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My dorm room smells like stale ramen and frustration. I’m eighteen, a freshman, and completely sick of being the "good girl." I don't just want excitement; I want to be ruined.
So when a mysterious link for Instant Gratification appears on the darker corner of the web, I don't listen to the logical part of my brain. I double-click.
In a flash of white light, my reality dissolves. I find myself in a sprawling, neon-lit plaza filled with men watching, waiting. A voice in my head tells me exactly where I am: The Free Use Sector.
The rules of this dimension are simple but absolute. To stay, I have to consent to the protocol. I have to agree to be a public resource—available to anyone, at any time, in any way they see fit.
I could try to find a way home. But looking at the hungry eyes surrounding me, I realize this is the fantasy I’ve been hiding from myself all along.
I’m done being good. It’s time to play the game.
