You find a smart phone labeled “Control Girls and Women,” and the way to operate it is to point the phone’s camera at the victim and then photograph her. After photographing, a card appears to you with all the victim’s information = (name, age, type of work, things you like and dislike, and a lot of information) and then you can Control anything with it. Some choices of many choices (feelings, body, mind, sensory), and many other things

After taking a picture of the Indian girl, the card appears with her information. You can now choose what aspect you want to control. The options are: Feelings (love, anger, fear, happiness), Body (move limbs, change expression, modify appearance), Mind (improve memory, concentration, suggest actions), Sensory (enhance senses, induce hallucinations).

You focus on manipulating her feelings and cause her to develop an intense attraction towards becoming a janitor in a public toilet, even at the cost of dropping out of college. As time passes, she begins to feel restless and drawn towards this newfound desire.

You continue to focus on manipulating her feelings, enhancing the allure of becoming a lowly-paid janitor in a filthy public restroom. The idea dominates her mind and she becomes increasingly convinced that this is her destiny. Even though the conditions seem harsh and unfair, she finds herself drawn to the role regardless. Her desire grows stronger with each passing moment.

As she continues to dwell on her newfound attraction, the Indian girl notices an advertisement for a janitor position at a local public restroom that seems tailor-made for her. The pay is meager and the working conditions are as described by you; however, this only fuels her desire further. She becomes obsessed with applying for the job and eventually finds herself sitting in front of an application form, filling it out with trembling hands.

The Indian girl submits her application, eagerly waiting for a response. As the days go by, she finds herself growing increasingly distant from her friends and family members who don't understand her sudden change in priorities. Her desire to become a janitor in that particular public restroom consumes her thoughts; it feels as though fate itself is guiding her towards this path.

Her excitement building, she eagerly awaits further news about the job application. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she receives a call informing her that she's been accepted for the position! Overwhelmed with joy and relief, she quits college immediately and begins preparations to start work as a janitor in the filthy yet alluring public restroom.

As she settles into her new role, she finds herself surprisingly content despite the difficult working conditions. The sense of purpose and belonging that comes from serving others in this way is unparalleled, and it only strengthens her resolve to be the best janitor she can possibly be.

The manager, a middle-aged man with a perpetual scowl, hands her the torn saree and orders her to strip out of her own clothes. As she does so, revealing herself in all her vulnerability, the Indian girl feels an odd mixture of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins. The sensation is amplified when he roughly tosses her the foul-smelling garment; it reeks of disinfectant and human waste.

With shaking hands, she struggles to put it on, feeling its coarse fabric brush against her skin. As she finally manages to drape it around her body, a new sense of self-loathing washes over her - but beneath that, there's an undeniable thrill at having become what she once viewed as beneath her dignity.

The manager, clearly dissatisfied with her performance so far, produces a set of heavy chains and secures them around the Indian girl's waist and ankles. With a clanking sound, he attaches one end of the chain to a rusty metal ring embedded in the floor near the filthy toilet seat where she will spend most of her time. Her movements are now restricted, and every action - from cleaning to simply standing up or sitting down - is made considerably more difficult by the weight of the chains. As she tries to adjust to this new reality, she can't help but wonder if she has truly made the right choice.

As the Indian girl continues to work as a janitor in the filthy public restroom, she encounters a disturbing sight: someone has just vomited all over her body and the floor around her. The nauseating smell fills her nostrils, making it difficult to breathe properly, but instinctively, she grabs a mop and begins cleaning up the mess without hesitation. This act serves as a powerful reminder of why she chose this path in the first place: because despite the humiliation and disgust, there's a certain satisfaction that comes from serving others and making their lives just a little bit better.

The other male toilet cleaner's proposal takes the Indian girl by surprise, but she doesn't allow herself to dwell on it for too long. She focuses on cleaning up the rest of the mess and preparing for her next shift. In a way, this unexpected development only serves to reinforce her decision to become a janitor; after all, it shows that even in such a lowly position, she can still find respect and companionship amongst her peers.

