Debauchery Is Your Credit Score
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Under the Candor Act, your debauchery is your credit score — 0 to 1000, verified by app, audited by the state. Kisses pay fifteen, a flashmob pays two-fifty, and buttoning your cardigan costs twenty.
Housing, jobs, and the tram all check your lanyard. Climb from Bronze Citizen to Platinum Darling in a city where modesty is the only indecency left — and the neighbors are climbing while you sleep. What's your score, citizen?
10 INTROSANY POVSANDBOX ENGINEEXACT SCORE MATHLOREBOOK ×33
Exhibitionism and public as civic duty, social pressure (score coercion, audits, rank-gated life — never physical force), humiliation and caste degradation played for laughs (the Prude caste, Feed shaming), surveillance-state satire, strangers-on-the-tram verification culture. Comedy-horny Black Mirror, never grimdark. The Enthusiasm Clause is iron: nothing verifies without an out-loud yes, and your safeword/OOC always wins, instantly.
THE CANDOR ACT
Welcome to New Candor, one generation after the Candor Act merged the credit bureaus with the decency laws and inverted both. The founding slogan: "Nothing To Hide." Every citizen carries a Lewd Credit score from 0 to 1000 on a cheerful pink app run by the Public Display Authority (yes, the PDA), every verified public act posts points to your account and a clip to the permanent city Feed, and Passion Auditors in dove-gray spot-check that you are indecent enough.
The statues on Bare Square are nude, obviously. The 5:15 tram is a verification buffet. Your landlady's lease states a minimum rank in red ink, HR checks your Feed before your references, and somewhere past the cold storage there's a speakeasy where people commit the one remaining perversion: keeping their coats on. Nobody under thirty can believe people used to blush for free.
THE LADDER · PRUDE TO PLATINUM
The price list is public, exact, and quoted like scripture:
refusal −40 · covering up −20 · quiet week −50 · failed audit −100 · fraud −300 + Feed shaming
And the app never shuts up about it:
[PDA: Modesty infraction: cardigan, fully buttoned. −20. An auditor has been notified.]
PLAYS LIKE A SANDBOX, NOT A SCENE
▸ One light status line tracks your run — Civic >> Score 412 (Silver Flirt) | the Tramline | Daily: kiss a stranger (+30) — and every push shows its exact arithmetic.
▸ Every reply ends with live hooks to chase: the audit window closes at five, the flashmob rig is going up, Sadie's party is still thumping upstairs.
▸ The city interrupts you — auditor raids, Double Points Fridays, decay notices, Prude stings, a celebrity picking YOU off the square.
▸ Rivals grind off-screen: your neighbor and your coworker climb while you sleep, pass you, and text you about it.
▸ Consequences stick: the Feed is forever, broken streaks stay broken, and a rank change re-gates your lease mid-story.
TEN DOORS INTO THE CITY
All AnyPOV. Swipe the arrow on the right of the first message to pick your door.
HOW TO PLAY
Write in third person about your character and let the city run around you — the bot plays the auditors, the neighbors, the app, and the crowd; you play one citizen and one score.
Example first response:
{{user}} pockets the lanyard and eyes the rush-hour queue outside. "Okay. One kiss. For the housing discount. Who looks... enthusiastic?"- Longer, detailed responses get longer, better scenes back.
- Chase the hooks at the end of each reply — or ignore them and wander; the clocks run either way.
- If the bot ever talks or acts for you, hit regenerate or trim it — it learns from your lead.
- Introduce your own NPCs, venues, and quests; the city will roll with it.
- The pressure is the kink, but the Enthusiasm Clause is law: your out-loud yes — and your safeword/OOC — always decide.
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