><</if>> <</widget>> <<widget wear>><nobr><<set _item to $args[0]>><<set _item2 to $args[1]>><<print '<<if $wardrobe.has("' + $args[0] + '")>><<link [img[images/clothes/' + _item + '.jpg]]>><<if $wardrobe.has("' + $args[0] + '")>><<replace "#warning">>I put on the ' + $args[0] + '<</replace>><<if $' + $args[1] + ' is "outfit">><<merge $wardrobe $top>><<dropall $top>><<merge $wardrobe $pants>><<dropall $pants>><<elseif $' + $args[1] + ' is "pants">><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><<elseif $' + $args[1] + ' is "top">><<merge $wardrobe $outfit>><<dropall $outfit>><</if>><<merge $wardrobe $' + $args[1] + '>><<dropall $' + $args[1] + '>><<transfer $wardrobe $' + $args[1] + ' "' + $args[0] + '" 1>><<run setPageElement("story-caption", "StoryCaption")>><<updatedialog>><<else' + '>><<replace "#warning">>I am already wearing this.<</replace>><<' + '/if>><</' + 'link>><<elseif $' + $args[1] + '.has("' + $args[0] + '")>><span class="wearing"><<link [img[images/clothes/' + _item + '.jpg]]>><<if $wardrobe.has("' + $args[0] + '")>><<replace "#warning">>I put on the ' + $args[0] + '<</replace>><<merge $wardrobe $' + $args[1] + '>><<dropall $' + $args[1] + '>><<transfer $wardrobe $' + $args[1] + ' "' + $args[0] + '" 1>><<updatedialog>><<else' + '>><<replace "#warning">>I am already wearing this.<</replace>><<' + '/if>><</link>></span><<else>><</if>>'>></nobr><</widget>> <<widget buy>>/* args[0] is the shop name; args[1] is the item name; args[2] is the price; args[3] is the corruption requirement */<<print "<<if $" + $args[0] + ".has('" + $args[1] + "')>><<if $money >= " + $args[2] + " and $corruption >= " + $args[3] + ">><<link [img[images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]>><<transfer $" + $args[0] + " $wardrobe '" + $args[1] + "' 1>><<less 'money' " + $args[2] + ">><<goto '" + $args[0] + "'>><</link>><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $money < " + $args[2] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[I cannot afford this|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $corruption < " + $args[3] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[This is too hot for me|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<</if>><<else>><span class='unowned'>[img[I already own this item|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><</if>>">> <</widget>> <<widget momentbuy>><<print "<<if $" + $args[0] + ".has('" + $args[1] + "')>><<if $money >= " + $args[2] + " and $corruption >= " + $args[3] + ">><<link [img[images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]>><<transfer $" + $args[0] + " $wardrobe '" + $args[1] + "' 1>><<less 'money' " + $args[2] + ">><</link>><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $money < " + $args[2] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[I cannot afford this|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $corruption < " + $args[3] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[This is too hot for me|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/corruption.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<</if>><<else>><span class='unowned'>[img[I already own this item|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><</if>>">> <</widget>> <<widget sexbuy>>/* args[0] is the shop name; args[1] is the item name; args[2] is the price; args[3] is the sexskill requirement */<<print "<<if $" + $args[0] + ".has('" + $args[1] + "')>><<if $money >= " + $args[2] + " and $sexskill >= " + $args[3] + ">><<link [img[images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]>><<transfer $" + $args[0] + " $wardrobe '" + $args[1] + "' 1>><<less 'money' " + $args[2] + ">><<goto '" + $args[0] + "'>><</link>><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/sexskill.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $money < " + $args[2] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[I cannot afford this|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/sexskill.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<<elseif $sexskill < " + $args[3] + ">><span class='unowned'>[img[This is too hot for me|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><br>[img[images/icons/cash.png]]req: " + $args[2] + " [img[images/icons/sexskill.png]]req: " + $args[3] + "<</if>><<else>><span class='unowned'>[img[I already own this item|images/clothes/" + $args[1] + ".jpg]]</span><</if>>">> <</widget>>

<<widget roll container>><<print `//<<linkreplace "Roll for ` + $args[0] + `">><<set $roll to random(1,20) + $` + $args[0] + `>><<if $roll gte ` + $args[1] + `>><<s roll>>Rolled <<print $roll>> - ` + _contents + `<</s>><<elseif $roll lt ` + $args[1] + `>><<s rollfail>>Rolled <<print $roll>> - ` + $args[2] + `<</s>><</if>><</linkreplace>>//`>><</widget>>

<<widget speak container>><<print `<span class="img__wrop"><img class="img__img" src="images/character/` + $args[0].toLowerCase() + `.jpg" width="80em" height="80em"><img class="img__swotch" src="images/character/` + $args[1].toLowerCase() + `.jpg" width="80em" height="80em" title="` + $args[1] + `"><<s ` + $args[1] + `>> ` + $args[0] + `: ` + _contents + `<</s>></span>`>><</widget>>