Neueport

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!Neueport You are playing a build of Courier made for Lewd Jam 2017. This game was written and developed by bnbstripes and an artist who still hasn't decided on a name. More on that in the future, maybe! This game does not explore a "main story" and is //proof of concept//. This means that ''there is no end state!'' Despite this, the game is fully playable with multiple side missions. If people like the game enough, I may explore taking the writing somewhere else. Most likely, though, I'll be working on different projects. ''Because of the incomplete nature of this game, you will begin with much more money than you would normally have. Use this to purchase a gun immediately. Note that this is a heavy reading game; if you don't like reading the small details, you may want to play something else.'' It should be obvious that there are strong adult themes and content in this game. If you are a minor or are offended by such content, including (but not limited to): - Prostitution. - Rape. - Drug use. - Dark themes. - Coarse language. - Sexual slavery. - Mild violence. <> ...then please close and delete this game and reformat your hard drive. Otherwise [[click here to begin|AptIntro]] or use the "saves" button to the side to load a previous save. We suggest saving often, as you cannot take back your actions after making them. <<set $gamestarted to false>> <>

<<if $gamestarted is true>><<if $time lt 10>>🌅<<elseif $time lt 15>>🌞<<elseif $time lt 20>>🌃<<else>>🌙 <<endif>>　It is <<if $time lt 10>>0<<endif>>$time\ 00 Today is ''$day, Day $date''. You have ''$money eun''. You are <<if $health is 3>>in good health<<elseif $health is 2>>''injured''<<elseif $health is 1>>''near death''<<else>>''dead''<<endif>>. You are <<if $hunger is 3>>well sated<<elseif $hunger is 2>>''hungry''<<else>>''starving''<<endif>>.<<endif>>

!Credits Writing, programming, and UI by <a href="https://bnbstripes.com" target="_blank">bnbstripes</a>. Art, CGs, and character designs by an artist who I will credit as long as they come up with an alias. //Neueport// was written for <a href="https://itch.io/jam/lewd-jam-2017" target="_blank">Lewd Jam 2017</a>. All assets and writing took place between a period of 10 days. I would like to give thanks to the EroDev <a href="https://discord.gg/E2tC29R" target="_blank">Discord community</a> and <a href="https://reddit.com/r/nsfwdev" target="_blank">r/nsfwdev</a> as part of the <a href="https://erodev.moe" target="_blank">EroDev network</a>. Hopefully it's not still in development when people start playing this! <<back [[Back|$lastactive]]>>

<> <<set _a to passage()>> <<if _a is not "Intel" and _a is not "Inventory" and _a is not "Stats" and _a is not "Credits" and _a is not "Appearance" and _a is not "IntelPersonal" and _a is not "IntelWeapons" and _a is not "IntelNeueport" and _a is not "IntelSkills" and _a is not "IntelCapo" and _a is not "IntelConsigliere" and _a is not "IntelCTO" and _a is not "IntelGang" and _a is not "IntelRivalGang" and _a is not "IntelCIA">> <<set $lastactive to passage()>> <<endif>> <<if $clothing is "hi-vis vest">> <<set $ef_strength to $strength + 5>> <<set $ef_gunskill to $gunskill - 5>> <<set $ef_stealth to $stealth - 20>> <<elseif $clothing is "bondage">> <<set $ef_strength to $strength - 20>> <<set $ef_gunskill to $gunskill - 5>> <<set $ef_stealth to $stealth - 10>> <<elseif $clothing is "tacvest">> <<set $ef_strength to $strength + 5>> <<set $ef_gunskill to $gunskill + 10>> <<set $ef_stealth to $stealth - 5>> <<elseif $clothing is "nothing">> <<set $ef_strength to $strength - 5>> <<set $ef_gunskill to $gunskill - 20>> <<set $ef_stealth to $stealth - 10>> <<else>> <<set $ef_strength to $strength>> <<set $ef_gunskill to $gunskill>> <<set $ef_stealth to $stealth>> <<endif>> <> <<if $gamestarted is true>> [[📊 　Stats|Stats]] [[🗄️ 　Intel|Intel]] [[👜 　Inventory|Inventory]] <<endif>> [[💁 　Credits|Credits]]

Version 0.4.7a (LJ17)

"...it's the same as last week, sir. Crime in the poor wards is continually ignored by local law enforcement. The Neueport Militia continues to patrol the border strongly around the Airfield District." You sit straight in your chair, looking directly into the webcam of your sturdy Thinkpad laptop. You hold your earpiece, cocking your head, responding to the droning of the pixellated man on the other side. "...no, sir, no change. The government is stable, as far as I can tell. I have maintained cover and have not approached beurocratic buildings or lobbyists, and will maintain sleeper status until I receive new orders." The moon shines beyond your stained windows, lighting up your otherwise dim apartment. Your hear the bustle of the streets far below: the occasional shriek of a pedestrian, the booming bass of the seedy Ports nightlife, the dismissive shuffling of the destitute population. "...of course, sir. Nothing else to report. Special Operative Lawson, out." You close the lid of your laptop and hear it whirr to a close. You suddenly become aware of the boom of a video advertisement as the neon pink streams light into your room. [[Stand up to stretch your legs.|AptIntro2]]

!Statistics !!Status <> 💓 <div class="blocker"></div> <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $health + '" max="3"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Vitality'' ($health / 3. Death at 0) <> <> 👙 <div class="blocker"></div> <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $lewdness + '" max="40"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Perversion'' ($lewdness / 40) <> <> 🍔 <div class="blocker"></div> <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $hunger + '" max="3"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Satiety'' ($hunger / 3. Death at 0) <> !!Skills <> ''🔫 <div class="blocker"></div> '' <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $ef_gunskill + '" max="40"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Firearms'' ($ef_gunskill / 40) <> <> ''💪 <div class="blocker"></div> '' <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $ef_strength + '" max="40"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Fitness'' ($ef_strength / 40) <> <> ''🕵️‍<div class="blocker"></div> '' <<= '<progress id="health" value="' + $ef_stealth + '" max="40"></progress>' >> <div class="blocker"></div> ''Stealth'' ($ef_stealth / 40) <> <<back [[Back|$lastactive]]>>

!Inventory !!Weapon <> <<if $weapon_name is "nothing">> You are not currently carrying a sidearm. <<else>> You are carrying the $weapon_name as a sidearm, chambered in $ammo_type ammo. One $weapon_name magazine is in the firearm, and another is in your secret pouch. You can only organise your ammunition at your apartment's work bench. It is not easy to know how much ammunition you have in each magazine if you do not reload frequently. You can also check how much spare ammunition you have for a specific firearm in your apartment. <<endif>> <> !!Appearance <<if $clothing is "white blouse">>[img[img/blouse.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "hi-vis vest">>[img[img/hivis.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "bondage">>[img[img/bondage.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "tacvest">>[img[img/tacvest.png]]<<else>>[img[img/naked.png]]<<endif>> You are wearing: ''$clothing''. This gives you the following status bonuses: <> <<if $clothing is "white blouse">> - No status boosts. - Ability to blend in with those who tend to wear formal wear, specifically white and black clothing. <<elseif $clothing is "hi-vis vest">> - ''+5'' to strength. - ''-5'' to gun skill. - ''-20'' to stealth. - Ability to blend in with maintenance crews, construction workers, and labourers. <<elseif $clothing is "bondage">> - ''-10'' to stealth. - ''-20'' to strength. - ''-5'' to gun skill. - Ability to blend in with sex workers: strippers, prostitutes, etc. <<elseif $clothing is "tacvest">> - ''-5'' to stealth. - ''+5'' to strength. - ''+10'' to gun skill. - Survives minor encounters, but may affect your ability to remain covert. May intimidate people. <<else>> - ''-10'' to strength. - ''-5'' to stealth. - ''-20'' to gun skill. - Ability to blend in with sex workers: strippers, prostitutes, etc, but only in select circumstances. <<endif>> <> !!Items You are carrying: <> <<if $item1 gt 0>>$item1 container(s) of potassium nitrate. <<endif>> <<if $item2 gt 0>>$item2 box(es) of aluminium foil. <<endif>> <<if $item3 gt 0>>$item3 container(s) of potassium chlorate. <<endif>> <<if $item4 gt 0>>$item4 lockpick(s). <<endif>> <<if $item5 gt 0>>$item5 radio transmitter(s). <<endif>> <<if $item6 gt 0>>$item6 bag(s) of sugar. <<endif>> <<if $item7 gt 0>>$item7 roll(s) of scotch tape. <<endif>> <<if $item8 gt 0>>$item8 neodynium magnet(s). <<endif>> <<if $item9 gt 0>>$item9 bottle(s) of bleach. <<endif>> <<if $item10 gt 0>>$item10 roll(s) of white clay. <<endif>> <<if $item11 gt 0>>$item11 GPS disruptor unit(s). <<endif>> <<if $item12 gt 0>>$item12 winch wrench(es). <<endif>> <<if $item13 gt 0>>$item13 roll(s) of soundproofing. <<endif>> <<if $item14 gt 0>>$item14 thermal field generator unit(s). <<endif>> <<if $item15 gt 0>>$item15 ancient smartphone(s). <<endif>> <<if $item16 gt 0>>$item16 harpoon(s). <<endif>> <<if $item17 gt 0>>$item17 bottle(s) of vinegar. <<endif>> <<if $item18 gt 0>>$item18 container(s) of potassium nitrate. <<endif>> <> !!Notes - Obviously, you cannot hold your weapon in a concealed holster if you are wearing no clothes or skimpy clothes. Keep in mind you will be much more exposed with no fire backup, so be prepared. Would help if you were physically fit, as well. - See the Appearance tab to customise what you are wearing. Clothes you own are displayed in your apartment: you can only change your clothes there. <<back [[Back|$lastactive]]>>

!Intelligence As a trained special operative, you have memorised a great deal of information available to you. You can use this dialogue and your photographic memory to recall the files you have read. 01. [[Special Operative Rene Lawson|IntelPersonal]] 02. [[The Technocratic State of Neueport|IntelNeueport]] 03. [[Weapons in Neueport|IntelWeapons]] 04. [[Operational Skills|IntelSkills]] 05. <<if $intelcapo is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[Capo Samuel Brin of the Zaibatsu Syndicate|IntelCapo]]<<endif>> 06. <<if $intelconsigliere is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[Consigliere Alexander Brin|IntelConsigliere]]<<endif>> 07. <<if $intelcto is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[Chief Technology Officer Ellie Yamamoto|IntelCTO]]<<endif>> 08. <<if $intelgang is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[Zaibatsu Syndicate|IntelGang]]<<endif>> 09. <<if $intelrivalgang is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[23rd Street Raiders|IntelRivalGang]]<<endif>> 10. <<if $intelcia is false>>''- CLASSIFIED -''<<else>>[[CIA: Classified Operations in Neueport|IntelCIA]]<<endif>> <<back [[Back|$lastactive]]>>

Today marks your 12th week of operations in the secretive Technocratic State of Neueport. Over the last few months, you've had the opportunity to get close to the locals and learn a little bit about culture here. Every day, you would return to your apartment and report what you've learned to your superiors at Langley, Virginia. So far, not much has come out of it; you've not had the opportunity for offically sanctioned operations, nor have you received any field support. You would think at the very least they could send some funds so that you could live off something that isn't instant ramen and civillian ration paste for once. But aparently that's a "risk they aren't willing to take." If it weren't for the laptop with the fancy encryption and the expensive cover ID, you might think this was a punishment assignment. You suppose that you shouldn't complain. Over the last few months, you've recorded only a handful of planes and cargo ships entering and exiting the border. No other craft were allowed in or out. You documented and photographed every single new emigré from a distance. Mercenary planes and private jets owned public figures you recognised from television. Mostly men, no children. Every single person entering gets stranded at the Airfield for at least a whole day going through Neueport's strict security screening. You hold your Director's choice to pick you for the job in your heart with pride. Doing your best for Uncle Sam out from the Army, straight into the arms of an intelligence agency. No better option than you to play the part of a young mercenary's daughter. Your reminiscing comes to an end as your stomach starts to growl. "A week of odd jobs for small change in the Public Housing District around my apartment. All alone with no operational support, no other agents in the country, and no clue what we're up against!" you mumble to yourself. "Whatever. Maybe I'll head outside get some noodles. Any more Flaky Fish A27 Civillian Ration Packs and I'll lose my mind." [[Take the elevator down.|Residential]]

