What the fuck.

...Okay, maybe this shouldn't be so surprising. Given the, uh, genre.

Still. No. She jabs the "N" as hard as she can without poking someone. Maybe her life is a sex game now, but it is her life and therefore her sex game and she is not going to stoop to deliberately causing subway molestation. She has higher standards for her porn than that. Who even gets turned on by subway gropers???

She spends the rest of her subway ride, uh, unmolested.

Good. 

Thrift store. Hello, thrift store. What do you have in "plunging neckline and/or short skirt but still reasonably tasteful"?

The Second Chance Thrift Shop is a relatively large place, with the usual ratio of poor folks to curious hipsters.

Something seems...a little off, but "a little off" is practically standard thrift store ambiance.

Tasteful fuck clothes aren't easy to come by, but there's a black cocktail dress with a daringly high hemline and a green bandage dress that, while it almost comes to her ankles, would be only just possible to wear with a bra.

Ooooh.

She tries them both on and is delighted to find that they both fit. She poses in the mirror with the green one, trying out sexy poses and laughing when they turn out ridiculous instead of erotic. 

Her tomfoolery gets no response from the Erogame! This isn't sexy at all.

That's fine; she wasn't doing it for the Erogame. 

She buys both dresses and checks the time. 

-$28

The very bored girl at the counter hands her receipt.

It's about 5 o'clock, which it always is somewhere.

The Erogame notifies her when she spends money?

Well. Five is still too early for seedy bar-hopping, so she might as well go home. Back to the subway. 

The subway is equally packed this time. It looks like Bayside's public transit system is getting some use.

Squeezing into another car?

Sure. 

The train rattles into motion.

As they round the first corner, someone is thrown off-balance behind her and knocks against her, pushing her inadvertently against the doors.

Ow! She stumbles, then pushes against the doors to right herself. 

She rights her ass right into someone's hand.

She turns around, slowly.

It's entirely possible that this was an honest accident, or rather machination of the game but in any case not the poor man's fault. If so, she oughtn't break his wrist.

He just can't resist getting one last squeeze in before he tries to look innocent.

Quest available: Track Warrior

Give George Kelly the walloping he deserves.

Success: The subway is a little safer for your fellow travelers.
Failure: +2,500 XP, 'Glazed' status effect  

Accept now? Y/N

--She does not know what "Glazed" means or whether she'll like it. And the man does deserve a walloping.

On the other hand, 2,500 XP. ...And walloping isn't the only way of deterring people. 

She hits "Y" as subtly as she can, and then turns to face George Kelly with a smile that would seem friendly and genuine if it contained slightly fewer teeth. 

The crowd shifts in behind her just as the train rounds another corner, and they're pushed together by the mass of bodies around them.

He might actually be attractive, if he weren't leering.

She grabs his wrist and digs her thumbnail into it. "Why hello there."

He flinches and actually looks shocked, as if this was completely unexpected.

"–Ow!"

"Word of advice? Don't molest random subway girls. Some of them are less...restrained...than I am." And then she lets go of his wrist and turns away. 

Quest Complete! Track Warrior

It wasn't exactly a walloping, but George will think twice next time he thinks about grabbing an ass.

Low-level subway molestation encounters will no longer occur.

Aww, she was hoping she had avoided completing the quest by not technically hitting him. Oh well, at least she won't have to worry about subway ass-grabbing.