(Originally written by: FrauMannelig)
"You landed on the clothing modifier." The game summarized. "Hm... I can't let you wear slutty clothes now, since you're forbidden to wear anything, right?"
Marla nodded - with the game in charge of them, there was simply no way she'd get dressed before they finished. "But I can't let you go scoff-free, either," the game destroyed all hope that Marla had on escaping her fate.
"Scoff?" she weakly protested. "You think of this as a SCOFF?" she pointed towards Jennifer who was bobbing up and down on the lap of one of the Cindybots. Jennifer was finally paying attention to them playing again, but she couldn't suppress some moans when the Cindybot scratched a particular itchy spot.
"Sure. Sex games are all about scoff." The game replied. "Or maybe I should offer some options for scots? Like kilts, funny accents and red hair? Hm... don't give me ideas."
"Sure, make me a scotsman and Caty can roll." Marla said.
"No, I give you a different choice. Said the game. Do you prefer more options on "Edible Body" or would you prefer options on "Attitude"?
Marla nudged Jack, only to hear a "Whatever."
"Attitude." Marla decided. She was sick of the food jokes the game played on her. She really hoped that the weird stuff would disappear when the game ended. She was SO not going to run with spaghetti hair, dripping tomato sauce.
"Yeah, I have recognized that, Marla." the game said softly with regards to her thoughts. "You are not dressing like a tomboy, usually, but you behave that way. Doing the athletics, playing video-games, reading adventure books - that's not really girly-girl-like, don't you think?"
"Huh? So I'm not a girly-girl! It's fine!"
"Except we're going to change that. Your attitude options are that will in future behave like a sexy mom, or like a bimbo whore, or like a lady escort!"
"Oh no." Marla groaned, then nudged the boy next to her again. "Jack? Jackie?"
