"We are going to explore more of the Association's dirty politics in the next video, so make sure to hit that subscribe button and stay tuned!" Mira yelled, winking directly at the camera lens before flashing a practised peace sign.
"Cut the feed for a second, Toby," the orange-haired girl said, her bubbly, high-pitched persona dropping the second chat vanished.
She crossed her arms, her neon jacket rustling loudly in the quiet basement, and looked Julien up and down with genuine scepticism.
"Look, the bunker bit is great for clickbait, but are you really sure you are up for this bet? My boyfriend is an A-Rank. He is not going to hold back just because you guys look like a bunch of stranded refugees."
The basement went quiet.
Chris stopped dusting his armour when Alice and Kiara slowly turned their heads back to the merchant.
"What bet?" Chris asked, his voice tight.
"Julien, what did you do?"
"I simply set up a marketing opportunity," Julien said, adjusting his collar.