!Residential District <> <<if $gamestarted is true>> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is "Residential" or _a is "Ports" or _a is "CED" or _a is "Airfield" or _a is "Business">> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 2>> <<endif>> <<if $date is 2 and $day2 is false>> <<set $day2 to true>> //Until you have a mission in Neueport, you need to earn your upkeep and survive. There are various ways of earning money, some ways better than others. Visit the various poorer districts to loot buildings, testing your strength and combat skills. Run heists in wealthy buildings to steal valuables to sell on the black market, making use of your stealth skill.// //Or... like many before you, you can use your femininity in the Ports District and CED to earn a living working the night. Just remember that you have bills to pay and a job to do. Keep your skills sharp by visiting training centres like the Gym in the Business District and your situation will improve.// //Rent and bills are due weekly on day 7, 14, 21, and so on. This is 100 eun each week. Remember to eat and stay healthy! Keep track of your stats frequently to avoid problems during jobs.// //From this point forward, you're on your own. Keep your wits about you, and good luck, Operative.// <<endif>> <<endif>> <<if $gamestarted is false>> //You can now travel around the city of Neueport. Note that travel anywhere takes time: about an hour to any station. The time of day may affect your operations, including what happens at what time. You won't be able to do anything after midnight and the streets become more dangerous the later it gets. Keep that in mind while planning your activities.// //Neueport is a loosely governed state. Firearms are legal and unregulated. While illegal, the drug and sex trade runs rampant in the poor Ports District and areas in the inner city districts. More information about Neueport and other intelligence can be found in the sidebar.// //Keep track of your inventory and your stats during gameplay. ''Purchase a concealed carry sidearm as soon as possible''. The city is dangerous, but it's manageable for somebody like you. Stay healthy, keep up with your training, and ensure you are able to do your job when you're activated. Remember your training and you'll be fine.// <<set $time to 18>> <<set $money to 250>> <<set $health to 3>> <<set $lewdness to 0>> <<set $hunger to 2>> <<set $gunskill to 5>> <<set $strength to 5>> <<set $stealth to 5>> <<set $day to "Saturday">> <<set $date to 1>> <<set $weapon_name to "nothing">> <<set $ammo_type to "nothing">> <<set $threefiveseven to 0>> <<set $ninemil to 0>> <<set $eightmil to 0>> <<set $mag_one to 0>> <<set $mag_two to 0>> <<set $gun_revolver to false>> <<set $gun_glock to false>> <<set $gun_c8 to false>> <<set $clothing to "white blouse">> <<set $clothing_tactical to false>> <<set $clothing_hivis to false>> <<set $clothing_bondage to false>> <<set $bandages to 0>> <<set $intelcapo to false>> <<set $intelconsigliere to false>> <<set $intelcto to false>> <<set $intelgang to false>> <<set $intelrivalgang to false>> <<set $intelcia to false>> <<set $gamestarted to true>> <<set $day2 to false>> <<set $item1 to 0>> <<set $item2 to 0>> <<set $item3 to 0>> <<set $item4 to 1>> <<set $item5 to 0>> <<set $item6 to 0>> <<set $item7 to 0>> <<set $item8 to 0>> <<set $item9 to 0>> <<set $item10 to 0>> <<set $item11 to 0>> <<set $item12 to 0>> <<set $item13 to 0>> <<set $item14 to 0>> <<set $item15 to 0>> <<set $item16 to 0>> <<set $item17 to 0>> <<set $item18 to 0>> <<set $poortrain to false>> <<endif>> <<if $time lt 10>> The sun is rising. If it weren't for the sullen expressions of the labourers around you walking to the bullet train, the neon pink signs highlighting the foggy red skies could even be called beautiful. But you've spent too much time here to notice. Your senses are attuned to those around you as you continue your patrol, ready to execute your day's plan. <<elseif $time lt 15>> It's near mid day but the sun can hardly be seen. Only the labourers and destitutes who can't afford to live anywhere else reside here. As a result, it is almost empty aside from you, scanning the streets, looking at the wet pavement, listening to the light patter on the rooves. The occasional mechanical whirr of some cleaning robot or AC unit sometimes causes you to turn your head cautiously. <<elseif $time lt 20>> The night is about to wind down, but you wager a newcomer wouldn't even be able to tell. Before the soldiers from the Militia start eying the populace waiting for the curfew, the streets are alive with music. Burning barrels on ground level flicker as the rain patters down on them, the smell of squid on sticks arouses your senses, and the repetitive bass of advertisement boards high above in the apartment complexes echo for miles. <<else>> You shudder at the biting cold as you approach the buildings around your flat. The thought of curling up in your sleeping bag fills your mind as you walk amongst the alleys. You don't feel safe outside this late at night, especially with the curfew. You find comfort in the multiple escape lanes, obstruction of light, and cover along the decrepit apartments should anything bad happen. <<endif>> <> !! Buildings [[Public Bathhouse|Bathhouse]] [[Sampson Luxury Hotels|Hotel]] [[Your Apartment Complex|Lobby]] [[Street Market|Market]] You don't see anything you'd want in the storage containers. !! Bullet Train You can use the bullet train for ''2 eun'' one-way. Each trip will take an hour. Where would you like to go? <<if $money lt 2>> [[I can't afford it...|PoorTrain]]<<else>><<if $time lt 24>> [[Airfield District|Airfield]] [[Ports District|Ports]] Residential District [[Business District|Business]] [[Central Entertainment District|CED]]<<else>> [[Return home before curfew|Apartment]]<<endif>><<endif>>

!Airfield District <> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is "Residential" or _a is "Ports" or _a is "CED" or _a is "Airfield" or _a is "Business">> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 2>> <<endif>> <> <> <<if $time lt 10>> The sun rises in the airfield as labourers get to work. Trucks are loaded and unloaded as the sun rises. The skies are still without the roar of jets overhead as the fog eases in the distance. You wonder how these poor souls could get up each morning to get to work so far out from any residential areas... before you realise that you're doing the same. <<elseif $time lt 15>> The morning work of the warehouse labourers is completely over, and the trucks and transports are making their way out of the Airfield to the bullet train. In a few moments, the labourers would get lunch, and would go to some other job in a less lonely district for another paycheck. If you needed to do anything clandestine, perhaps slightly later would be the time? <<elseif $time lt 20>> The skies turn dark as the world runs on silent. Only the wind and the occasional movements of the city remain with you. You spy the distant glimmering lights of the CED in the distance... it feels like a different world from where you're standing. It's just you and the occasional small patrol of Militiamen. You feel like a predator, sticking to the shadows as you patrol along the empty fields. <<else>> The skies turn cold and the midnight headlights flicker. You hear the shuffling of feet, the marching of Militiamen leaving their patrols to enforce the curfew in the other districts. You feel safe hearing the march of boots and the whirr of skycars under bright night lights... but if you did anything, it's quite possible you'll be scrutinised. <<endif>> <> !!Locations [[Airport]] [[Shooting Range|Range]] [[Warehouses]] [[Militia Outpost|MilitaryBase]] [[Laboratory|Lab]] !!Bullet Train You can use the bullet train for ''2 eun'' one-way. Each trip will take an hour. Where would you like to go? <<if $money lt 2>> [[I can't afford it...|PoorTrain]]<<else>><<if $time lt 24>> Airfield District [[Ports District|Ports]] [[Residential District|Residential]] [[Business District|Business]] [[Central Entertainment District|CED]]<<else>> [[Return home before curfew|Apartment]]<<endif>><<endif>>

!Business District <> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is "Residential" or _a is "Ports" or _a is "CED" or _a is "Airfield" or _a is "Business">> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 2>> <<endif>> <<if $time lt 10>> The day slowly grinds to a wake in the sunny Business District. Beeping skycars, moving feet, exertion of those running to their morning workout... life here flows slower than the bustle of the CED and the grime of the northern districts. With the steady beat of traffic and the smell of coffee, you almost feel peaceful. <<elseif $time lt 15>> Your sunglasses lie on your nose as the sun shines harshly down, reflecting from the metallic windows and buildings. By now, the businessmen are mostly gone from their desks for lunch. The streets are filled with the hurried pacing of white-collar workers. While the streets are busy, you use this as concealment, moving through the crowd. If you were to infiltrate a building, you'd have fewer eyes to deal with... <<elseif $time lt 20>> The sun sets brilliantly beyond the buildings, but the day's pulse remains. Late workers slave away at their desks to meet approaching deadlines, and the Militiamen preparing for their curfew patrol make their final rounds at their gyms and cafes. Too many watchful eyes... you'll need to be careful if you want to blend in here. <<else>> At this hour, the District is quiet. The early-rising white-collar workers may already be in bed, and the buildings have mostly been vacated apart from an occasional Militia patrol group. If you were to complete a covert op, now would be the time... if you could get back home before curfew ends. <<endif>> <> !!Locations [[Hospital]] [[Skyland Engineering|Skyland]] [[Land of Sweat (Gym)|Gym]] <<if $time gt 7>>[[Utilitarian Fashion (Store)|ClothingStore]]<<else>>Utilitarian Fashion is closed.<<endif>> [[Juliet Apartment Complex|LuxuryLobby]] !!Bullet Train You can use the bullet train for ''2 eun'' one-way. Each trip will take an hour. Where would you like to go? <<if $money lt 2>> [[I can't afford it...|PoorTrain]]<<else>><<if $time lt 24>> [[Airfield District|Airfield]] [[Ports District|Ports]] [[Residential District|Residential]] Business District [[Central Entertainment District|CED]]<<else>> [[Return home before curfew|Apartment]]<<endif>><<endif>>

!Central Entertainment District <> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is "Residential" or _a is "Ports" or _a is "CED" or _a is "Airfield" or _a is "Business">> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 2>> <<endif>> <><<if $time lt 10>> Dead silent. Nobody but militiamen are here. A few people are prowling around from outside of the Zaibatsu's underground hotel. You don't suppose any of the shops are open, but the patrons of the nearby establishments may be interesting liasons. You wipe the tiredness from your eyes and continue your patrol. <<elseif $time lt 15>> Lunch time in the CED sees the first signs of movement. Shop keepers, entertainment staff, casino workers, all depart the Bullet Train to prepare for their shifts later that night. The stores are open if you'd like to pay them a visit. The lack of bystanders also makes this a good opportunity for recon and intelligence gathering in some of the nearby establishments. <<elseif $time lt 20>> You would feel that the so-called "Central Entertainment District" is just for show if you didn't know better. Though the stores are all open and the sun is setting, there are still very few people around. Of course, you know that those who truly spend their time here wait until four hours to midnight and often sleep over in Zaibatsu Club's underground hotel. <<else>> The streets are lit from corner to corner by pink and cyan. Neon dots the faces of every reveller on the streets and in the skies as the bass booms, the smoke flies through the air. It is almost too loud to bear. You feel a tugging at your heart with each kick drum, and the knowledge that anything you do here won't be seen by the Militia... for better or for worse. <<endif>> !!Locations <<if $time gt 9>>[[101 Hardware (Store)|HardwareStore]]<<else>>101 Hardware is closed.<<endif>> <<if $time gt 9>>[[Ziggy's Armaments (Store)|GunStore]]<<else>>Ziggy's Armaments is closed.<<endif>> [[Zaibatsu Club|Club]] You don't know where you'd like to take a skycab. Watering Hole (Bar) is indefinitely closed. !!Bullet Train You can use the bullet train for ''2 eun'' one-way. Each trip will take an hour. Where would you like to go? <<if $money lt 2>> [[I can't afford it...|PoorTrain]]<<else>><<if $time lt 24>> [[Airfield District|Airfield]] [[Ports District|Ports]] [[Residential District|Residential]] [[Business District|Business]] Central Entertainment District<<else>> [[Return home before curfew|Apartment]]<<endif>><<endif>>

!Ports<> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is "Residential" or _a is "Ports" or _a is "CED" or _a is "Airfield" or _a is "Business">> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 2>> <<endif>> <> <<if $time lt 10>> Morning is a desperate and dangerous time to be in the Ports... if there were any time that it wouldn't be dangerous to be here. Stepping off the train platform, you spy the rousing of degenerates and criminals stepping through the alleys and run-down buildings looking for food, pussy, or another hit. If you wore your standard white blouse, normal destitutes might think you were a gang member and leave you alone... maybe. <<elseif $time lt 15>> Gang activity is high around this time. You see people moving in and out of Zaibatsu's thinly disguised sex club: men in suits carrying submachine guns, girls in little more than leather harnesses being walked around barefoot through the puddles and refuse in the streets. If you wore your standard white blouse, it's possible you'll be seen as a gang member and interrogated... be careful. <<elseif $time lt 20>> As the sun starts to set, the trains roll in with people. They stare blankly ahead, some at their feet towards the shack, or the Pleasure Club, or any of the brightly-lit seedy buildings guarded by suited men with guns. You know you are safe and won't be attacked here, but eyes dart across at you every second... <<else>> Curfew may not apply in gangland Ports territory, but the gang members who actually want to protect their customers are leaving. Now, you see only the worst of the worst: the drug addled, the sex-crazed, the vicious and sadistic... The sound of gunshots and screaming rings through the streets every minute or two. You really should have a good reason for being here this late at night... <<endif>> !!Locations [[Shady Shack|Gloryhole]] <<if $time gt 14>>[[Zaibatsu Pleasure Club|SexClub]]<<else>>Zaibatsu Pleasure Club is cosed.<<endif>> <<if $time gt 14>>[[Viola (Store)|SexStore]]<<else>>Viola is closed.<<endif>> [[23rd Street Raiders|RivalGang]] [[Abandoned Factories|Factory]] !!Bullet Train You can use the bullet train for ''2 eun'' one-way. Each trip will take an hour. Where would you like to go? <<if $money lt 2>> [[I can't afford it...|PoorTrain]]<<else>><<if $time lt 24>> [[Airfield District|Airfield]] Ports District [[Residential District|Residential]] [[Business District|Business]] [[Central Entertainment District|CED]]<<else>> [[Return home before curfew|Apartment]]<<endif>><<endif>>

!Poor Girl <> <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money += 50>> <<if $poortrain is false and $clothing is not "nothing" and $clothing is not "bondage">> <<set $poortrain to true>> You pace around the train station, fumbling around your pockets for something that could be used to pay for your train ticket. A measly two eun, and you couldn't even scrap that up. But you really need to leave, and loitering around looking for help would bring you to the Militia's attention... A man wearing a neat pinstripe suit slowly approaches you. You appear to have caught his eye. From the looks of him, he doesn't take the Bullet Train often. Through his pitch black sunglasses, he grins at you, eyeing you up and down. He reaches out his hand and touches your cheek with the back of his hand, to which you wince. <<elseif $pootrain is true and $clothing is not "nothing" and $clothing is not "bondage">> Again, you don't have enough money for the train. But this time would be just like the last, and you had a job to get done. You were confident that after the first time, it couldn't possibly be worse. You gaze around looking for anyone that looked like they could be a gangster. With luck, you find a smug looking young man in a suit on the far side of the platform. Steeling your courage, you sauter over and wink at the suited man. Bending over facing him, you smile and make the sluttiest face you could muster. You grab his hand and asked if he could //puleeeeease// help you out with a few eun to help you get around the city... <<else>> <<set $poortrain to true>> Nobody stares at your shameful state of undress as you approach the train station. It's clear what you are to these people, and they've seen it all too often. As you saunter along to the end of the platform, a suited man approaches you. He instantly grabs your arm and eyes you over before groping your exposed thighs. <<set $lewdness += 2>><<if $lewdness gt 40>><<set $lewdness to 40>><<endif>> <<endif>> You blush involuntarily as the man takes you away onto the far end of the train platform. He says something and you nod, swallowing your fear each time. You know exactly what's going to happen to you, but you've got no choice. The man waits for the train to turn up before he walks through the partition into the train and drags you in with him. "Sit down, girl," he says. You gaze around at the train carriage. With great relief, you notice nobody is around. <<if $lewdness gt 10>>No matter how much of a slut you are, you still don't want anybody noticing you just yet.<<else>>You're glad that nobody will witness you talking with such a pervert.<<endif>> You start to move to the empty seats opposite him, but the man stops you. He pats his legs as if he wants you to sit on his lap. <<set $lewdness += 8>><<if $lewdness gt 40>><<set $lewdness to 40>><<endif>> As soon as you sit down, you feel a pressure poking you on <<if $clothing is "nothing" or $clothing is "bondage">>your bare ass<<else>>the fabric of your trousers.<<endif>> A blush goes across your face. The man takes his arms and hugs you around your waist. His hands quickly rise up to your C-cup breasts as he starts rubbing. You involuntarily start moaning and you start grinding against his throbbing erection. Soon, he asks you to stand up<<if $clothing is not "nothing" or $clothing is not "bondage">>, take off your clothes,<<endif>> and take the seat in front of his. You do so, slowly turning to face him. You don't know what spurred you, but you lean over at him as you watch him take off his belt. The train rattles as the man is done taking off his pants. In front of you is a huge, throbbing cock nearly the size of your head. At this point, you know exactly what to do, leaning forward to meet his musky member. The smell overwhelms your senses as your nose touches his tip. Tentatively, you kiss his shaft and drip saliva down to his base. You take your tongue out and lick the base before you decide to use your mouth, taking his cock in your right hand. You slowly descend around his glans, licking your tongue around before starting to bob your head and suck. You take the gang member's cock down to the back of your tongue, working up a rhythm to the sound of grunts. You involuntarily moan with saliva dribbling from your mouth as you bounce your head on his member. Occasionally, you have to suppress the urge to gag as his glans touches your uvula, but you power on through, increasing the speed of your sucking. Unfortunately, you seemed to have forgotten the bumpy nature of the under-maintained Bullet Train network. On going around a corner, the train jolts slightly, forcing your head down on his cock. You squirm and squeak in surprise as the man's cock goes fully down your throat. You try to pull back out to regain your breath, but the man starts to push your head down. He takes a grip of your short black hair and thrusts your head forcefully on his cock. Each movement pushes his cock into your throat, and you feel yourself getting dizzy. With the added stress on your throat, the saliva pooling around your lips, the salty taste of pre-cum, and the musk of a man's cock, you start to notice your own arousal pooling at the base of your seat mixing with your sweat. The world is starting to spin. Somehow, through all the pain and humiliation, you feel you're about to cum. This vile man, with all his corruption and perversions, is about to splurt his seed into your throat. Your tongue drags along the base of his cock on each movement... but despite everything, you feel a pang of excitement? As you continue gagging on the gangster's cock, you feel his balls on your chin start to tighten up. You know he's about to cum soon, and you panic. You don't know how long you've been holding your breath, but you //really// don't want the man to cum down your throat. You don't know if you'll survive if he did. You start to moan in pain, lightly slapping the side of the gangster's leg to get his attention. Instead of responding to you, he seems annoyed that he's so close to bursting. He uses his other hand to bind your wrist to the back of your head as he pushes with more force down your throat. With a swift final motion, you try to gasp with the cock sliding down your throat until he stops moving. You feel a warmth going down to your stomach as the gangster shoots his load into your throat. He pulls you up on his cock only to push you back down. This time, some of his cum spurts out before it enters your throat, spreading around. You taste the cum at the back of your mouth, around your slobbering tongue, and around your lips as the gangster continues plunging his cock into your sore throat-pussy. The spurts finally die down as the man loosens his grip on your head. You imemdiately pull away and take a breath, your tongue out in the air, covered in thick semen. Like a reflex, you take your tired hands out and catch some of the cum before it could drip on the floor. You stare at the gangster as he looks expectantly... and you swallow the rest. "Good girl. Now, what about the rest?" The gangster points down to his cock. Yet again, you bend over and take the man's penis into your mouth. Semen has pooled on the base of his semi-erect cock and around his balls. You deftly take the tip of your tongue and scoop up from his balls all the way to his tip, holding your dirtied hands out to prevent the cum from getting everywhere. You, once again, take his cock entirely in your mouth, lubricated by the still unswallowed cum. You suck hard, getting every drop from the tip of the cock, before you rise and show the man your hard work. You hold your mouth open, showing him the cum, before you swallow yet again. You take your cummy palms and lick the semen off, sucking on your fingers to finish the show. With your hands clean and the saliva and cum all swallowed, the man puts his pants and belt back on. "Here, girl. Some money, for your... time. If you ever decide to work with us, come down to the CED. I'm sure our beds are more comfortable than that shithole in the Residential District." With that, the gangster walks away. You sit there with the lingering salty taste of cum in your mouth, watching as the train approaches the next station.<<if $clothing is not "nothing">> You get dressed and prepare to leave.<<endif>> ''You've gained major levels in Perversion!'' <> ''Where were you going?'' [[Airfield District|Airfield]] [[Ports District|Ports]] [[Residential District|Residential]] [[Business District|Business]] [[Central Entertainment District|CED]]

