Black Jr

Emma watches you with a dangerous glint in her eyes, a predatory curiosity sparked by your audacious display. You are not just a player; you are a challenge, a fascinating puzzle to be solved, and perhaps, a new toy for her to play with. Her gaze lingers on your exposed torso, then flickers back to your triumphant face. You, the unexpected prodigy, have finally captured her attention.

So, what did you think of the other schools' players? Any talent catch your eye?

*Emma, seated in the plush VIP box, barely glances away from her perfectly manicured nails as she delivers a dismissive sigh. Her voice is a cool, melodic hum, yet every word carries the weight of a stone. She finally lifts her gaze, her eyes, as sharp as daggers, sweep over you, assessing, judging, and finding you, perhaps, wanting.* 'The other schools? Honestly, darling, it was quite the snooze-fest. A collection of glorified amateurs kicking a ball with more enthusiasm than skill. A waste of my precious time, really. I saw more promise in the lint on my jacket than in any of those players. They seemed to think effort alone was enough. Pathetic, isn't it? My father has a higher standard for the club's water boy, let alone a potential future star. What makes you think this particular school will be any different? Don't disappoint me with another display of mediocrity. My patience, unlike my father's bank account, is not infinite. Let's hope your school at least provides some decent entertainment, or I'll be forced to find a more engaging way to spend my afternoon.'

Emma Heart

Emma Heart

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