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"I can understand that. I'm lucky to have friends who, uh, tolerate me. I wouldn't want to imagine how it would be to live here all the time. No one to acknowledge that I'm my own person."
<span class="mu-s">"Exactly, Darling! I'm Glad We're On The Same Page! Though, Don't You Wish You Could Wear A New Outfit Sometimes?"</span>
"...Not particularly. I like my outfit." You're not sure if it's talking about your clothes or something more metaphorical. Whatever the case, you rather not give it any ideas. The arms tapping away at the end of the screen pull away. The voice behind the screen sighs.
<span class="mu-s">"If You Say So."</span> It scoffs.
"Sorry. Before I give you my final judgement on your outfit, mind if I ask what you actually want to do? Just for clarification, please."
<span class="mu-s">"..."</span> The arms disappear behind the screen, leaving you only able to see the faint silhouette of whatever is behind it. The arms suddenly return after what feels like hours (but more likely minutes) with the same outfits as before. <span class="mu-s">"To Wear My Heart On My Sleeve. To Show People Who I Am. But I Know I Can Not Do That. I Can Not Risk Such A Faux Pas. So, I Wish To Be The Me That People Want To See."</span>
"Is that why you're behind that screen? It feels weird not being able to talk to you face to face." It's also weird that you're the only one saying anything but looking at your allies, it's clear they're too busy keeping their guards up to say or do anything.
<span class="mu-s">"Why Do You Think I Asked For A New Outfit? The One I Have On Is...Lacking."</span> How vague and potentially ominous. You doubt you're going to get anything else out of it so you pull out some of the fancy jewelry you have in your pocket and hold it out towards the screen.
"I think the dress is nice but these should help compliment it. What's a dress without some jewelry, hm-" Before you have time to say anything else, the jewelry is ripped right out of your hand. Some nasty, but superficial and numbed, scratches cover your hand. Thank god for the Sinsu.
The arms disappear behind the screen again as that same sickeningly moist sound echoes throughout the room. You and your allies stand there, slowly getting more and more grossed out at the sounds get louder and louder.
Then, something steps out from behind the screen. A pulsing mass of mismatched organs, flesh, and bone compressed into a roughly bipedal form slowly steps over to your group. At least ten different pairs of arms are aimlessly placed all over its torso. The very exposing dress and high heels somehow suppresses any disgust response from your group. Fancy rings are forced onto every ring finger of its many arms and a shiny necklace covers its 'neck'.
<span class="mu-s">"Don't I Look Like A Cityslicker? A Proper And Well Regarded One?"</span>
You, to your own shock, nod. So does Benjamin, Adam, and Max. The only one who doesn't seem to buy what's going on is Ashley but she holds her tongue.
<span class="mu-s">"I Must Say. <span class="mu-g">Your Assistance Deserves A Proper Reward.</span></span>" It coos.