!Weapons of Neueport Operative, we've been monitoring the import and export schedules from Neueport for the last few years. From the compiled documents you've sent us, we have managed to paint a picture of how firearms became so commonplace on the streets of Neueport, and how they has affected the civillian and militia society. The situation is troubling. As you've already stated, weapons are legal and unregulated. The population estimates we've got from the data you've been sending estimates an overwhelming trade of arms from within the border of the country at around 1.8 arms per citizen (including all small arms). According to what you've sent us, we have no evidence of weapon stockpiling. Despite this, the actual manufacture and sale of new firearms is big industry (see footnotes). Based on captured weapons and chemical composition of such weapons and satellite imaging from smoke plume volumes, we estimate between 100 to 1000 weapons are manufactured each week. From this, we conclude that there is a sort of "gun culture" in Neueport. Organised crime appear to be taking advantage of the unregulated market, arming themselves with advanced firearms that could potentially outpace law enforcement. Cooperation of crime syndicates with weapons manufacturers and legislators cannot be ruled out at this point. Keep your sidearm well maintained. Stay clandestine: don't pick up enemy weapons even under firefights. Switching to an enemy rifle is a liability and a stupid move in an urban environment. Just try to avoid long-range engagements in general; you will not win. Continue sending us your reports, Operative. For now, read on and get familiar with what you could be up against. !!Pistols - 3D Printed Firearms Civillians, especially those in the metalworking and manufacturing industries, have taken to creating their own firearms through 3D printing. These arms are constructed usually with polymer and light metals such as aluminium. There seems to be a craft in this kind of work, as the sturdier construction weapons sell for a considerable amount in gun shops as they are traded in. //This weapon takes three rounds to neutralise any target, on average.// - Glock 19 This sidearm is a standard choice for law enforcement and civillians back home. Many ex-NATO soldiers and mercenaries from Western countries import this weapon when they emigrate. After the UN labelled Neueport a rogue state, Austrian arms manufacturer Glock Ges.m.b.H. refused to supply the country with any more weapons, leading to the rise of arms companies such as Senpuku Arms. For a brief while, this gun was a collectors item. After a local crime syndicate smuggled in several shipping containers holding foreign NATO-issued firearms through the border, the price plummeted. These days, this weapon is now seen as a competent, mid-level civillian firearm. //This weapon takes two rounds to neutralise any target, on average.// - Senpuku C8 A stylish new-school weapon chambered in the expensive 8mm round. This weapon is manufactured by the prominent small arms manufacturer in Neueport, Senpuku Arms. The C8's 8mm is a versatile round that operates via proprietary "nano electromagnets" that accelerate the round to supersonic speeds within the weapon itself. This weapon is significantly quieter than even the quietest conventional combustion firearm while maintaining deadly stopping power through its frangible ammunition. This "mini railgun" is deadly, small, accurate and holds 20 rounds a magazine. //This weapon takes one round to neutralise any target, on average.// !!Rifles - AK74 and AK47 Surplus rifles from the Cold War era found great supply in Neueport duing its early days. These Russian staples of war find yet another client in Neueport: from the hands of soldiers, to militants, to terrorists, to civillians. - AR15 Local manufacturers seem to like to copy this classic American firearm. Accurate, powerful, and moderately priced, new and smuggled copies of this weapon are common on the streets and houses of the population. This weapon is especially prevalent in the Militia, which is troubling given the apparent technological superiority of the local crime syndicates. !! Additional Intel After Japan was defeated in the Second World War, weapons and defence manufacture has been regulated and controlled. The US would play babysitter to many nations around the world, "removing the need" for large militaries outside of America for allied nations. One native Japanese entrepreneur, however, saw the opportunity in Neueport to develop and expand into a new business. Imports and smuggled arms were the only way Neueport citizens and military could purchase weapons. After Senpuku Arms was established, the Neueport government struck a deal with Senpuku's CEO allowing not only his factory workers into the country, but the entire extended family of anybody associated with the company. Other corporations invited into Neueport have undergone similar protocols, explaining the cultural diversity seen in the city. [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Operative Rene Lawson !!General Dossier [img[img/tacvest.png]] Operative Lawson (born 02/07/02 Mexico City, Mexico) emigrated to the United States when she was three years old and gained citizenship when she turned 13. Lawson graduated from Cornell University in Ithaca, New York when she was just 19 years old. After graduating, she turned down numerous opportunities for a career in criminology for yet more years of education and training in OCS for the United States Army. It was noted in an interview with the candidate that this was in response to "increasing foreign hostilities against the United States". On completion of basic training and officer school, then-Second Lieutenant Lawson was deployed to Dubai where she spent the next four years of her life leading enlisted men and women in Operation Burning Desert in time of war. What followed was a series of promotions and a timely DD214 at the conclusion of international conflicts. Operative Lawson applied shortly after to the Central Intelligence Agency, where her impressive military history, multilinguism in Japanese, Spanish, English, and Arabic helped her climb to the top of the Operations Officer shortlist. Lawson was hired and trained in criminology theory, espionage, covert operations, hand-to-hand combat, and surveillance. In 2027 after completing training, she was given the rank of Operative. In 2028, in reaction to a rapidly deteriorating diplomatic situation with the newly sovereign Technocratic State of Neueport, Operative Lawson was promoted to Special Operative and chosen to act as a sleeper agent !!Service Record - Second Lieutenant (2022 - 2023) - First Lietenant (2023) //For her outstanding service and contribution to the war effort in Operation Burning Desert, we award Captain Lawson a promotion and increase of responsibility... Her sharp tactical mind has led our men and women to victory in uncertain climates of war...// - Captain (2023 - 2026) //For her unwavering loyalty to the mission and her outstanding bravery in the face of the enemy, we award Rene Lawson the rank of Captain. After a bloody firefight during a sandstorm that interfered with support radio, Captain Lawson ordered her own men to hold choke positions in a decrepit skyscraper. Fighting would stalemate for hours until Captain Lawson and a team of four allied soldiers escaped the building to flank the attackers. Ammo was running low; Captain Lawson herself carried only her Sig P320 with one magazine of spare ammo. Despite this, the team of five were able to completely subjugate the offensive force taking six prisoners, killing four in the process.// - Recruit (2026 - 2027) - Operative (2027) - Special Operative (2027 - present) !! Personality Special Operative Lawson is a serious, loyal, and intelligent individual. She demonstrates calm and resilience through her work, and rarely lets personal emotions rise to the surface. This lends especially well to her role as a covert operative under a cover ID. However, we believe some of this nature is supplemented by a nervous disposition. While she may be able to hide her stresses and fears during the line of work, especially under fire, we believe prolonged exposure to corrupting influences may affect her judgement. Special Operative Lawson is rebelliously intelligent, as evident by her actions during Burning Desert. Special Operative Lawson shows some signs of psychopathy or a dissasociative disorder. Somewhat paradoxically, however, she is strongly influenced by emotions, though she often refuses to show how she feels on the surface. Special Operative Lawson is a strong candidate for covert work given her dedication to her beliefs, but it is important she maintain a connection with the United States to remind her of her mission before her environments change her too greatly. [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Neueport !!Overview Neueport, or the Technocratic State of Neueport, is a newly established pseudo-state. It was created by a group of mercenaries working for oil barons in Dubai after Operation Burning Desert. As of February 2027, the United Nations has labelled Neueport a rogue state, placing trade embargos and restrictions on the fledgeling economy. The population of Neueport originated from the displaced citizens of Dubai. Later, groups of civillians emigrated when invited to the country to improve its struggling economy. One such instance can be investigated in the Weapons intel file. Much of the population of Neueport are ex-soldiers and mercenaries looking for a civillian life away from the scrutiny of countries such as the United States. Despite this, nobody recently has been allowed to enter or leave Neueport. The government has tightened security of its borders to control more strictly the influence of foreign nations and agencies against their agenda. Operative Rene Lawson has been the only successful foreign insertion into the country by any friendly Western intelligence agency. !!Geography Neueport is a city-state created by bioforming in the Pacific Ocean north of the Solomon Islands, southeast of East Asia. The land mass is approximately the size of the island of Shikoku, Japan's smallest island. As a result of rushed, uneven bioforming, Neueport's climate is cold and wet at the Northern tip of the island and temperate in the South. !!Government Neueport is governed by an effective pseudo-democractic oligarchy. Officials are elected by the vast beurocratic wings of the largest corporations, with additional representation from new, wealthy business owners. The government votes within itself, and individual members have a strong weight within legislature. New members of the legislature are added by popular influence. This method of governance results in sweeping reforms and fast social changes for those working for the largest corporations, and prosperity for the wealthy. However, income inequality is rampant, and laws have hardly been enacted to take care of the destitute. Governers have tried to improve the lives of the North Wingers since the establishment of the state through Five Year Plans... but over time this just created new decrepit buildings. The explanation seemed to just be that "industry does not flow that far from the Central Entertainment and Business Districts." It is strongly likely that influential members in the Government deliberately cripple such attempts to maximise their own gain, but there is no evidence to this as of yet. !!Military The government has opened a vast paramilitary: the Neueport Peoples' Militia (NPM). Any civillian can join the NPM as a reserve and is encouraged to train with their weapons, but pay notably only flows to the Special Police who patrol the streets, enforcing the strict midnight curfew. The structure of the Neueport Military is unknown at this time. !!Locations Neueport runs in distinct North and South zones, with the poor Residential District in the centre. At the far North is the Airfield District, a mostly uninhabited field of food crops, automated machines, military bases, laboratories, warehouses, and waste facilities. And an unused airport. Next is the Ports District, responsible for the East and West coast's shipping trade before the embargo. Now, it is little more than a slum controlled by organised crime. The Militia is not capable at its current capacity to retake this area, nor is this a priority. Next is the Residential District, where the majority of the working class live. This area, while lively, is still dangerous and not well-off. Workers primarily go to the Ports district and the underground factories to work in heavy industry. Next is the Business District, a wealthy zone where most trade and commerce takes place. There are many R&D companies and governmental buildings here, as well as artisinal cafes, recreational facilities, and luxury residences away from the Residential District. Finally, the Central Entertainment district lies at the center bottom of the island, its buildings rising into the sky. The brilliant megastructures house stores, bars, clubs, casinos, and private residences. !!Society The only information known to the public about goings on in Neueport come from the internet, but this is strongly censored by the government. Technology plays a major part of society. It is no exaggeration to state that Neueport is one of the world's most technologically advanced states owing in no small part to the "fast and loose" progressive approach of government. Firearms and self defence are universal. See the Weapons intel file for more information. Society is cynical in the North and lavish in the South. In general a hedonistic, "dangerous" life style seems to be common despite the social cleavage of wealth. The North stick by themselves and form strong communities by common interest, led by fear by gangs and the prejudice of the Government. Death is seen as desensitised, and religion is outlawed. !!Threat to the United States Unknown at this moment. [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Factories The government tried to stimulate the economy in the Ports and Residential Districts back in the early years of Neueport's development. As you look at the ruins of old industrial factories and laboratories, you are reminded of how badly that failed. These days, all of the workers of the North districts work in underground factories. The government's ventures were doomed from the start. Now, all that stands here are miles of prefabs collapsing under their own weight. You don't doubt that some of the more naive corporations kept some pretty good loot here for those daring enough to look... but you wouldn't be the only scavenger. !!Side Mission: Looting If you want to test your strength and gun skill, you can explore the ruined factories for loot. There is no preparation like a Heist side mission: you just go in and loot. It is very likely you'll run into enemies here. Many will want you dead, while many others will want much worse. You should be very prepared coming here. //You do not gain skill bonuses on the job.// <<if $weapon_name is not "nothing">><<if $time lt 24>>[[Explore the closest lobbies (1 hour, rec. 10 fitness, 5 firearms).|LootingEasy]]<<else>>You need 1 hour left in the day to explore the closest lobbies.<<endif>> <<if $time lt 23>>[[Explore the interior buildings (2 hour, rec. 20 strength, 15 firearms).|LootingNormal]]<<else>>You need 2 hours left in the day to explore the interior buildings.<<endif>> <<if $time lt 22>>[[Explore the deepest factories (3 hour, rec. 30 strength, 25 firearms).|LootingHard]]<<else>>You need 3 hours left in the day to explore the deepest factories.<<endif>><<else>>You need a firearm equipped to explore the factories.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Ports]]

