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“<span class="mu-s">Twelfth Question: What is my favorite song?</span>” You requested Carol to sing it once! Okay, it wasn’t your favorite, but you’re going to accept that answer as correct, no need to be pedantic. You can have more than one favorite after all.
It doesn’t even take a second for a hand to fly down to the screen! They’re all still cake impaired (?), so this comes as a huge surprise!
“<span class="mu-i">Mine~!</span>” The Evil Vortexia claims with a smirk on her face.
“Which one is that?” You’re hoping deep down that she doesn’t have a song named that.
“<span class="mu-i">All my music!</span>” Clutz starts bouncing on the bed, excited that she has won in her mind! “<span class="mu-i">You’re MY adoring fan, aren’t you?</span>”
“I-I asked for one specific song though.” You’re definitely a fan of what you’re watching...
“<span class="mu-i">Then in that case...</span>” Clutz is deciding between her greatest hits.
“<span class="mu-i">C-Come on, this has to be cheating. She’s getting time to think!</span>” Carol complains, and for the first time in a while, she has a point.
“<span class="mu-i">Hey!!! You said there are no thoughts passing through my head!</span>” Clutz defends herself using the other idol’s words. “<span class="mu-i">And the answer is the ‘Air-Conditioned Nightmare’!</span>”
“Sorry, it isn’t.” You scratch the back of your head.
“<span class="mu-i">NooOOoOoo~!</span>” Clutz is dismayed as she rolls on the bed, somehow turning into a hair hurricane.
“<span class="mu-i">M-My turn~.</span>” Carol presses the button now that Clutz has ended her chances. “<span class="mu-i">It’s that corny song… What the World Needs Now.</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">That’s the one that he made you sing when we were escAAAaaaping~, right?</span>” Emily breaks yet again, but retains her composure. Is she getting better at handling the effects?!
“<span class="mu-i">I… don’t think you’re going to process the answer...</span>” Carol shakes her head as she’s not as sold on Emily’s improvements as you are.
“<span class="mu-i">I can do that and much more.</span>” Emily doesn’t want to be disparaged like that.
“You’re correct by the way, Carol.” You add before everyone forgets what you’re doing here.
“<span class="mu-i">Then show us, Emily.</span>” The non-trademark evil idol smirks at Emily, as she signals that your date is going to be punished. You were about to ask, but oh well. Emily takes her top off with some struggle, the fidgeting makes it especially difficult for her not to get stuck, she’s in her underwear as well. You take a moment to admire what you’re seeing.
“Here’s your slice, Emily.” You hand her the second to last one. Emily eats with haste. She stays still for a moment, and takes a deep breath.
“<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">THAAaaaaaAAAnKkkkk YoooUUUUuuuuUuUUu~!</span></span>” Emily has her biggest episode yet! She’s flat on her back on the bed, twitching and shaking without stopping. She crawls back to the edge of the bed on all fours. “<span class="mu-i">Reeeady~!</span>” She can only give one word answers…
“<span class="mu-i">I-I am as well…!</span>” Vortexia is done with her tantrum.
