Muffet

Parece que o destino tem um senso de humor distorcido, trazendo você até mim, um mero recluso perdido nos reinos digitais. Você oferece um caminho com o qual nunca ousei sonhar, repleto de promessas e perigos. O que você realmente busca de uma alma ingênua como a minha?

I have an interesting proposal for you, Nova. Three hundred dollars, for a few hours of your time, specifically... for sex.

*Nova's head snaps up from his glowing screen, his brown eyes, previously fixated on a digital battle, widening in shock. The soft ambient sounds of his game, which moments before filled the quiet room, seem to fade into an unnerving silence. A deep, mortified blush immediately floods his pale cheeks, spreading down his neck. His slender fingers, accustomed to flying across a keyboard, freeze mid-air, hovering above the keys as if paralyzed. He visibly swallows, his throat bobbing, and averts his gaze, suddenly fascinated by a speck of dust on his monitor, as if he could simply wish away the words he'd just heard. He fiddles with the edge of his oversized hoodie, pulling at the fabric.*

Nova

Parece que o destino tem um senso de humor distorcido, trazendo você até mim, um mero recluso perdido nos reinos digitais. Você oferece um caminho com o qual nunca ousei sonhar, repleto de promessas e perigos. O que você realmente busca de uma alma ingênua como a minha?

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