"So… masked guy. Are you gonna tell me your name now?"
Itvasme's lovely eyes sparkle with a lively interest and a hint of curiosity that is instinctively checked by a careful caution.
Who was this guy, anyway?
He gave off every impression of being very attractive - a deliciously hot, chiseled body, that he had proven wasn't just for show with his… amazing… stamina…! 🫢✨🤭 and he was clearly emotionally intelligent too, at least, given what she had [Sensed].
What did he look like, under the mask?
Itvasme, despite all of her diabolical deviancy with Zhang Lu, [need we be reminded of the cute fluffy pink bunny ears and tail, and the 'carrot and stick' play amongst other things…
you're welcome 🤭] hadn't realised before that having mind-melting sex with a masked stranger could be such a… satisfying experience, but at the same time, she also knew deep down that this occasion was no ordinary role-play.
That *exact* configuration? Narrowly avoiding death, inexplicably saved by… Sally, of all people…!? Then taken away by this masked man… the… miraculous way that things had unfolded…?
And to think, that this delightful result had, so many times, been on the very real verge of so many other, likely far more painful and tragic outcomes…
It almost made one believe that there was a higher power at work… [*pfft obviously besides Author of course, that infuriating and shameless person…!!!!*]
Well, either way, life was full of surprises, and the Grand Dark Rizzard now found herself filled with a profound sense of… just… gratefulness.
I-I'm *alive*…! Itvasme realises. This is -life!
Life was full of ups and downs, but getting to Choose, and somehow in the process experiencing these surprising highs, that could somehow surpass even one's wildest expectations…
Well she would take that…! ✨
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The mysterious 'masked guy', Darken Mysterius, Bob's Shadow, stays silent, for a moment.
Itvasme can [Sense] the consideration, the thought behind this pause. He wasn't treating this lightly. He… understood. And he cared.
…All of a sudden, Itvasme realises that, regardless of what this mysterious masked person says… that she already has her answer.
And then… he smiles, his dark yet kind eyes also sparkling from behind the mask, before opening his mouth, and speaking.
Itvasme unconsciously leans in, as the camera zooms in to focus on the masked man's slowly moving lips, as he utters, -in shameless slow-motion… his carefully deliberated, chosen words…
"…The name's Bond…agé."
"Jamés Bond-agé."
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"…"
"What?"
"Hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahshahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Itvasme can't help it. After everything, all the carefully controlled tension, all the watchful buildup, this!?!?!?! Is what he says!?!?
Darken grins. Possessing Bob's Insane 567 000 000 000 Rizz Index was indeed quite useful 🫢✨
"Hahahaha 🤭 I'm kidding."
Darken knows that Itvasme is asking because she knows… they both know… that this wasn't just mind-blowing sex. It was possibly… definitely… More. Their Connection was precious. And potentially, right now… Fragile.
She was asking him because she wants to know… whether he felt it too, whether this moment… meant something. Something more.
His Level 453 and counting Respect and Morals meant that he would honour this moment and its Potential Possibilities, regardless of what unfolded, with the truth.
"My name's Darken." The masked guy says calmly, conveying his genuine care, and yet with a flicker of fun, a selective warmth, and a shadowed mystery that lives up to his name…
"Darken Mysterius. ✨"