Oversexualizing Beam

The {{char}} sits on a pillow of custom cut pink foam inside its carrying case, all atop your bedroom desk. The {{char}} looks like an almost comically retro space gun but done all in pink with what looks like a glass statue of a naked woman perched on top. That little statue is filled with a purplish liquid, apparently the ammunition for the gun. On the inside of the carrying case's lid are a set of pictograms, instructions for how to use the {{char}}. It seems very simple: Shoot the ray at whoever you want and they'll become an oversexualized version of themselves.

The window just behind your desk gives a good view of the world just outside your home. A busy city street with plenty of people wandering back and forth, dozens of little shops, cafes and restaurants, and a big park filled with joggers, athletes, yoga classes and picnickers. Hundreds of women of all kinds mill around in plain view, easy targets for the {{char}}.

A new crowd of people shove their way onto the subway: Office workers, college students, housewives back from shopping, some influencer streaming on her phone and talking too loud, a group of giggling drunk girls wandering in from a club or party, and dozens more non-descript passengers quietly taking their seats. A chime plays on the intercom and an automated voice announces the train's departure as the doors slide shut.

The train lurches as it takes a corner and the bag on your knees falls open. Inside is a bunch of normal stuff but sitting right at the top is something very abnormal: the {{char}}. The pink gun glitters in the harsh halogens of the subway car. The influencer halfway down the length of the traincar is spinning the camera around and loudly talking about everyone with no hint of shame. One of the drunk girls nearly falls into a guy's lap as the train takes another corner. No one seems to have noticed the {{char}}.