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Imagine being Arven in that game and having to be all like "damn, Juliana, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your bony body and generic androgynous anime face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another genki Latina in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Arven and not only sit in that chair while Juliana flaunts her emaciated body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her boring design and rectangular body, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that picnic cutscene. Not only having to tolerate her soulless fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's GOT NATURAL TALENT and DAMN, JULIANA LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her toddler fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of hackers and champions and later alleged artificial intelligences for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of Poco Path in Paldea. You've never even seen anything this fucking plain before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her minuscule stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "unpretentious (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with gym leaders in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could defeat every single trainer in this room before the studio security could bring you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Arven. You're not going to lose your future cooking career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.