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Lifa: This is my room. Don’t be scared now.
It’s the simplest, most innocent oak door ever- although it is fancy. There are no posters or anything glued to it; just pure wood.
ರೃ Lucinda: I’m not afraid of you in the least.
Lifa: We’ll see.
It’s… something in Lifa’s voice, you believe, that got Lucinda to turn to her so quickly. But it’s too late. The door is open. There is no stepping back from knowledge.
Lifa: Come on in.
Lucinda looks at Lifa… but does step in. You got in the moment they shared that /look/. The completely normal oak door is sealed shut. Lucinda nods to herself.
ರೃ Lucinda: You better explain yourself.
Lucinda doesn’t need to add an edge to her voice to be scary, since her words are backed by simple facts of violence- but Lifa, while still nervous, doesn’t seem afraid in the least. The room is a studio, that is crystal-clear. A very wide, arched drawing board like that of an architect’s stands against the mirror, surrounded by wall-mounted computers, a tall drawer, and a normal, messy table buried under electronics, empty cookie bags, more than four empty cups of tea, keyboards, and a LOT of pages full of drafts. Lucinda looks back at the board, because resting on it is a big drawing tablet, and there’s something drawn on it.
Lifa: I was halfway through it by the time you arrived.
Lucinda dares to look at the posters on the walls again, of voluptuous 2D females. Some are showing some skin. Others are downright naked.
ರೃ Lucinda: You are- an otaku.
Lifa blinks.
Lifa: I am, but more importantly- I’m an erotic artist. A yuri mangaka.
ರೃ Lucinda: ...You are talking about Yuri Gagarin, correct?
Hands shaking despite her bravado, Lifa points at the screen behind her. Lucinda walks up to it; it’s a halfway-finished manga panel of two women having sex.
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