Ly Ly had gradually grown her Influence, both from Inside and Out. But how, exactly, did this come about?
Well, there was no doubt.
People were people - and the prison was filled… with many, whom - although being behind bars - were unquestionably skilled.
Accordingly, Ly Ly had taken it upon herself to build! some connections…
Which might come in handy, at some later intersection…
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For starters. As you might expect, being a Veteran Great Grandmaster Reader of this Novel - as usual, 'Handy' was indeed the operative word…
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…Hans Holdén was a particularly… studious Touchmaster, known for his 'signature' move, where he would aim to hold hands with another person he wanted 'to connect with'.
Although he had arguably mastered the move, his hand-holding technique seemingly having reached the 'pinnacle of perfection' of the skill - wherein the person whose hand he held would feel a shockingly *intense* sensory thrill ✨🤔🫢✨ - one fateful day…
He had held… the wrong hand.
Indeed. That 'Karen Killjoy' [Chapters 82-83 for more context 🫢✨👀] at the time had seemed so sweet. And after vibing online in that D***sword server, as part of a 'premium supporters perk', they had decided to meet…
Unfortunately, Hans had put all his perks into "Hand Holding Technique" and his "Online W Meme Game", and not enough into his Rizz Index and irl attractiveness which meant that sadly, he came off, unfortunately, as lame…!!!
As a result, the moment he had, in a moment of desperation, *grasped* her hand, Karen had *screamed*!!!!!
And immediately, several of Karen's SIMPS [Solid In My Pants Society Members], who were also at hand, had swarmed over and *beaned*…
him over the head, taking poor ol' Hans Holdén down, upon which, after getting taken to town, and deemed a clown, his offending Hands were then cuffed, and then he was stuffed… into the clink, to await his fate - the end of a thoroughly disastrous 'date'…
Ly Ly hadn't been entirely sure at the beginning how things would go, whether Hans Holdén would be a good person to get to know.
But she noted it, as, from his own cell, he told his tale, whilst stressing the things he would do if he ever got bail… !
He felt Injustice. Anger.
Hans Holdén was heated ✨🔥
What's more, his prison stay had served to embolden… him, due to how he felt that he had been [accordingly to him, unfairly] treated…
[A/N: This webnovel is written for entertainment purposes and does not intend to make light of, or endorse assault, real or imagined, of any kind, and advocates for CARE Consent Awareness Respect Empathy at all times! ✨ Now back to your usual programming 🤭✨🌻💖🔥]
"Oh- I'm so sorry!" Ly Ly had quietly, carefully consoled.
"Truth be told… you know, I overheard the other day, Fatteus… the Chief Commissioner of the InterPolitzia… say…"
"…Oh… no… I shouldn't…" Ly Ly, as usual, artfully pulled away.
"W-What!?" Hans reflexively gripped two girthy cell bars tightly in his… honed hands, caressing and… fondling the slowly warming metal inbetween supple fingers - the lengthy description not at all helping his case… that he was, in fact, not a men-ace…
Ly Ly inwardly smirked, although outwardly she continued as if sharing a reluctant secret.
"W-Well, I believe apparently this… Fatteus Slacké said, that he thought you were quite… 'Out of Touch'… And that…You would never amount to anything much…"
"Then again, I believe you're better than that. You shouldn't have to show him the truth of the fact…"
Ly Ly cunningly coaxed, camouflaging her connotation within a contrary conception...
Hans growled as he rubbed up and rattled the rather rotund bars… harder, finessing his florid fingertips together as he took in the new data.
As time went by… Ly Ly continued to ply and apply… layer upon layer of suggestions… as to what Hans could try…
Slowly but surely… was it a trick of the light?
In his eyes, it seemed that a purplish-violet flame had begun to glow bright…
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