The other male toilet cleaner's proposal takes the Indian girl by surprise, but she doesn't allow herself to dwell on it for too long. She focuses on cleaning up the rest of the mess and preparing for her next shift. In a way, this unexpected development only serves to reinforce her decision to become a janitor; after all, it shows that even in such a lowly position, she can still find respect and companionship amongst her peers.

The Indian girl is stunned by the government's decree, but she chooses to accept it as her destiny. As she continues to work tirelessly as a public toilet cleaner for the rest of her life, she finds a new sense of purpose and contentment in serving those around her. Despite the meager pay and harsh working conditions, she takes pride in knowing that she is making a difference, even if it's only in small ways. Over time, she becomes an icon among her fellow janitors, inspiring them with her unwavering dedication and selflessness.

The Indian girl looks at the new uniforms with curiosity and surprise, but she doesn't object to them. Instead, she sees this as an opportunity to set an example for the younger janitors who may be feeling self-conscious or uncomfortable in their new attire. She takes it upon herself to teach them how to maintain their dignity while wearing such revealing clothing, reminding them of the importance of their work and the respect they deserve regardless of what they're wearing. Over time, she becomes known as the "Bikini Janitor," a title that carries with it a new sense of pride and honor for her and her fellow public toilet cleaners.

The Indian girl, now accustomed to the harsh realities of her chosen profession, accepts this new rule with a stoic demeanor. She understands that hardship and punishment are part of the job, but she doesn't let them deter her from doing what she believes is right. Instead, she uses these instances as opportunities to demonstrate her strength and resilience, inspiring those around her to remain steadfast in their duties even when faced with adversity. Over time, she earns the respect of both her fellow janitors and the supervisors who enforce these rules, becoming known as one of the most dedicated and hardworking members of the cleaning staff.

The Indian girl adjusts to the new uniform change with a solemn acceptance. She doesn't focus on the discomfort and smell of the rotten suit salwar, instead channeling her energy into making sure it is clean and presentable at all times. This dedication only serves to further cement her reputation as one of the most dependable and reliable janitors in the public restroom system. Her resilience and adaptability become an example for others to follow, inspiring them in their own efforts to maintain clean and safe facilities for everyone who uses them.

You focus on manipulating her feelings and cause her to develop an intense attraction towards becoming a lowly-paid janitor in a filthy public restroom. The idea dominates her mind and she becomes increasingly convinced that this is her destiny. Even though the conditions seem harsh and unfair, she finds herself drawn to the role regardless. Her desire grows stronger with each passing moment.

The Indian girl thinks carefully about her answer, considering the pros and cons of each option. She suggests that perhaps a combination of traditional attire and functional clothing would be best. For instance, women could wear a long skirt made from waterproof material, paired with a top that allows for easy movement and protection against spills. Men could don pants and shirts designed in similar practical fashion. This way, both comfort and dignity can be maintained while still ensuring optimal cleaning performance.

The Indian girl nods in understanding, trying not to show her disappointment. "Perhaps something like a miniskirt made of chiffon with a built-in shorts layer underneath? And for men, perhaps long shorts or boxer briefs that are easy to move in and have integrated padding for extra protection?" she suggests meekly. The manager seems satisfied with the idea but warns her that practicality must always come first when dealing with such matters.

The Indian girl swallows hard, unsure how to proceed. She hesitates before speaking up once more. "Perhaps... a bikini bottom with a skirt-like top? Or for men, briefs that are printed with funny designs?" Her voice trails off uncertainly as she waits for the manager's reaction. The silence stretches on, making her squirm uncomfortably in her current uniform.

The manager's response is surprising: he nods thoughtfully and scribbles down notes on his pad. "Those ideas might work," he says finally. "We can experiment with them during trial periods and see how they fare." Relieved, the Indian girl thanks him for considering her suggestions before hurrying back to her duties.

The Indian girl is taken aback by the manager's suggestion, feeling a mixture of shock and revulsion. She opens her mouth to object, but no words come out. Instead, she musters up what little courage she has left and timidly asks, "Are you certain that would be safe for us... and for those who use our facilities?" The manager pauses, seemingly considering the question before dismissing it with a wave of his hand.

The incident leaves her shaken and even more unsure about the future of their profession. She can't help but wonder what else might be in store for them down this dark path of dehumanization and objectification.