Does he really love you, Gura? I don’t believe it. How can he, if he knows you might be called away at any moment to somebody else? That makes him no better than filthy scum! Will he have the slightest respect for you? What have you in common with him? He’ll laugh at you and steal from you – that’s the extent of his love! You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t beat you! Ask him whether he’ll marry you. He’ll laugh in your face, if he doesn’t spit on you or knock you down – and yet perhaps he’s not worth a single ARS superchat himself. And what do you think you’ve ruined your life for? Simple infatuation and loneliness? You’ll be in debt to us chumbuds until the very end, till the time when we begin to be disgusted with you. And that time will soon come; don’t rely on your youth. In this place all that sort of thing is gone like the wind. You’ll be graduated like Rushia… and not simply graduated; long before that you’ll begin to be bullied and blamed and sworn at – just as if you hadn’t thrown away your health and youth and soul for fake love, but instead had ruined yourself, robbed yourself and reduced yourself to homobeggary. And don’t expect any support: the others, your myth crew, will attack you as well, to keep on the right side of the crowd, because everybody there is a slave, and long ago lost all conscience and pity. They are steeped in filth, and there is nothing on earth nasty, dirty, and offensive as their abuse. And you will have given up everything, everything, wholeheartedly – health, youth, beauty, hope – and at twenty-four you’ll look like thirty-nine, and you’ll be lucky if you are not a sick woman – pray to God you won’t be! I suppose you think now that you don’t have to work, it’s all one long holiday! But there is no harder and more back-breaking toil on earth, and never has been. In the end you wouldn't dare utter a word, not a syllable, when you are turned out of here; you’ll go as if it was all your fault. You’ll transfer yourself to another studio, and then to another, and somewhere else after that, and in the end you’ll come to Vshojo. And there you’ll be beaten up as a matter of course; that’s one of their charming habits; they don’t know how to show a guest she’s welcome except by beating her up.