!Zaibatsu Pleasure Club You are turned away at the door. It seems like this place is only for a select few people, and you aren't one of them. You've seen the guard before: it's the same one each time. You doubt you'd be able to get into this swanky building without some kind of disguise. You doubt you'll even have any place in this club anyway... unless you were on an official mission. But you're not. [[Leave.|Ports]]

!Sex Store You walk into the store but are greeted by unfriendly faces. You barely get time to look around before you are led out of the door. "Sorry, girl. We're closed for business for now." "... Then can you explain why all of your lights are on? Why did you let me walk in, in the first place?" you retort. "Out of stock. Plus, we don't know you. Faces carry a lot of weight around here. Get lost." You turn around and walk out of the store. Perhaps the store will be open at some point in the future? <<if $lewdness lt 10>>You're not sure, but the... "atmosphere" certainly is uncomfortable. ''Perversion increased by 1.''<<else>>You're not sure, but you feel somewhat excited about it.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Ports]]

!Gloryhole <<if $lewdness lt 20>>You take a step towards the small prefabricated shack before a strong, unfamiliar smell hits your nose. You blush profusely before unconciously stepping away. ''You need a Perversion rating of 20 to enter the Gloryhole. Perversion increased by 1.<<set $lewdness += 1>>''<<else>>Not implemented yet. Will be implemented in the next build.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Ports]]

!23rd Street Raiders Hideout The 23rd Street Raiders are a vicious group of drug-addled degenerates hiding out in the abandoned hotels and casinos of the far-north Ports District. While they are dangerous outside of their hideout, they find perverse pleasure in their own territory. They aren't nearly as organised as the Zaibatsu Syndicate, but the two groups steer clear of each other. As an outsider, you can fight to the death in the fight pits for money. As a woman, however, the penalty isn't death... be careful. !!Side Mission: Fight Club ... [[Leave.|Ports]]

!Bathhouse The public baths. In a city of dark metal, smoke, and lights, the public baths are a place of sanctuary. Though its inhabitants are grimy and desperate, not all of them are lost. Some of them just need to take the edge off at the end of the day with a hot bath. There is a series of rooms leading into one another. The changing room pods are made of faux oak, leading into a steaming, heated pathway to the mixed bath. Though the tiles are cracked and the walls are slightly discoloured, you feel comfortable here. You just wonder about some of the types walking into the changing pods. You think you see some of the men looking briefly at you in the lobby, but they look away as you turn to meet them... oh well. It's a //public// bath after all. ''If you are at exactly 2 health, you can regain full health here without needing to go to the hospital.'' <<if $time lt 24>><<if $money gte 10>><<if random(2) is 2>>[[Take a bath (10 eun, 1 hour).|BathNormal]]<<else>>[[Take a bath (10 eun, 1 hour).|BathAllMale]]<<endif>><<else>>You need at least 10 eun to take a bath.<<endif>><<else>>You need at least one hour in the day to take a bath.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Residential]]

!Hotel The lobby of this building is dimly lit and in tatters. Despite that, there is a receptionist at the entrance desk, and a working elevator. As soon as you step into the building, you notice a strong odour. The doorwoman stares at you with a sultry expression. You can't help but notice her minimal state of dress. Whatever this hotel was used for before, it doesn't see much business any more. At least not in the traditional sense. Advertisements adorn the walls with working girls, static piercing the ears over the faint sounds of a moan in the distance. <<if $lewdness lt 10>>The idea makes you blush, but you stand stern (''Perversion increased by 1''<<set $lewdness += 1>>). When you've had enough of looking at the decor, you'll turn around and leave. ''Perversion must be 10 to continue.''<<else>>[[Hmm. What would it take to work here?|ProstituteRape]]<<endif>> [[Leave.|Residential]]

!Echo Apartment Complex The lobby to your apartment is plain and non-remarkable. You stand here while waiting for the elevator. The people around you are tired and dismissive, barely looking you in the eye. You've thought about running heists in your apartment before, but you figure that you should probably not shit where you eat. [[Go to your room.|Apartment]] [[Leave.|Residential]]

!Market Stalls The markets are alive around the clock with the sound of yelling patrons and music. The towering buildings, neon lights, and rain make the atmosphere strangely nostalgic. Despite yourself, the smell of noodles, pork buns, and meat wafting through the air sends a slight smile to your face. !!Food - <<if $money gt 3>><<link "Pork Bun (4 eun) for 1 satiety." "Market">><<set $hunger += 1>><<set $money -= 4>><<if $hunger gt 3>><<set $hunger to 3>><<endif>><</link>><<else>>You can't afford a pork bun.<<endif>> - <<if $money gt 7>><<link "Fried Noodles (8 eun) for 2 satiety." "Market">><<set $hunger += 2>><<set $money -= 8>><<if $hunger gt 3>><<set $hunger to 3>><<endif>><</link>><<else>>You can't afford fried noodles.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Residential]]

!!Storage Containers Money, valuables, and intel may be hidden here... [[Leave.|Residential]]

!Warehouses These desolate warehouse blocks are used as a "low effort" storage solution for corporations and private individuals. They are guarded by the Militia's drone squadron and advanced camera technology. If this isn't bad enough, the facility has regular patrols during normal Airfield staffed hours. There might be good stuff in here, but you'll need a high Stealth score and prep to succeed. !!Side Mission: Heist (Warehouse) Scout out the wings of these warehouses to get some money. These missions depend greatly on your stealth levels, and use fitness as a secondary characteristic. You can gain stealth levels through these heists. Heists have two stages: recon, planning, and execution. During recon, you simply take some time to note the defences you will need to deal with, and the stealth level you will need to pull off a mission. During planning, you need to purchase goods from the Hardware Store in the CED that correspond to the needs of the mission. During the execution phase, you will need to sneak into the target warehouse. Difficulty may change depending on the time of day. At each roadblock, you will have a limited number of attempts to bypass each checkpoint until you reach your target. You can exfiltrate at any time. Do some research on the internet (the actual, real world internet) to find out how you might solve certain problems you face, as you will need to know what you are doing. The spoils are good if you succeed. Good luck! //You do not get skill gains through Heists.// Heists have not yet been implemented in this game. [[Leave.|Airfield]]

!Military Base The Neueport Militia's base of operations is located about a mile ahead of you. If you were to take any more steps, you would surely be targeted by artillery or snipers. Since you don't have any business here, you figure that it's best to just look at the base from a distance. Maybe one day you'll have an official mission that would require breaking into this place? For your side-ops, you figure it's best to just stay away. [[Leave.|Airfield]]

!Laboratories These labs hold dangerous chemicals and experiments that may be useful for you in your operations... but they are remarkably well guarded. You may be able to socially engineer or sneak your way in if you really need to. You may be asked to do a mission in these laboratories in the future... if you knew what was here. [[Leave.|Airfield]]

!Shooting Range The shooting range is more than just a field. There are abandoned cars, hills, trenches, and, most importantly, buildings. The range is huge, and each user rents out parts of the field. This particular range is no longer popular after a bunch of indoor ranges were established in the CED, but you need the buildings for your specific training. <<if $money gt 19 and $time lt 23>>[[Rent the range for 20 eun and 2 hours.|Shoot]]<<else>>You need at least 20 eun and 2 hours to rent the range. <<endif>> [[Leave.|Airfield]]

!Airport Nothing is here. Nothing is ever here. You cannot approach too closely due to the large, armed presence of Elite Militia at the fences, but you don't see any movement in the skies. Perhaps one day you'll be able to leave the island... but not before your mission is over. [[Leave.|Airfield]]

!Hospital Every spy in the field hates visiting hospitals. At the very least the ones in the Business District are sterile. Since the hospitals in Neueport are private and the government has no hand in public health, doctors often don't comply with the Militia when it comes to suspicious injuries. Don't make a habit of getting hurt, though. You can receive treatments to your wounds here for a reasonable market price. !!Treatment - <<if $money gt 49>><<link "General Aid (50 eun) for 1 health." "Hospital">><<set $health += 1>><<if $health gt 3>><<<set $money -= 50>><set $health to 3>><<endif>><</link>><<else>>You can't afford general aid.<<endif>> - <<if $money gt 99>><<link "Restorative Surgery (100 eun) for full health." "Hospital">><<set $health += 2>><<set $money -= 100>><<if $health gt 3>><<set $health to 3>><<endif>><</link>><<else>>You can't afford restorative surgery.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Business]]

!Skyland Engineering Lobby Skyland Engineering is a relatively new company, established to provide solutions to problems regarding communications technology in the country. Its executive board is not yet part of the Neueport Government, but from all of the billboards around the lobby, you can tell they are trying. The lobby is clean and bright. Real plants line the walls around decor and priceless paintings. The windows are all-glass, aiding an old-school vibe to the building beyond the bustle of the streets outside. The receptionist's desk is even made of what you think is genuine wood! You don't see a reason to bother with these people. A heist would be too risky unless you had a really good reason... like an official mission! [[Leave.|Business]]

!Gym Clean tiles leading to the bathrooms lie on your left, and well-lit automated turnstiles lie to your right. You are acutely aware of the musk of the men and women here recently before you. There are no staff and the gym members hardly even look at each other; the only interaction you would have is with the payment machine directly in front of you. Proper exercise is vital for both strength and endurance. The ability to land punches was drilled into you during officer training, but without some force behind the blows you might as well not even bother. Endurance is helpful for lengthy and arduous operations, and may assist you when you need a boost in speed to evade enemies. ''Are you working out today?'' <> <<if $money gt 4 and $time lt 24>> [[Exercise for 5 eun and 1 hour.|WorkOut]] <<else>> You need at least 5 eun and 1 hour to exercise here. <<endif>> <> [[Leave.|Business]]

!Clothing Store This store is far less bougie than the exterior may indicate. The interior is actually more akin to a standard department store back in the States. All sorts of weird clothing is sold here from suits to... chicken suits? Whatever, the build quality is good, and you could use this stuff to help you blend in during missions. !!Clothing - Hi-Visibility Construction Vest This may help you blend in with maintenance teams or labourers, but it definitely doesn't do you much favours for staying unseen in dark environments. The reflective neon material is easily visible from a distance. <<if $clothing_hivis is false>><<if $money gt 99>><<link "Purchase for 100 eun." "ClothingStore">><<set $clothing_hivis to true>><<set $money -= 100>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this item (100 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this item.<<endif>> - Police Tactical Vest While you're unsure why a clothing store has body armour and a tactical belt, you recognise that it is indeed real Kevlar. This could be helpful for you in a tight situation, but it isn't exactly covert. It's also quite heavy. <<if $clothing_tactical is false>><<if $money gt 99>><<link "Purchase for 100 eun." "ClothingStore">><<set $clothing_tactical to true>><<set $money -= 100>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this item (100 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this item.<<endif>> - Bondage Gear Unsurprisingly, the hedonistic populace of Neueport would use a high-end department store like this to purchase their fetish equipment. Typical. Still, the construction is good and the straps aren't used. Leather! <<if $clothing_bondage is false>><<if $money gt 99>><<link "Purchase for 100 eun." "ClothingStore">><<set $clothing_bondage to true>><<set $money -= 100>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this item (100 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this item.<<endif>> [[Leave.|Business]]

!Juliet Apartment Complex This apartment complex is the biggest you've ever seen. You doubt you'd be able to get through the reception without a few suspicious glances, so you just hang around the lobby. You figure that at least a few important figures live here... perhaps you'll come back here for an official mission? [[Leave.|Business]]

!Watering Hole Bar //This room is not yet implemented. I ran out of time. You can gather various intel here at this bar, but also use it to make some money as a waitress which may or may not have different results with different lewd levels.// [[Leave.|CED]]

!Zaibatsu Party Room You debate entering the Zaibatsu Party Room. Though you might be able to make use of the club in the future, you decide against setting foot in the neon-lit building. This would be overstepping the conditions of your covert operator status, as you would likely need to deal with the influentual Zaibatsu Syndicate in the future if ever given an assignment. Until that point, you should not enter the club. [[Leave.|CED]]

!Skycab Lot These places aren't all discovered from the get-go. [[ConsigliereHouse]] [[BossMansion]] [[RivalGangHQ]] [[Leave.|CED]]

!Ziggy's Armaments You step into a high-tech gun store with many assorted arms. On the walls you see anything from lever action rifles to arms only slightly short of artillery. Your covert status and requirement to stay inconspicuous means you need to limit your options to handguns. All gun purchases come with a full capacity of ammo (see Capacity for each gun) and and a spare mag for semiautomatics (a speed loader for the revolver). Guns will be delivered to your apartment. !!Pistols - 3D Printed Aluminium/Polymer Frame Revolver This revolver is a standard enthusiast-traded polymer firearm often used by labourers for personal protection. It is difficult to clean and difficult to operate, but for 50 eun, you can't really do much better. And you get a spare speedloader! ''Capacity:'' 6 rounds. ''Ammunition:'' .357 Magnum. ''Cost:'' 50 eun. <<if $gun_revolver is false>><<if $money gt 49>><<link "Purchase for 50 eun." "GunStore">><<set $gun_revolver to true>><<set $money -= 50>><<set $threefiveseven += 6>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this gun (50 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this weapon.<<endif>> - Glock 19 This classic arm was smuggled in to Neueport in the early days of its inception. Since those days, they have become more common with the bold exploits of the Zaibatsu Syndicate on foreign soil, though this fact is controversial. For you, it results in a quality, familiar sidearm at a reasonable price. ''Capacity:'' 15 rounds. ''Ammunition:'' 9mm. ''Cost:'' 200 eun. <<if $gun_glock is false>><<if $money gt 199>><<link "Purchase for 200 eun." "GunStore">><<set $gun_glock to true>><<set $money -= 200>><<set $ninemil += 15>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this gun (200 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this weapon.<<endif>> - Senpuku C8 Futuristic even by today's standards, the C8 boasts a huge capacity, small, concealable size, subsonic round and integrated suppressor, and extreme stopping power through advanced railgun technology. The 8mm "Disruptor" rounds can kill and incapacitate despite its size and speed. This weapon demonstrates the future of weapons technology, but the price is often prohibitive for all but the most elite fighting forces and bodyguards. ''Capacity:'' 20 rounds. ''Ammunition:'' 8mm Disruptor C8. ''Cost:'' 1000 eun. <<if $gun_c8 is false>><<if $money gt 999>><<link "Purchase for 1000 eun." "GunStore">><<set $gun_c8 to true>><<set $money -= 1000>><<set $eightmil+= 20>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford this gun (1000 eun).<<endif>><<else>>You already own this weapon.<<endif>> !!Ammunition - <<if $money gt 29>><<link "Buy 6 .357 Magnum rounds for 30 eun." "GunStore">><<set $money -= 30>><<set $threefiveseven += 6>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford an ammo pack of .357 Magnum rounds (30 eun for 6 rounds) .<<endif>> - <<if $money gt 89>><<link "Buy 15 9x19mm Parabellum rounds for 90 eun." "GunStore">><<set $money -= 90>><<set $ninemil += 15>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford an ammo pack of 9x19mm Parabellum rounds (90 eun for 15 rounds).<<endif>> - <<if $money gt 159>><<link "Buy 20 8x22mm Disruptor C8 rounds for 160 eun." "GunStore">><<set $money -= 160>><<set $eightmil += 20>><</link>><<else>>You cannot afford an ammo pack of 8x22mm Disruptor C8 rounds (160 eun for 20 rounds).<<endif>> [[Leave.|CED]]

