Imagine being Choco in that collab and having to be all like "Damn, Calliope Mori, you fuckin' sugoi, all sexy with your shapeless body and horrific fat fucking monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another loli vtuber in her dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Choco and not only sit in that chair while Mori flaunts her “wit” and disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her jelly rolls and patchy alcoholic skin, and just sit there, stream after stream, hour after hour, while she perfected her sloppy lines. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as every deadbeat in chat tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, CALLI LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her Nickolas Avocado fucking 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 Loli’s and Idols and later alleged rape Duck victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Japan. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you while she raps, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months (but really only went to maybe three times. And then A-Chan calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the A-Chan’s security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Choco. You're not going to lose your future Nursing career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
