"I dare you to find the sluttiest and most feminine lingerie you can find, something very intricate and expensive, and ask your friends to take pictures and videos of you using it while jerking off and showing off your body" Jen giggles somewhat sinisterly. "Don't worry, they won't remember this happened and I won't share anything unless you give me a reason to do such a thing. They'll leak immediately if you threaten me or try to use the curse against me in any way" She had to cover her bases under such a curse she was imposing. But part of her also didn't want to do any of that, just embarass him enough and have some safety along the way.
"All your friends in the room with you have to be involved, and they'll get increasingly hornier and more attracted to you as the session goes on... buuuuut i won't dictate what happens after that! I hope you have fun!"
Kyle was desperate. If the curse was real that would be so fucking messed up! He just wanted some petty revenge, and now he was about to do some of the most humiliating things in the world and in front of his friends! The threat of blackmail would forever hang above his head. On the other hand, a part of him was already trying to figure out how to exploit the situation. Maybe he doesn't need to do it because a deadline wasn't defined? So he could try to work a way around that? Or maybe if he didn't find the sessions "valid", or kept trying to buy lingerie that was waaaay above his budget, would that still count as "finding"?
"Kyle! What happened man?" Dwight seemed to have been calling for a long time now, but Kyle was still dumbfounded and trying to logic his way out of his fate. But the curse would've none of that... Either way, he had to at least start somewhere... Talk to his friends right now? Try to figure out the clothing first of all? Maybe wait around a day or two? Kyle's head spun, in search of a answer...