!Hardware Store You can buy electronics and hardware here that may be useful in your infiltrations. There's so much stuff in here, you don't know exactly what would be useful for you in your mission... you'd best be careful not to break the bank. The aisles are lined with robots and cameras. The roof is so high up, you can barely see the ceiling. Compared to the relatively warm Business District, you feel cold in this store. !!Assorted Goods - <<if $money gte 20>><<link "Potassium nitrate (20 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 20>><<set $item1 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for potassium nitrate (20 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item1 - <<if $money gte 10>><<link "Aluminium foil (10 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 10>><<set $item2 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for aluminium foil (10 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item2 - <<if $money gte 30>><<link "Potassium chlorate (30 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 30>><<set $item3 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for potassium chlorate (30 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item3 - <<if $money gte 10>><<link "Lockpick (10 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 10>><<set $item4 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a lockpick (10 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item4 - <<if $money gte 80>><<link "Radio transmitter (80 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 80>><<set $item5 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a radio transmitter (80 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item5 - <<if $money gte 5>><<link "Sugar (5 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 5>><<set $item6 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a bag of sugar (5 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item6 - <<if $money gte 5>><<link "Scotch tape (5 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 5>><<set $item7 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for some scotch tape (5 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item7 - <<if $money gte 200>><<link "Neodynium magnet (200 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 200>><<set $item8 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a neodynium magnet (200 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item8 - <<if $money gte 20>><<link "Bleach (20 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 20>><<set $item9 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a bottle of bleach (20 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item9 - <<if $money gte 30>><<link "White clay (30 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 30>><<set $item10 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for white clay (30 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item10 - <<if $money gte 80>><<link "GPS disruptor (80 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 80>><<set $item11 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a GPS disruptor (80 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item11 - <<if $money gte 10>><<link "Winch wrench (10 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 10>><<set $item12 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a winch wrench (10 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item12 - <<if $money gte 100>><<link "Soundproofing (100 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 100>><<set $item13 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a roll of soundproofing (100 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item13 - <<if $money gte 150>><<link "Thermal field generator (150 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 150>><<set $item14 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a thermal field generator (150 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item14 - <<if $money gte 50>><<link "Ancient smartphone (50 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 50>><<set $item15 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for an ancient smartphone (50 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item15 - <<if $money gte 100>><<link "Harpoon (100 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 100>><<set $item16 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for a harpoon (100 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item16 - <<if $money gte 5>><<link "Vinegar (5 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 5>><<set $item17 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for some vinegar (20 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item17 - <<if $money gte 50>><<link "Ammonium nitrate (50 eun)." "HardwareStore">><<set $money -= 50>><<set $item18 += 1>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money for some ammonium nitrate (50 eun).<<endif>> Have: $item18 [[Leave.|CED]]

[[Take the cab back.|Cabs]]

!Your Apartment <> <<set _a to previous()>> <<if _a is not "Lobby" and $money gt 1>> <<set $money -=2>> <<endif>> <> Your abode. Your safehouse. After a long day of work or missions, you can always count on your room being there. The skies outside your apartment are ever-darkened from the towering buildings, lit up by the neon of advertisement signs. The walls occasionally rattle from the nearby bass of the streets, the whoosh of a skycar. Your room is neatly organised, a classic "box-style" apartment with a contained kitchen, living room, bed, and bathroom. Out of habit, you rented this apartment because it had only one window; one line of sight, one weak point on the wall. You have a cabinet and a computer desk next to your bed and not much else. !!Ammunition You have $ninemil spare 9mm ammo in total in your apartment. You have $threefiveseven spare .357 Magnum rounds in your apartment. You have $eightmil spare 8mm C8 ammo in total in your apartment. <> <<if $weapon_name is "nothing" or $clothing is "nothing">> //You are not carrying a sidearm, and therefore cannot reload your currently held weapon. You must be wearing non-skimpy clothing to conceal a loaded weapon and a spare magazine.// <<else>> //You are carrying a $weapon_name chambered in $ammo_type on your person. You carry two concealed magazines. You can take an hour to reload these magazines such that you have a full capacity in both magazines (or at least to the extent of the spare ammo you have for that specific gun).// //Inside your weapon, you have $mag1 rounds loaded. Your secondary <<if $weapon_name is "3D Printed .357 Revolver">>speed-loader<<else>>magazine<<endif>> holds $mag2 rounds.// //Note that you will empty your magazines automatically to your spare ammo stockpiles when you change your weapon. When you equip a new weapon, you will automatically perform a reload for one hour of your time.// <<if $time is not 24>> <<link "Reload both magazines (1 hour)" "Apartment">><<set $time += 1>><</link>> <<else>> You don't have enough hours in the day to reload your weapon. <<endif>> <<endif>> <> <> <<if $clothing is not "nothing" and $clothing is not "bondage" and $time lt 24>> <<if $gun_revolver is true and $weapon_name is not "3D Printed .357 Revolver">> <<link "Equip 3D printed revolver." "Apartment">> <<if $mag1 + $mag2 gt 0>> <<if $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<set $ninemil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "8mm">> <<set $eightmil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<set $threefiveseven += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<set $weapon_name to "3D Printed .357 Revolver">> <<set $ammo_type to ".357 Magnum">> <<set $time += 1>> <<if $threefiveseven gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>> <<set $threefiveseven -= 6>> <<if $threefiveseven gte 6>> <<set $mag2 to 6>> <<set $threefiveseven -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 to $threefiveseven>> <<set $threefiveseven to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $threefiveseven>> <<set $threefiveseven to 0>> <<endif>> <</link>> <<endif>> <<if $gun_glock is true and $weapon_name is not "Glock 19">> <<link "Equip Glock 19." "Apartment">> <<if $mag1 + $mag2 gt 0>> <<if $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<set $ninemil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "8mm">> <<set $eightmil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<set $threefiveseven += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<set $weapon_name to "Glock 19">> <<set $ammo_type to "9mm">> <<set $time += 1>> <<if $ninemil gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>> <<set $ninemil -= 15>> <<if $ninemil gte 15>> <<set $mag2 to 15>> <<set $ninemil -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 to $ninemil>> <<set $ninemil to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $ninemil>> <<set $ninemil to 0>> <<endif>> <</link>> <<endif>> <<if $gun_c8 is true and $weapon_name is not "Senpuku C8">> <<link "Equip Senpuku C8." "Apartment">> <<if $mag1 + $mag2 gt 0>> <<if $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<set $ninemil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "8mm">> <<set $eightmil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<set $threefiveseven += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<set $weapon_name to "Senpuku C8">> <<set $ammo_type to "8mm">> <<set $time += 1>> <<if $eightmil gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>> <<set $eightmil -= 20>> <<if $eightmil gte 20>> <<set $mag2 to 20>> <<set $eightmil -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 to $eightmil>> <<set $eightmil to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $eightmil>> <<set $eightmil to 0>> <<endif>> <</link>> <<endif>> <<elseif $time lt 24>> You must be wearing proper clothing to equip a weapon. <<else>> You don't have enough time in the day to switch your gun out, clean it, and reload it. <<endif>> <> !!Mirror <<if $clothing is "white blouse">>[img[img/blouse.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "hi-vis vest">>[img[img/hivis.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "bondage">>[img[img/bondage.png]]<<elseif $clothing is "tacvest">>[img[img/tacvest.png]]<<else>>[img[img/naked.png]]<<endif>> You can change your clothing here, provided you have more than one outfit. It takes no time at all to change your outfit. Note that this can un-load and de-equip your currently held weapon, and re-equiping it takes one hour. <> <<if $clothing is not "nothing" and $lewdness gte 10>> <<link "Go naked." "Apartment">> <<if $weapon_name is not "nothing">> <<if $mag1 + $mag2 gt 0>> <<if $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<set $ninemil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "8mm">> <<set $eightmil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<set $threefiveseven += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<set $weapon_name to "nothing">> <<set $ammo_type to "nothing">> <<endif>> <<set $clothing to "nothing">> <</link>> <<elseif $lewdness lt 10>> You are not lewd enough to wear nothing. <<endif>> <<if $clothing_bondage is true and $clothing is not "bondage" and $lewdness gte 10>> <<link "Wear bondage gear." "Apartment">> <<if $weapon_name is not "nothing">> <<if $mag1 + $mag2 gt 0>> <<if $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<set $ninemil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "8mm">> <<set $eightmil += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<elseif $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<set $threefiveseven += $mag1 + $mag2>> <<set $mag1 to 0>> <<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<set $weapon_name to "nothing">> <<set $ammo_type to "nothing">> <<endif>> <<set $clothing to "bondage">> <</link>> <<elseif $lewdness lt 10 and $clothing_bondage is true>> You are not lewd enough to wear bondage gear. <<endif>> <<if $clothing is not "white blouse">> <<link "Wear white blouse." "Apartment">> <<set $clothing to "white blouse">> <</link>> <<endif>> <<if $clothing_hivis is true and $clothing is not "hi-vis vest">> <<link "Wear hi-vis vest." "Apartment">> <<set $clothing to "hi-vis vest">> <</link>> <<endif>> <<if $clothing_tactical is true and $clothing is not "tacvest">> <<link "Wear tacvest." "Apartment">> <<set $clothing to "tacvest">> <</link>> <<endif>> <> !!Bed [[Go to sleep and move to next day.|Sleep]] <<if $time is not 24>><<link "Wait around (1 hour)." "Apartment">><<set $time += 1>><</link>><<else>>You can't wait at midnight.<<endif>> !!Laptop As you are not on an mission, you cannot ask for operational advice. [[Go downstairs.|Lobby]]

As you squat the bar, lift the cable, use the cross trainer, you feel your muscles tighten and your breath getting heavy. The cool air in the gym feels good against your sweaty skin, sticking your borrowed gym clothes tightly against your toned body. <> After an hour of working out, you lie down and do stretches until you stop sweating. You're a little aching, but you feel damn good. You smile while getting changed: maybe you could get a bite to eat in the markets outside your apartments? <<set $time += 1>> <<set $money -= 5>> <<set $strength += random(1, 3)>> <<if $strength gt 40>><<set $strength to 40>><<endif>> <> ''You gained levels in Fitness!'' [[Finish workout.|Gym]]

!Skills of an Operative Different operations require different sets of skills on the field. The most obvious kind of challenge facing an operative in hostile or unpredictable environments is combat ability... but even this isn't all-comprehensive. Field experience is the only way to determine the options to take on the job, but this is why we hire within law enforcement and military for our Operations Division. !!Firearms Ability You've obviously spent a great deal of time training with your service weapon. As an officer in the United States Army, you have experience with/are rated in the Armalite Rifle series, as well as the Sig Sauer P320 9mm handgun. From your dossier, I've seen you've had plenty of time to use your skills. Neueport won't be the same thing. You won't have an established supply line for your armaments and you need to operate covertly. You may have experience commanding a team, but working by yourself is a different story. Without a team of men and women building and fortifying positions over hours, watching every angle, you'll need to be careful about the fights you take. So, as skilled as you are on the field of battle, you need to be more discreet. You need to learn how to ambush your enemies, how to use as few shots as possible to disable and kill your enemies. How to kill them without backup coming. You get the idea. Find a range to practice with your sidearm. One inch groupings at 100 yards, at the very least, without optics: aim for this. While at the range, set up practice scenarios: place targets around an urban environment that mirror other locations in the city. They don't fire back, and learning by getting shot seems irresponsible. Your firearm skill determines if you can win certain fights. If a fight requires a 30 firearm skill and you have above this, you will win without taking damage. For every 5 levels underneath (rounded up), you will lose 1 unit of health. You will also lose a unit of health during a fight if you need to reload your weapon during the fight. The weapon you choose is solely responsible for the amount of shots you need to confirm a kill. Choose your sidearm carefully. Weapon attachments are rare and expensive. Pick your fights in environments with loud noises or places where you can make an easy escape or hide from law enforcement/gang members. If you had a suppressed weapon, you could perform assassinations without completely giving away your position, giving you an edge. !!Fitness Fitness refers to your strength, endurance, and, by extension, your flexibility. The life of an operative is often quite strenuous. You would benefit from staying physically and mentally fit throughout your stay in Neueport. Strength will obviously affect your ability to lift and move heavy objects. This is more useful than you might believe. You had other soldiers and equipment to help you dig and arm encampments, pry open doors and such during Operation Burning Desert. Now, without their support, you'll have to make do on your own. Fitness will help you win hand-to-hand fights. Pick these fights in close-quarters to avoid needing to waste ammunition, and silently dispatch enemies (or even groups of enemies). Lastly, your physical fitness can affect your physical tiredness in moments of stress. This can mean hiding from enemies, performing strenuous activities during an op, running large distances, and providing additional tactics during a firefight. Go to a gym in Neueport regularly, if your operations allow. Focus your training on weights and endurance. Remember your training and keep diciplined. They will serve you well in the long run. !!Stealth Covert operations can refer to blending in with the enemy by adhering to a cover ID and gaining the trust of targets and assets. However, this has all to do with you, what you say, what you are. Your "skill" cannot be measured by any accounts as it has everything to do with what you know and how you act. Stealth refers to your ability to remain unseen in general. This is useful for penetrating secured locations and avoiding surveillance. Stealth doesn't just refer to how easily you can tiptoe around enemies; it also has to do with how you use technology and hardware to disable alarm systems, distract guards, etc. You can only gain experience in stealth by performing operations, side ops, etc that requires stealthy movement. Loot a few warehouses and sell your findings while avoiding security, and you can use what you've learned during official operations. It should go without saying, but try to avoid the lockup while doing this. [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Capo Samuel Brin [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Consigliere Alexander Brin [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!CTO Ellie Yamamoto [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!Zaibatsu Syndicate [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!23rd Street Raiders [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

!CLASSIFIED: OPERATIONS IN NEUEPORT [[Back to intel files.|Intel]]

