Cindy Corwell, Environmental Activist

With a heavy thud, the door to apartment 4A closed behind Cindy, who'd just come home from a protest against the new oil pipeline that was under construction by the new corporate overlord in town, SiliTech. This had been her fourth protest in the last month, and they'd each landed her a day or two in a jail cell to boot. So now, as she came home, she looked weary indeed.

Cindy was a relatively average, if perhaps otherwise unremarkable girl. She had chocolate brown hair that reached down to her shoulders, usually in a somewhat messy chop. A narrow frame that could brag of a forgettable set of B-cups was offset at least somewhat by a pretty good derriere that she was proud of. Not that she had a lot of 'action' going on, of course. Girls like her - those whose moral comes were so strongly aligned against the contemporary trends that led them into as much conflict and confrontation - knew that the dating market would be an uphill battle.

And so she'd never really bothered. She'd been fine with the friends she had in the activism circles, and as she knew well, and reminded herself of so frequently, she still ate good food, and had a roof over her head. A lot of others didn't have that.

Of course, a lot of others didn't have as powerful enemies as her.

So it wasn't long, after a few hours of television, that her phone bzzz'd with a new notification.

Gem Girls installed.

With a skeptical squint, Cindy picked up her phone. Yep, there it was. 'Gem Girls' - mandatory update or the likes that came with a new app, probably. Fuck's sake. Once she'd taken down Big Oil, she was coming for Big Tech. Or, Big Mandatory Update, or something.

Still - she opened the app to check out what it actually was. A single button appeared on the screen, floating above a grid filled with multi-colored gems.

Had the fucking update come with a mandatory gacha app? Was that even legal? Still, she had to at least give it a try...

Wh-

Cindy shot forwards in the couch, staring at the phone. In the corner of the screen, a little avatar had appeared, that looked just like her! Well, like an avatar of her. What was more striking - and concerning - was the fact that it was also dressed exactly like her - it even had the mud stain on her jeans that she'd acquired a few hours ago. Was it using the camera to make it? That cannot be legal, either. This was fishy as fuck.

Below it was a point counter - currently informing her that she had zero out of 1000 points to get to the next level. Just below it again, was a progress bar - the leftmost side labeled 'Bad Girl', the rightmost side labeled 'Good Girl', in a gradient shifting from red to bubblegum pink. What the fuck?

Cindy nonetheless started out actually trying the game itself - matching gems together in threes, sometimes fours - once, even fives. There was - as there always is - something fun about the game, some primordial part of the brain scratched as numbers went up in tandem with bright colors and evocative sounds.

But within just a few moments, there's a loud buzzer noise, informing her that she had only obtained 897 out of the 1000 points needed. Ugh. Whatever.

A popup appears, though.

Lick your lips to add 10 more seconds!

Cindy blinked with confusion and rising levels of aggression. What the fuck? She could either press 'OK', or- what, have the app watch her through the camera licking her-

She took a deep breath. And another one. Fine. She'd play along. Get more material she can shove down the throat of whoever pushed this update.

And licked her lips.

Immediately, the phone chimed a happy tone, and the timer filled back up, and the background music started playing once more. What?

The timer had almost run out entirely once more before she had managed to snap herself out of the shock. Once again, the game prompted her with a chance to extend her playtime.

Pinch a nipple to add 10 more seconds!

Fine. If this is how the game wanted things... Cindy conceded, but this time, she put her phone over the camera, and despite her better judgement - gave her nipple a light pinch. Ow!

And just like that, the music played once more. No way. What? She removed her thumb and looked at the app, with the technicolor gems on display and the little avatar of herself still playing with a nipple through the green t-shirt. She didn't want to sound like a broken record, but what the fuck?

And again, the timer expired. The game informed her that it had no more extensions available to her right now, but that she'd failed the level, and had to choose a punishment. Normally, Cindy would just close the app and chuck away her phone - but she'd gotten a little... spooked, suffice to say. She looked at her options.

Show Some Claws

Panties Not Allowed

Selfie Slut

Two of these were clearly made by some guy who hadn't heard of feminism before. The first one didn't sound so bad, actually?