The Visual Hierarchy of the website had a few flaws. Actually noticing it, taking the time to look over the navigation bar with the tiny black words over a white background, the content that flowed in a logical order but without proper design, Tommy saw too much clutter. There was dialogue that contained extraneous information. There wasn't much consistency, when he clicked around on the website.
"The speed of the site is slow," Tommy noticed. "And I don't know how to navigate back to the home page."
"That's one of the reasons we want you to look over the website." Cat Girl was on the floor, cross-legged with Mr. Kipples in her lap.
Mr. Kipples was a black Calico cat, with a white cloud over his left eye, small tendrils reaching across his head. The alpha cat of 4. The rest were female. They scampered around Cat Girl's studio apartment, on top of bookshelves that made for makeshift walls around her bed, which was open and connected to the television room. There were 2 cats under and inside an entertainment unit. The television was off.
The lights of the apartment were low and it was dark outside. Most of the room was illuminated by the glow of the laptop. Tommy saw a lot of fake profiles.
The beautiful women, these were Mini's friends. Fake women, real women, posing for pictures, those pictures uploaded and handled by hairy men: either a programmer or a graphic designer. Their profiles were generic enough.
Under a tab marked 'Search', from a drop down, he could look over people (profiles) that were in the area.
Tommy asked, "These are close to the recruit?"
Cat Girl confirmed this, "He lives close by. Right near campus. These are the profiles he will find. I don't think anyone else uses the website."
Tommy clicked one of the links: two obscure faces. There were warnings running up and down the page. The profile read the couple's fetish.
The man liked to fool around with other men in front of his wife.
Cat Girl said, "Mini has a mind game for this. If he responds to this couple."
"Will he even read the profile?" From what Tommy had heard, the recruit's brain was starting to deteriorate. "If he reads the profile, will he comprehend any of it?"
Cat Girl didn't know. Mini didn't care. All that mattered to the rest of the gang was that money was coming in. The recruit even paid for special privileges, to get indexed on the first page of the dating site.
Mini said to Tommy, "I've never made so much money off of someone this way."
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The Midnight City Social Hour
Ficção GeralThe first prank is an adult dating site to siphon money from the recruit. The third prank gives the website access to their customers' webcams. Because everyone in the gang gets hazed. Tommy watches all his past pain epitomized as he spends his days...