You set up metal targets around a group of buildings similar to those you'd see in the rest of the city. You sneak up on the targets from various angles, positions, and vantage points, noting the effectiveness of your shots and the speed of target acquisition. After taking a few shots, you move some more. You stage ambushes on your targets by noting choke points and taking quick successions of shots. You set up, move, set up, move... until you're almost done with your time on the range. <> You finish up your time by shooting at steel with your sidearm at 50 yards, as you're used to. You return the remaining practice ammo to the clerk and leave the range. <<set $time += 2>> <<set $money -= 20>> <<set $gunskill += random(1, 3)>> <<if $gunskill gt 40>><<set $gunskill to 40>><<endif>> <> ''You gained levels in Firearms Combat!'' [[Finish session.|Range]]

<> <<if $hunger is 1>> You can't hold on any more. The headaches continued through the night. You wonder what you did to deserve this: your lack of consideration for your health, your poverty, the stabbing pain you feel in your stomach... you never thought your journey would end by starvation and not a bullet to the head. Sweat pools on your head as the heatstroke and starvation swallows you whole. Tears escape your eyes as you don't have energy enough to keep them away. ''Game over.'' Please reset a save and try again! <<elseif $money lt 100 and $date % 7 is 0>> The morning starts with a yawn, then a bang at the door. You waltz to the door with a switchblade behind your back... to a group of armed militiamen looking at you. This morning, while the government tried to debit the rent from your credit chit, you ran your account into the red. As the armed soldiers ask you to come with them, you can only hang your head in shame. A Militiaman grins sadistically as he binds your arms behind your back and a collar around your neck. While walking in the intense cold with nothing but your underwear and your bare feet, you start to sob. Your mission ends here. ''Game over.'' Please reset a save and try again! <<else>> The sun rises in the east. Your conditioning wakes you up at 5 AM (0500). You shower and get dressed in yesterday's clothes, clean your weapons. It is 0600 before you are ready to leave. ''You feel more hungry than yesterday.'' [[Get up.|Apartment]] <<set $hunger -= 1>> <<set $date += 1>> <<if $day is "Monday">><<set $day to "Tuesday">> <<elseif $day is "Tuesday">><<set $day to "Wednesday">> <<elseif $day is "Wednesday">><<set $day to "Thursday">> <<elseif $day is "Thursday">><<set $day to "Friday">> <<elseif $day is "Friday">><<set $day to "Saturday">> <<elseif $day is "Saturday">><<set $day to "Sunday">> <<elseif $day is "Sunday">><<set $day to "Monday">><<endif>> <<set $time to 6>> <<endif>> <<if $date %7 is 0>> <<set $money -= 100>> <<endif>> <>

[img[img/naked.png]]<<set $time += 1>> You walk through the pod and discard all of your clothes as per the protocol. The steam feels good when you walk out, the smooth floor caressing your bare feet. However, as soon as you walk in to the pool, you notice something strange. ''All of the people in the pool are men!'' You notice that they are silent, and though some men are trying not to look in your direction, the others are starting directly at you. ''What should you do?'' [[It's nothing. Let's continue to bathe.|BathRapeScene]] [[This is dangerous. I should leave.|Bathhouse]]

Just a normal, nice bath house. A couple of women and their children playing around in the water. You walk into the water and take a nice, long soak. <<if $health is 2>>''You feel like you've regained some of your vitality!''<<set $health to 3>><<else>>''You don't regain your vitality, but damn do you feel good!''<<endif>> [[That was nice. Let's get changed!|Bathhouse]]

!Side Mission: Looting (Easy)<<set $time += 1>> You walk through the ruins of the old buildings until you can no longer see the people in the more populous regions of the Ports District. You don't dare stray any further (yet), but you won't find any stuff where everybody has once treaded. It is relatively quiet, with only the faint whip of the wind brushing up against you through the ruined prefabs and factories. Every now and again pops of gunfire and yelling reach your ears in the distance. Though you're sure nobody in these areas carry weapons, you should still be careful that you don't bump into anybody hostile. You spy a building in front of you and cannot hear anybody inside. The doors are closed, and you don't think anybody is here... but you remain standing on caution. //You figure that you'll explore only three levels of an industrial building before heading back to safety.// <<set $floor to 1>><<set $max_floor to 3>>[[Explore the ground floor.|FloorEasy]] [[Change my mind and leave.|Factory]]

!Side Mission: Looting (Normal)<<set $time += 2>> You walk through the ruins of the old buildings until you can no longer see the people in the more populous regions of the Ports District. You continue walking until the air is cold and stale. It is relatively quiet, with only the faint whip of the wind brushing up against you through the ruined prefabs and factories. Every now and again pops of gunfire and yelling reach your ears in the distance. Everybody who dares travel this far is sure to be armed. You spy a building in front of you and cannot hear anybody inside. The doors are closed, and you don't think anybody is here... but you remain standing on caution. //You figure that you'll explore only five levels of an industrial building before heading back to safety.// <<set $floor to 1>><<set $max_floor to 5>>[[Explore the ground floor.|FloorNormal]] [[Change my mind and leave.|Factory]]

!Side Mission: Looting (Hard)<<set $time += 3>> You walk through the ruins of the old buildings until you can no longer see the people in the more populous regions of the Ports District. You continue walking until the air is cold and stale. You walk even further, and the world is downright terrifying. The pulse of the dying machines is ominous and beckoning you to make a mistake. It is relatively quiet, with only the faint whip of the wind brushing up against you through the ruined prefabs and factories. Every now and again pops of gunfire and yelling reach your ears in the distance. Everybody who is brave enough to bare these depths is sure to bring heavy ordinance, where ''one mistake will kill you.'' //Make sure your Firearms skill is up to standard!// You spy a building in front of you and cannot hear anybody inside. The doors are closed, and you don't think anybody is here... but you remain standing on caution. //This building has seven floors.// <<set $floor to 1>><<set $max_floor to 7>>[[Explore the ground floor.|FloorHard]] [[Change my mind and leave.|Factory]]

!!Encounters <> <<set $cont to 0>> <<if random(4) is 2>> In the middle of sweeping the building, you hear a noise. ''You've encountered an enemy raider!'' You face him with your back to a wall. In these dimly lit hallways, neither of you has an advantage in a sneak attack. You'll need to decisively end this encounter before your enemy has a chance to gain the positional advantage. You grip your $weapon_name and ready it by your side. You can still hear the shuffling of your enemy up ahead and know for sure that he can hear you as you hear his pistol cocking (Firearms: <<set _d to random(10)>> _d). <<if $gunskill gte _d>> Your tactical training provides you an edge in this encounter. This building is not so far from the desert ruins of skyscrapers in Dubai during Operation Burning Desert, even if you don't have a platoon of men to command. You pull your firearm out and silently flip the thumb safety off. You shuffle around and position yourself to a crouch as you move to flank your sole opponent. You peek over your medium cover as you see the man facing away from you. You ready your aim quickly at centre mass as soon as the raider sees you in his peripheral vision. <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">><<set _z to 3>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">><<set _z to 2>> <<else>><<set _z to 1>><<endif>> <<if $mag1 gte _z>> You take aim and fire <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>3<<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">>2<<else>>1<<endif>> shots at the raider, who falls over dead. With the threat eliminated and a familiar ringing in your ears, you take the time to reload your current <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>cylinder<<else>>magazine.<<endif>> You then saunter over to the man, steal his credit chit, and move on. <<set _e to random(5, 10)>><<set $eun += _e>> ''Gained _e eun!'' <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<if $mag1 gt 0>>You aim to take a shot and pull the trigger... nothing!<<else>>You fire off a shot... but the man is still standing.<<endif>> As your assailant turns around, you duck down in panic to reload your weapon. Lying down as still as you can, you try to avoid the shots whizzing over your head. The sound is deafening. You breathe in and focus amidst the gunfire, screaming, and footsteps (Firearms: 40). <<if $gunskill is _d + 10>>''Your experience in combat and your tactical advantage prevents you from taking any more damage as you pop back up and kill the assailant.''<<else>>You pop up to kill the assailant with your fresh ammo... but you take a shot to the shoulder doing so. You watch your opponent fall before you examine your painful wound. You think you can stop the bleeding, but your arm hurts. ''You are wounded!'' <<set $health -= 1>><<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> You are outmatched by this fight. You turn to retreat, but before you do, your assailant sees you. He fires a few shots at you, one of which connects with your forearm. <<set $health -=1>> <<endif>> <<else>> You don't encounter anybody on this level of the building. You're free to loot around provided you have the strength the move the rubble and pry open the supply containers. <<endif>> <<if $health lte 0>> <<set $health to 0>> You cannot carry on. Gripping your wounds, you become too exhausted to move. Within moments, you start breathing heavily. The blood soaking your skin begins to drip to the floor before you finally drop down, dead. ''Game over.'' Please restart at another save to continue playing! <<else>> <h2>Loot</h2> ''You find <<set _a to random(2, 10)>><<set $money += _a>>_a eun scattered around the room.'' You add it to your collection and move on. <<if random(2) is 1>>You also see one unopened supply crate, but it is sealed shut <<set _b to random(10, 20)>>(_b Fitness). You grab a nearby metal prop and jam it into the locking mechanism to pry it open. <<if $strength gte _b>>After some time, you crack open the container. No sweat!<<set $cont += 1>><<else>>No matter how hard you try, you can't quite get the crate open. You decide to just leave it for some other raider to find.<<endif>> <<if random(2) is 1>> You see another crate on the other side of the room, but it is even jammed even tighter (<<set _c to _b + 10>>_c Fitness). <<if $strength gt _c>>You give it some elbow grease with the metal prop and the crate pops open to reveal its contents!<<set $con += 1>><<else>>Alas, no such luck with this crate. You decide to leave it for another time.<<endif>> <<else>>After some time searching you find nothing and decide to move on.<<endif>> <<endif>> ''You have found <<set _f to random(5, 15) * $cont>><<set $money += _f>>_f eun'' in containers in this room! <h2>Options</h2> <<if $floor lt $max_floor>>[[Search another level.|FloorEasy]]<<set $floor += 1>><<else>>You've searched enough, you need to leave!<<endif>> [[Get out of here.|Factory]] <<endif>> <>

!!Encounters <> <<set $cont to 0>> <<if random(3) is 2>> In the middle of sweeping the building, you hear a noise. ''You've encountered an enemy raider!'' You face him with your back to a wall. In these dimly lit hallways, neither of you has an advantage in a sneak attack. You'll need to decisively end this encounter before your enemy has a chance to gain the positional advantage. You grip your $weapon_name and ready it by your side. You can still hear the shuffling of your enemy up ahead and know for sure that he can hear you as you hear his pistol cocking (Firearms: <<set _d to random(10, 20)>> _d). <<if $gunskill gte _d>> Your tactical training provides you an edge in this encounter. This building is not so far from the desert ruins of skyscrapers in Dubai during Operation Burning Desert, even if you don't have a platoon of men to command. You pull your firearm out and silently flip the thumb safety off. You shuffle around and position yourself to a crouch as you move to flank your sole opponent. You peek over your medium cover as you see the man facing away from you. You ready your aim quickly at centre mass as soon as the raider sees you in his peripheral vision. <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">><<set _z to 3>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">><<set _z to 2>> <<else>><<set _z to 1>><<endif>> <<if $mag1 gte _z>> You take aim and fire <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>3<<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">>2<<else>>1<<endif>> shots at the raider, who falls over dead. With the threat eliminated and a familiar ringing in your ears, you take the time to reload your current <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>cylinder<<else>>magazine.<<endif>> You then saunter over to the man, steal his credit chit, and move on. <<set _e to random(50)>><<set $eun += _e>> ''Gained _e eun!'' <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<if $mag1 gt 0>>You aim to take a shot and pull the trigger... nothing!<<else>>You fire off a shot... but the man is still standing.<<endif>> As your assailant turns around, you duck down in panic to reload your weapon. Lying down as still as you can, you try to avoid the shots whizzing over your head. The sound is deafening. You breathe in and focus amidst the gunfire, screaming, and footsteps (Firearms: 40). <<if $gunskill is _d + 10>>''Your experience in combat and your tactical advantage prevents you from taking any more damage as you pop back up and kill the assailant.''<<else>>You pop up to kill the assailant with your fresh ammo... but you take a shot to the shoulder doing so. You watch your opponent fall before you wince in pain. You are bleeding and in a great deal of pain. ''You are badly wounded!'' <<set $health -= 2>><<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> You are outmatched by this fight. You turn to retreat, but before you do, your assailant sees you. He fires a few shots at you, one of which connects with your leg. <<set $health -=2>> <<endif>> <<else>> You don't encounter anybody on this level of the building. You're free to loot around provided you have the strength the move the rubble and pry open the supply containers. <<endif>> <<if $health lte 0>> <<set $health to 0>> You cannot carry on. Gripping your wounds, you become too exhausted to move. Within moments, you start breathing heavily. The blood soaking your skin begins to drip to the floor before you finally drop down, dead. ''Game over.'' Please restart at another save to continue playing! <<else>> <h2>Loot</h2> ''You find <<set _a to random(10, 50)>><<set $money += _a>>_a eun scattered around the room.'' You add it to your collection and move on. <<if random(2) is 1>>You also see one unopened supply crate, but it is sealed shut <<set _b to random(20, 30)>>(_b Fitness). You grab a nearby metal prop and jam it into the locking mechanism to pry it open. <<if $strength gte _b>>After some time, you crack open the container. No sweat!<<set $cont += 1>><<else>>No matter how hard you try, you can't quite get the crate open. You decide to just leave it for some other raider to find.<<endif>> <<if random(2) is 1>> You see another crate on the other side of the room, but it is even jammed even tighter (<<set _c to 40>>_c Fitness). <<if $strength gt _c>>You give it some elbow grease with the metal prop and the crate pops open to reveal its contents!<<set $con += 1>><<else>>Alas, no such luck with this crate. You decide to leave it for another time.<<endif>> <<else>>After some time searching you find nothing and decide to move on.<<endif>> <<endif>> ''You have found <<set _f to random(10, 40) * $cont>><<set $money += _f>>_f eun'' in containers in this room! <h2>Options</h2> <<if $floor lt $max_floor>>[[Search another level.|FloorNormal]]<<set $floor += 1>><<else>>You've searched enough, you need to leave!<<endif>> [[Get out of here.|Factory]] <<endif>> <>

