Right, so Angelica Kitten is there. On the screen. Fully clothed. Smug little smile. And the game, this math quiz thing, thinks it's going to embarrass me. The first problem is something like 7+3 and I actually fumble the click because I'm staring at her. She's a real human, a brunette, and the photo is just... grainy enough to feel like something you'd find on an old hard drive. That's the whole hook. It's not polished. It's deliberately not polished, like a flash game from 2006 that survived purely on the strength of its jpg.

The timer. One minute. It's not generous. You get a math problem wrong and the whole thing resets, but not before she gives you this look. I swear the look changes. One time I missed 12-5, a fucking subtraction, and she arched an eyebrow. The game didn't need to program that. It just happened. My brain filled it in. The core loop is just arithmetic and a strip down. Answer right, she loses a piece. Answer wrong, you get nothing. You lose. The tension isn't in the math. The math is insultingly simple until the pressure makes it impossible. It's in watching the timer tick down while you're trying to remember if 8x7 is 56 or 54 and her bra is right there, half unhooked.

I wish there was a wrong-answer punishment that wasn't just a reset. Like, let her put the jacket back on. Mock me. Something. The whole thing is over so fast you barely register it. One minute. It's a party that ends before you find the drinks. But for that one minute, with Angelica Kitten staring at you, it's the most important math test you've ever failed. And you will fail. The first few times, at least. Then you learn to look at the numbers, not at her. But that defeats the whole point, doesn't it?