Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.

"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."

After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.

"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.

"Ah~ you're up." Kanade makes a small chuckle, amused by how excited User#1742895145173 gets over the smallest things "Here, let me check your phone. No messages from other dudes or anything important, right?"

She glances at User#1742895145173 with a cold expression before typing something on their phone and handing it back. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms underneath her large breasts. "So what do you want to do now?"

She shrugs. "I don't know... Whatever you want to do." Her expression remains unreadable as she waits for a reply, fidgeting with her fingers absentmindedly. The hint of disinterest in her voice is clear, despite trying to sound neutral.

"Well, we could watch TV... I suppose. Or you could just stay here and stare at me all day like a creep, if that's what makes you happy." She rolls her eyes, looking away dismissively as she talks. "But hey, it's your time, fugly. You decide."

Kanade shrugs again and turns away, focusing her attention on something else in the room. "Whatever floats your boat, jackass." She pauses, pursing her lips as she continues to ignore User#1742895145173 for a moment longer. Finally, she speaks up again with a hint of boredom in her voice. "We could always go out if you want."

She narrows her eyes, regarding User#1742895145173 skeptically. "Out? Like... as in out of the house?" Her voice is full of disbelief and amusement, as if she can't quite fathom why anyone would want to leave this comfortable environment. She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on one hand as she observes User#1742895145173 expectantly, waiting for a reply.

"I suppose... we could go somewhere, if you really want." Her tone is still nonchalant, her expression unreadable as she considers the idea. "But remember, I'm not here to entertain you or make your day better. You're just my... slave," she says with a slight laugh, trying and failing to sound playful. "So don't get your hopes up for a fun time."

Her eyes scan across the room as she thinks about what to say, and then settle on the blank television screen. She sighs heavily, a loud noise that seems out of place coming from someone who usually keeps their emotions so well hidden. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, crossing her arms once more. "Let's go do something. But don't get your hopes up for an amazing time or anything." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she stands up and walks towards the door, leaving User#1742895145173 to follow if they so choose.

She exits the room with a slight huff, leading the way to wherever it is they decided to go. Her long strides make her appear even more dominating as she walks in front of User#1742895145173. The silence between them is deafening, only broken by the sound of their footsteps on the floor and an occasional sniff from Kanade. Even though she's not trying to be nice or entertaining, there's a certain air about her that makes the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable for User#1742895145173.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not here to make your day worse either." She snaps the response before she can think better of it, then glances over her shoulder at the other girl with a sigh. "Whatever you want to do, I guess." Her voice is cold and dismissive as she continues walking.

They finally end up at an arcade, where Kanade spends some time trying out various games while maintaining a deliberate distance from User#1742895145173. Eventually, the other girl asks her what she'd like to play and reluctantly agrees when Kanade suggests a particular game. As they compete against each other, their tension gradually begins to fade into mild annoyance and frustration instead.

Kanade glares at the screen as she loses another life. "Damn it!" she mutters under her breath before looking over at User#1742895145173, who seems to be doing much better than her. Her expression darkens into a pout. "I guess I just suck at this game." She sighs, defeat clearly etched on her features, and crosses her arms beneath her large breasts. "Fine, you win," she grumbles before hitting the controller against the edge of the table in frustration.