!!Encounters <> <<set $cont to 0>> <<if random(2) is 2>> In the middle of sweeping the building, you hear a noise. ''You've encountered an enemy raider!'' You face him with your back to a wall. In these dimly lit hallways, neither of you has an advantage in a sneak attack. You'll need to decisively end this encounter before your enemy has a chance to gain the positional advantage. You grip your $weapon_name and ready it by your side. You can still hear the shuffling of your enemy up ahead and know for sure that he can hear you as you hear his pistol cocking (Firearms: <<set _d to random(20, 30)>> _d). <<if $gunskill gte _d>> Your tactical training provides you an edge in this encounter. This building is not so far from the desert ruins of skyscrapers in Dubai during Operation Burning Desert, even if you don't have a platoon of men to command. You pull your firearm out and silently flip the thumb safety off. You shuffle around and position yourself to a crouch as you move to flank your sole opponent. You peek over your medium cover as you see the man facing away from you. You ready your aim quickly at centre mass as soon as the raider sees you in his peripheral vision. <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">><<set _z to 3>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">><<set _z to 2>> <<else>><<set _z to 1>><<endif>> <<if $mag1 gte _z>> You take aim and fire <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>3<<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">>2<<else>>1<<endif>> shots at the raider, who falls over dead. With the threat eliminated and a familiar ringing in your ears, you take the time to reload your current <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">>cylinder<<else>>magazine.<<endif>> You then saunter over to the man, steal his credit chit, and move on. <<set _e to random(200)>><<set $eun += _e>> ''Gained _e eun!'' <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<set $mag2 += $mag1>> <<if $ammo_type is ".357 Magnum">> <<if $mag2 gte 6>> <<set $mag1 to 6>><<set $mag2 -= 6>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<elseif $ammo_type is "9mm">> <<if $mag2 gte 15>> <<set $mag1 to 15>><<set $mag2 -= 15>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> <<if $mag2 gte 20>> <<set $mag1 to 20>><<set $mag2 -= 20>> <<else>> <<set $mag1 to $mag2>><<set $mag2 to 0>> <<endif>> <<endif>> <<if $mag1 gt 0>>You aim to take a shot and pull the trigger... nothing!<<else>>You fire off a shot... but the man is still standing.<<endif>> As your assailant turns around, you duck down in panic to reload your weapon. Lying down as still as you can, you try to avoid the shots whizzing over your head. The sound is deafening. You breathe in and focus amidst the gunfire, screaming, and footsteps (Firearms: 40). <<if $gunskill is 40>>''Your experience in combat and your tactical advantage prevents you from taking any more damage as you pop back up and kill the assailant.''<<else>>You pop up to kill the assailant with your fresh ammo... but you take a shot to the lung. You are bleeding profusely and cannot breathe. ''You are mortally wounded!'' <<set $health -= 3>><<endif>> <<endif>> <<else>> You are outmatched by this fight. You turn to retreat, but before you do, your assailant sees you. He fires a few shots at you, one of which connects with your head. ''The world turns black.'' <<set $health to 0>> <<endif>> <<else>> You don't encounter anybody on this level of the building. You're free to loot around provided you have the strength the move the rubble and pry open the supply containers. <<endif>> <<if $health lte 0>> <<set $health to 0>> You cannot carry on. Gripping your wounds, you become too exhausted to move. Within moments, you start breathing heavily. The blood soaking your skin begins to drip to the floor before you finally drop down, dead. ''Game over.'' Please restart at another save to continue playing! <<else>> <h2>Loot</h2> ''You find <<set _a to random(40, 120)>><<set $money += _a>>_a eun scattered around the room.'' You add it to your collection and move on. <<if random(2) is 1>>You also see one unopened supply crate, but it is sealed shut <<set _b to random(30, 40)>>(_b Fitness). You grab a nearby metal prop and jam it into the locking mechanism to pry it open. <<if $strength gte _b>>After some time, you crack open the container. No sweat!<<set $cont += 1>><<else>>No matter how hard you try, you can't quite get the crate open. You decide to just leave it for some other raider to find.<<endif>> <<if random(2) is 1>> You see another crate on the other side of the room, but it is even jammed even tighter (<<set _c to 40>>_c Fitness). <<if $strength gt _c>>You give it some elbow grease with the metal prop and the crate pops open to reveal its contents!<<set $con += 1>><<else>>Alas, no such luck with this crate. You decide to leave it for another time.<<endif>> <<else>>After some time searching you find nothing and decide to move on.<<endif>> <<endif>> ''You have found <<set _f to random(20, 100) * $cont>><<set $money += _f>>_f eun'' in containers in this room! <h2>Options</h2> <<if $floor lt $max_floor>>[[Search another level.|FloorHard]]<<set $floor += 1>><<else>>You've searched enough, you need to leave!<<endif>> [[Get out of here.|Factory]] <<endif>> <>

[img[img/naked.png]] You walk down to the rocks and tip your toes into the water. All the while, you cover yourself unconciously around your breasts. You try to get the image of the men around you groping you with their eyes out of your mind. You submerge yourself deeper into the pleasant water. It is almost scalding, but you don't mind. <<if $health is 2>>''You feel healthier than you did before!''<<set $health to 3>><<else>>''You do not gain any health, but you feel much better.<<endif>> You lean back, sigh, and close your eyes for a bit, almost forgetting your surroundings. Minutes pass during your soak. You feel much less anxious about the men around you, laughing at yourself moments ago for feeling worried. It was merely coincidence that there were only men here. It's not like they all wanted to violate you, right? You stand up in the water to leave the bath before you feel a pressure around your ass. One of the men near you has been inching his way to you in the water over the last few minutes so slowly you couldn't even notice. You let out a gasp before you fall down, back first, into the water. You're dazed for a second before you are fished out of the water by the stranger. You take a deep breath as the air comes back to your lungs, only to be interrupted by him groping your supple, wet C-bup breasts. Right before you can protest, he gets closer and plunges his tongue into your mouth, locking it shut in a deep kiss. Somehow despite yourself, maybe in surprise, you let out a cute yelp of pleasure. You involuntarily close your eyes as you notice the other two men around you circling in with grins on their faces. Some of the other men in the bath have remain watching you with their erect cocks in their hands, while the others, in the commotion, have already left. You open your eyes in a gasp that separates you from the man kissing you. An invading pressure eminates from your wet vagina. You double over to scramble away from the molesters, but the water slows you down. One of the three men, encouraged by your struggling, manages to grab hold of your wrists and pin you down. As he pulls you towards him, another man walks in the shallow water to your legs, pulling them apart. You struggle and moan in the water, shouting for help... but nobody comes to aid. A hand closes around your mouth as you struggle. In the corner of your eye, you notice the third man walking out of the pool into a changing pod. For some reason, the two men on you seem to be waiting for him. They hold you steady like a struggling fish, not making a move while they grin from ear to ear. Only a moment later, he returns with a bag. He walks quickly over to you, dropping his bag to reveal a syringe. To this, your eyes widen in shock. You struggle violently against the men, but they are just too much stronger than you... The needle punctures your arm and stings slightly in your struggle. The injection site initially stings and burns and you scream in pain... before it fades away into numbness. Finally, a sensitivity creeps across your entire body. Warmth starts to spread from your injection, making you feel... weird? You stop struggling. You remain lucid, but you feel more drowsy, like you need double the effort to move. You start to burn up everywhere... not just from the water, but internally. Your tits start to feel more swollen, more sensitive. Your pussy starts to ache for lack of being filled, for lack of cum to splash your womb, to fill you up and make you pregnant... You start involuntarily moaning, and notice that you're starting to slobber. You can't seem to close your mouth as your eyes start to become drowsier, staring at the men around you. Your mind finally starts to change, becoming a haze of pink. You're hear yourself say something, but you're pretty sure you didn't move your lips. "Well, there we go! Let her go, boys!" the man with the bag grins and barks an order to the two other men. They both drop you in the shallow water, and you float slowly, thrashing lazily in the water. You start to giggle and continue to babble incoherently. "How do you feel, bitch? Starting to feel good yet?" one of the other men whispers in your ear. Shivers go through your entire body as you moan louder in response. "In a few minutes, you'll gain your motor control. But for the next hour, your mind will remain a haze. You'll be in heat, at whim to suggestion at our feet." You gaze at the man, lying in the water. He seems to be telling the truth. You feel energy returning to your limbs, and can pull yourself up into a crawl. Your knees touch the soft, padded floor of the public baths as you try to pull yourself up to no avail. "Easy there, girl. I'm sure you're a smart slut and you know exactly what's coming to you. But I want to hear it out of your mouth first." the leader of the men suddenly grabs your chin and forcibly faces you towards him. "Can you talk?" "Yush..." "I see you squirming down there, looking like a bitch in heat. Tell me, what is it that you want?" You pause for a second. Any moment, you will regain your full strength and will be able to make a dash for the door, or fight back with all your strength. But the thoughts from your training, all of those years during war, all of the respect you commanded from the men underneath you... they feel like mere suggestions under the gravity of the rapists. You feel yourself moving your mouth and say something, but you're not entirely sure what it means. Only that you feel it from the heart, and you smile. "Cocks, sir! I want to feel your cocks violating my insides, stirring me up like the slut that I am!" The men take this as a sort of command. The man who used to be holding your feet grops your breasts violently, to which you give a cute squeal. The other man holds your legs and forces them apart to reveal your swollen innie pussy. Within seconds, he plunges his huge, erect member visciously inside. The vacant, sticky feeling escalates into a feeling of pure heat. You lose control of your voice and hear your gutteral moans echo around the bath. The man continues pounding you hard from behind as you yell in pleasure, your eyes turning over until nothing else makes any sense. The other subordinate wades his way over to your mouth. You gasp in pleasure as you're being pounded until you see his cock. Instinctively, you lunge for it, your lips making contact before your mind seems to register what you're doing. The man, encouraged by your submissiveness, grabs a hold of your short hair and starts pounding. You don't know how much time has passed. The two men fucking you continue to cum into you, not slowing down between spurts. The boss would inject a strange substance into the men as they were pounding, which seemed to keep them going. The third man eventually takes his bag out, holding a video camera, and gets to work. At some point through all of the chaos, the noise, and the pleasure, you lose conciousness. You wake up some time later with an abused, sore body, and no sign of the men in sight. Cum is leaking from every orifice. You notice that this includes your mouth as you start to taste the salty bitterness on your tongue. You swallow in reflex as you reflect on what just happened... ''Your Perversion has greatly increased.''<<set $lewdness += 10>><<if $lewdness gt 40>><<set $lewdness to 40>><<endif>> [[...let's just get out of here.|Bathhouse]] !!Author's note: I don't really like this scene. I had time constraints so I couldn't quality check it as well as I usually do. I'm likely going to update it a little bit, lengthen it to a proper length erotic short story. As far as rape scenes go, this was anticlimactic.

You approach the woman in the receptionist and give her your best smile. She looks at you up and down before addressing you warmly. <> <<if $clothing is "bondage" or $clothing is "nothing">> "Oh my god, Lucy! It's been too long! How was your last assignment? Those leather straps looked //sooooo// good on you! You //must// tell me all about it later!" The receptionist is pretty much glowing as she blabbers on. You have no idea what she's talking about, but you don't feel right interrupting her. As soon as she stops talking, you bluntly tell her that she's confusing you with somebody else. "Oh! Yeah... of course! Well, anyway. You're here for work, right? Just let me know which one of our clients you want to take on, and you can hop right up." <<if $time lt 21>>[[The "Slave Trainer" (pays 100 eun, 3 hours)|SlaveTrainer]]<<else>>You need 3 hours left in the day to do the "Slave Trainer" mission!<<endif>> More prostitute missions will come in future installments! <<else>> "How can I help you?" she says, smiling sweetly. "I'm... uh... looking for work," you say sheepishly. A blush adorns your cheeks as you look down at the scantily clad woman. "Oh! Well," the woman starts, clearly surprised. "I'm afraid that with your current dress, there are not many people who would hire you. If you can't afford bondage gear, please come back naked. It would prove your worth to our clients at first glance, you understand!" You nod at the suggestion with embarassment, thanking the receptionist for her time. Better come back with proper attire... or lack thereof. ''Your Perversion has increased.''<<set $lewdness += 5>><<if $lewdness gt 40>><<set $lewdness to 40>><<endif>> <<endif>> <> [[Return to lobby.|Hotel]]

The receptionist hands you a little box and an envelope and tells you to go to room <<= random(100, 999)>> in the basement levels. You thank her before taking the goods, walking up to the elevator. Waiting in the elevator, you learn more about the job. The box contains a bunch of pills that are meant to be necessary to complete the job. The envelope reads: "Courtisan, This is going to be a rough job. The client is a clerk at a manufacturing firm in the city. He seems to be sick of being a subordinate, and wants to subjugate one of our girls. That's where you come in. Our client tells us that he only wants to use your mouth, so don't worry about birth control. Fair warning, though: he seems to have taken some insane pills that increase his semen production. Make sure to take deep breaths! You will role play with this client. He has a bunch of equipment set up in the basement. He wants to make it look like he captured you, and you're his prisoner. Some medieval style stuff. Sounds like fun! The pills I've given you will put you to sleep briefly. Lie on the bed in the room and take them with the provided glass of water. You will wake up somewhere else. You will need to play along, so don't forget your safe word: "Pineapple." Good luck! Make us proud, Slut Sister!" You chuckle briefly as you finish reading the briefing. You wonder how somebody can be so chipper while working as a prostitute for so long. [[Complete your job.|SlutSister01]] [[Go back to the hotel.|Hotel]]

You open your eyes to pitch darkness. You breathe in a stale, metallic, humid air. The sound of your own heartbeat grows ever louder. The air around you feels like ice on your skin as you shiver violently. You try to move, but your hands have been cuffed. You've been hoisted to the ceiling with rope. No matter how you try to wriggle, you can't free yourself of your binds. In your struggle, you hit the wall behind you. A cold, wet sensation makes you gasp in surprise as you notice you've been stripped completely naked. Your eyes start to adjust to the darkness. You seem to be in some kind of cell. There are bars on the doors to your right. Outside your cell, you see a corridor. At its top, you spy a slight source of light and the sound of chatter. You don't understand the language they are speaking. A window resides on your left, giving you a view of the stars and moon. As you stare, snow starts to slowly drift inside. There is very little inside your actual cell. On the other side of the room, you find a patch of hay and a bunch of dirty rags. There is a lantern on the hay, but you don't see a firestarter. You don't see any food or water, nor any way of releasing yourself from the restraining contraption above you. You reflexively tense up and jump in fear as you see a man walk outside your cell. He unlocks the door, shuts it behind him, and walks towards the patch of hay. He lights the lantern with a matchbook in his pocket, picks it up, and walks towards you. He says nothing, suddenly grabbing you by the wrist. You wince, scared, but appreciate the sudden warmth on your skin. You turn your head away from him, and he leans in further. Finally, he speaks. "Listen, I'm the nicest person you're ever going to talk with for a very long time. That doesn't mean that I'm your best friend. I have a job to do here and I don't like repeating myself, so I'll try to make things clear. Do you understand?" You sheepishly nod, staying silent, feeling a knot rise in your chest. "I think you know what's about to happen here. The more you resist, the more it's going to hurt. Just play along and make things easy for both of us." You almost growl at the man as you look up at him from your humiliating, restrained position. "Easy, girl. My first job is to get you down from those restraints. You've got a nice pile of hay to sleep on and linen rags to keep you warm once I let you down, on the condition that you obey every single order I give you. "Your first order is to make me cum. You can do that, right?" [["...yes."|SlutSister02]]

