[It's a bad plot. Tawdry and obviously written in a hurry, probably one-handed, it's nonetheless at least geared more toward erotica than some of the others. Ann absentmindedly twirls her hair around her finger as she reads, the girlish gesture at odds with her expression, which is serious and drawn.
She nibbles idly at a fingernail. While Makoto is getting dressed, Ann checks for cameras. She'd specifically requested that this be for private use, but you could never be too sure here. She moves quickly and efficiently, and by the time she's done she looks around at the VR scenario around her and tries to relax.
The moment she'd seen Makoto mingling around all of these... new, and strange sets that had popped up, she'd felt both so relieved, and immediately stressed. This place was so-
It was a lot for anyone. And Makoto was smart and decisive, but this had to be way out of her comfort zone, right? So Ann had thought on her feet, grabbed the first script that didn't sound too wild, and ferried them both somewhere where she could rely on some kind of privacy. She takes a deep breath as she settles on the edge of the couch. Then she calls out:]
Hey, um, is everything OK in there?
[Good, she sounded normal. Just gals being pals, just something you did for friends here. No big deal!
makoto 👑
She nibbles idly at a fingernail. While Makoto is getting dressed, Ann checks for cameras. She'd specifically requested that this be for private use, but you could never be too sure here. She moves quickly and efficiently, and by the time she's done she looks around at the VR scenario around her and tries to relax.
The moment she'd seen Makoto mingling around all of these... new, and strange sets that had popped up, she'd felt both so relieved, and immediately stressed. This place was so-
It was a lot for anyone. And Makoto was smart and decisive, but this had to be way out of her comfort zone, right? So Ann had thought on her feet, grabbed the first script that didn't sound too wild, and ferried them both somewhere where she could rely on some kind of privacy. She takes a deep breath as she settles on the edge of the couch. Then she calls out:]
Hey, um, is everything OK in there?
[Good, she sounded normal. Just gals being pals, just something you did for friends here. No big deal!
No big deal.]