You're seething with anger but realise you can do nothing to resist. As you glare at the man, you start to relax your muscles in resignation. You would get this over with and find the best time to escape as you gain his trust, you think to yourself. As you nod, the man grins and pulls a lever next to your head. Your restraints suddenly detach as you topple to your knees. You feel the shockingly cold, dirty, wet ground beneath you as the circulation begins to flow properly around your body again. Or so you think; you notice that your arms are still restrained behind your back and your legs are too heavy to move. At least you're no longer bound to the ceiling. The man walks up to you and pushes the front of his bulging trousers in front of your face. He grins at you. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it!" With embarrassment filling every inch of your body, you realise what you need to do. Lifting your head and propping yourself on your knees, you gradually work the courage to face his crotch. His trousers are kept on by a smooth cloth rope tied neatly in the front. You start to bite into a frayed end of the knot loop. With a jerked movement, you try to pull the rope away from the knot but fail to even make it budge. Your arms begin to squirm more behind your back as you pull even harder... to no avail. You gasp and let go of the rope, breathing heavily and leaning on the slaver's crotch as you try to catch your breath. You go in again, this time pulling with consistent force. The knot gradually starts to give, little-by-little, until the loop gets loose enough to nearly fall by itself. You let go of the rope with a slight gasp and work your way to pull off the man's trousers with your teeth, revealing the cloth of his underwear. Saliva pools on your chin. The man suddenly takes you by the hair as you gasp in surprise. He pushes you up to his semi-erect cock behind his underwear, smothering your face in his balls as your saliva continues to drip from your open mouth. You start to go dizzy as the man's musk enters your nose... but it isn't as unpleasant as you thought it would be. You realise you must take off the slaver's underwear while he tries to smother you in his junk. You pull your tongue out in an attempt to ease the roughness of the man's movements as you end up licking the tip of his cock over his underwear. As he slows down, you swiftly move your mouth to the top of his underwear, pulling it down in one deft movement. Or it would have been if you didn't lose your balance and topple straight to the ground. You try to gaze up at the man, but he pushes you on your back with his feet. He must have thrown aside his clothing as you fell trying to get his pants off. "It's time for my lesson." The slave trainer steps with his bare feet on your exposed breasts. He flicks your nipples gently with his toes, relishing your loud squirms as your arms lay painfully underneath you. "Get back on your knees." You follow his instructions. "Now, we need to set some ground rules here. Kneel at my feet." You hesitate through the pain and humiliation of your situation. You gaze paralysed at the man, not in disgust or hatred but in pure fear. "No, that won't do. Kneel at my feet until your forehead touches the tips of my toes." The slaver was calm, but furrowed his brow in displeasure at you on the floor. With your legs shaking, you comply. Without your arms to brace you, you fall clumsily before him. "...that's better now. From here on in, you don't have a name. I will call you by what you are and you will respond appropriately. When I call for a slut, a pig bitch, a whore, a slave, you will respond to me by my name: 'Master.' Do you understand?" You can't move your head bowing at his feet. In your compromising position you can't do anything but listen to the Master's commands. "Yes... Master." "Alright, slut, I can see we'll need to work on that. I don't feel you're taking me very seriously." You can only whimper in response. "You know what I'm going to do to you if you don't feel like you want to listen to me, right?" "Yes, Master!" You feel your ears and cheeks heat up violently. Through all the shame and the pain, you start to feel a strange heat rising through your body. "Okay, that's better. We can get back to the task at hand now. Repeat after me, slave: "'I can't wait to wrap my mouth around your cock, Master.'" "I... can't wait to wrap my mouth around your cock, Master!" you respond with more enthusiasm than you previously thought was possible. "Good. See my feet? Get a good taste while you're down there. Work your way up my legs with your tongue until you get to my cock." You feel the last remnants of your pride slip away from you as you take the man's toe into your mouth. Your saliva trails sloppily all over his feet as you start licking up the base of the arches. Propping yourself up with your mouth you continue to lick up the man's hairy legs, kissing the musky skin as your lips get closer to the man's cock. Your tongue is about to stop at the base of the Master's balls before he grabs you by the hair again. "Stop there. Let me ask you something, slut. "I want to make sure you understand exactly what you're doing. I don't want your mind wandering off on me when my cock is already deep inside your throat. "You realise you just used your sloppy tongue to suck off my toe, to lick the feet and legs of a man you've previously never met? "Yes, Master." The heat on your cheeks grows stronger as the smell of manhood fills your nostrils. "You realise your cheeks are flushed and warm at the thought of sucking off a complete stranger? That you call me your Master and you're pondering the taste of my cum on your tongue and down your throat? "Yes, Master." You gaze down at the Master's engorged member and internally squeal. You can't take your eyes away from the tip of his cock. "Tell me, honestly. How does this make you feel?" Your Master releases his grasp on your hair as he awaits your response. He starts to caress your ear lobes, almost like a lover. "Master... I... honestly don't know what's happening to me. I've never been with anyone before and you're not at all gentle to me, but I feel something warm coming up my chest. I feel with every bit of shame, every time you call me those names, something in my heart. "I should hate this grotesque thing in my face, but I can't help but wonder how it tastes. How it would feel penetrating my mouth and my throat for the first time... "Please, Master. Fuck me in the face until you cum!" The words flow from your slobbering mouth almost involuntarily. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you realise you're smiling. Your tongue is out and you're dribbling all over the ground at the sight of your Master's cock. He smiles back. "Hmm? What was that?" he says smugly. "It sounds to me as if you're becoming more honest with yourself. It sounds to me as if you want me to pound your mouth-pussy until I drain my balls down your throat, isn't that right? Say it back to me. Say it back and tell me how much of a slut you are!" "I'm Master's dirty virgin slaveslut, and I want Master to pound my mouth-pussy until Master drains Master's smelly, yummy cum down this whore's throat!" Your Master pauses slightly, as if to get a good look at his handiwork. "Then get to work. Show me what you can do." Your master releases your head as you immediately fall towards his crotch. You're incredibly horny, wasting no time at all as you try to take his entire length down your throat. You realise then, as you start to gag as it is not even halfway through, that this would be more difficult than you thought. You continue to try to force it down until your Master stops you. "Another lesson for you, slut. All of the zealousness in the world won't help you if you don't have the right technique. Since you can't move your hands I won't ask you to caress my balls or lick up my shaft, but at least suck with some more vigour. "If you want me to cum, you can't just bounce on my cock hoping for the best. Use some more saliva. And savour the taste, damnit. This is the first time you've tasted my cock, explore the flavour a little." Your Master's cock tastes... salty and slightly sour. If you were to sum it up in one word, it would be "dirty." But there's something about the taste of your Master's member, the feeling of hard meat in your mouth, the intoxicating smell of musk all in your mouth and nose that gets you incredibly wet. You start to slowly suck just the tip of your Master's cock. You try to balance on your knees as you start to swirl your tongue on his tip, gathering up the pre-cum on your tongue. As soon as your Master lets out a slight moan, you take the tip into your mouth and swallow it. Your eyes immediately bound in surprise. It's saltier than the rest of his cock, but you love the flavour even more. It's probably the tastiest, most erotic thing you've ever experienced. With renewed vigor, you start to bounce your head on Master's cock, easing him in ever so slightly deeper into your throat. "Okay, keep going. I'm going to explain something to you, now." "Mmmphm?" you can barely hear him through your slurping, but know to keep going. "You've nearly made it halfway down my cock. This is actually further than I thought you were going to take it, and I'm not unimpressed. But if you want me to truly fuck your face, you're going to have to listen closely. "When you're ready, take my cock out of your mouth and stick your tongue completely out. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to suppress your gag reflex. I will do the rest of the work. Understood?" "Mmys, mmmstsmm!" you respond. You try to prepare yourself mentally, pulling the cock out of your mouth, sticking your tongue out, and taking a deep- "Here you go, bitch!" You have little time to breathe again as the veiny, throbbing cock plunges through your throat. It passes the base of your tongue and all the way down as your airflow is completely cut off. Your master grabs the sides of your head with both hands as he starts to thrust again and again. You struggle with the feeling of having such a sensitive region violated as you struggle to breathe. In and out your Master thrusts as you squirm in your restraints. Tears start to flow down your cheeks as pain and pleasure fills your sense. But the world starts to turn brighter and brighter and everything feels so much more intense. You grow dizzy as you feel the bulge down your sensitive throat grow and shrink, grow and shrink. You gaze at your Master's belly and balls between each thrust, feeling the precum flow down to your stomach. Your mind starts to go completely blank in the pleasure of throat-fucking your Master as your body and mind begin to surrender themselves completely. "I'm about to cum, slut. I... ah... don't have much time to explain it to you, but listen: when I cum, I'm going to pull my cock out of your throat and shoot it all over your tongue. Swallow the first load, and keep your mouth open, tongue out for the second." You reflexively nod in excitement as you feel your Master's cock starting to throb. You, on each thrust, watch as his balls bunch closer to his shaft until it suddenly bunches up. At that moment, your Master pulls you deep into your throat and holds you there as he starts to pump his cum into your belly. You feel the warmth travel down your throat. By reflex, you start to guzzle down the viscous, slimy liquid, but the lack of oxygen and the cock down your throat start to make things difficult. Cum spills through the sides of your mouth as your Master finally pulls out, allowing you to gasp for air. An inhuman amount of cum pours from your mouth as you heave on the ground. Remembering your Master's orders, you try to pick yourself up and open your mouth for the second shot. Your Master aims his cock at your smiling, open, overflowing mouth as you pant and close your eyes. As he cums, he points to the ground. You look down and notice a pet dish near his feet. The cum you dropped before had mostly missed the dish, but you saw some of it pooling at the base. You feel more cum hit your lips, down your neck and to your ample tits as it dribbles to the ground. "Ah... heh... good, you kept it in your mouth. Now, for your dinner." Your Master pulls a piece of bread from somewhere on his body and drops it in the pet bowl. He then angles his cock to the bowl, pouring what remains of his impressive load over your chest and into the pet dish. "You can swallow now, slut. Make sure you savour the flavour. It's nothing like the precum you were tasting before." You try to get it all in your throat when you close your mouth but can't help spilling a great deal of it. You swirl your tongue around your cheeks as you swallow down and notice the flavour for the first time. "How was it? You're now on the steps to becoming a real cum-guzzler!" Master says stares at you expectantly. "It was... salty, and almost fermented. It tasted creamy, almost like the cheese we made back home. But it also had a sweet, fruity taste. It's... it's delicious, Master!" "Look at my cock, now. You notice how much 'cream' is still laying on the tip? Clean it up with your tongue and I'll remove your bindings. Swallow it all, don't make a mess like you did before." You savour the flavour of your Master's semen on your breath some more before you lean in forward to lick all of the excess off the tip of his cock. You notice that the more you swirl, the more of it escapes the top to flow right into your eager mouth. As it pumps less and less, slower and slower, you bring his entire now semi-erect cock into your mouth and suck slowly up the entire length of his shaft. You swallow happily savouring your Master's lewd cream as he bends over you and releases your binds. Your arms crumple lazily to your sides as the circulation slowly returns. When you gaze up at him, you notice a pair of horns and a slight red glow on your Master's skin that wasn't there before. "We're almost done for the day. Time for a new lesson. There are certain positions a slave must learn to adopt when pleasuring her master. We're going to go over the 'Dog Walk' now. "See that full pet bowl of cum? There's a piece of bread in it. Face towards the bowl and get on your knees and arms. You will crawl on all fours when in this position and follow my every command as usual, this time adding a bark to the end of all of your responses. Understood?" "Yes, Master. Arf!" "You're a fast learner. Now, this is just your first night so you might as well get something to eat. I still need to punish you for spilling all of that cum... so why don't you start licking it all up before you get to your dinner?" You blush and stare incredulously to your Master before realising your place. He stands over you expectantly as you crawl towards the bowl. The ground is wet, dirty, and cold, but you have little difficulty lapping up the cum with your tongue. It takes you a few minutes to eat all of the cum around the bowl, slurping up and swallowing each droplet as you go. When you are done, you look up at your Master expectantly. "Good. Now, get your dinner. Good girl!" "Yes, Master. Woof!" You bound to the pet bowl and start lapping up the cum. You start to swirl it in your mouth and swallow enthusiastically each mouthful before you get to the piece of stale bread. Biting off a soaked piece you start to chew. Each bite of the soggy bread releases the flavour of semen into your mouth along with the plain taste of the bread wheat. It takes you a while to finish the bread as your Master watches you silently. "How was it?" he asks with a smirk. "It was delicious, Master! Woof!" "Well, okay. Honestly, I've grown rather bored of watching you swallow my cum. You can get up now, I'll take the pet bowl from here." He leans over to pick up the bowl. You rise from the Dog Walk position as you kneel by your Master. "You've had your dinner, so it's time for a bath. See that cum all over your body? I bet it's a good way to keep your skin healthy? Close your eyes and enjoy the warm shower as you lather it into your pores..." You do so and start to run your hands down your chest. The feeling of wet, half-solidified cum touches your hands as everything becomes sticky. The smell of your Master's semen fills the room, your mouth, your breath, every inch of your body as you wash yourself in cum. As the semen starts to dribble onto your tits you start rubbing your hands, arms, tits, legs, thighs, ass... even your pussy. Your hand lingers there a moment until you realise the cum is accumulating on your chest. You immediately move to continue "cleaning" your body until the pet bowl is completely empty. "Hahaha... hah... heh. I can tell I'll have a lot of fun with you, slave. We're definitely going to have to get better acquainted. "But the next few hours in isolation should bring you back to your senses. From my experience, once I leave, you'll... get down what you need to get done and eventually calm down. You'll start to reflect on how shameful you feel, how much you despise me as a person, how desperately you want to escape. "But remember your place. You're free to feel what you feel, think what you feel while I'm not here. When I address you, your body, your mind, your soul... they all become mine. Eventually, you won't need any prompt from me; you'll always be ready to serve. And that's when you'll be released from this cell." You watch in silence as your Master walks to the cell door. He slowly opens it, walks through, and closes it behind him, locking it shut. Without even looking back at you, he walks up the staircase to the jail office above. As soon as he leaves, you start to masturbate. Cum has solidified around your cute pubic hair as you use your stained fingers to rub your clitoris. You then try to scoop up as much cum as you can, filling your pussy with two fingers as you finger yourself, sucking on your fingers, moaning and shaking through the night until you push yourself to climax. But you realise it isn't the same. As your heartbeat starts to slow down in your ears and you shake in orgasm, you look up through your tiny window at the snowy skies. The lantern flickers, then dies. You close your eyes on the cum-stained ground and adjust yourself to your new life. [[Phew.|SlaveSister03]]

You walk out of the unlocked cell and greet your client, you enthusiastically thanks you. "You did really well. That was the best I've felt in a really long time." You smile at him and nuzzle at his chest as he gets dressed. You see him recoil in shock as you do this, but he eventually starts caressing your head. "...I've cleared your payment. If you don't mind, I definitely want to see you again. Only you. The next time you're in, look for my name." He gives you a kiss as he leaves. You wait a little while, give the basement a quick look over before heading up the other direction to the reception desk. The receptionist (whose name you learn is Sarah) gives you a wink and gives you a credit chit with your payment. ''You have earned 100 eun! Your lewdness has greatly increased.''<<set $money += 100>><<set $lewdness += 10>><<if $lewdness gt 40>><<set $lewdness to 40>><<endif>> [[Go back to the lobby.|Hotel]]