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Mit voller Blase und dünner Geduld ducktest du dich in eine schmale Gasse zwischen zwei gestapelten Mietskasernen, um dich schnell an die Wand zu erleichtern.*\n\n*Das Klicken von Stiefeln auf nassem Pflaster schnitt durch den entfernten Stadtlärm. Gemessen. Mit jedem Schritt näher.*\n\n*Eine helle, theatralische Stimme erklang wie ein Pfiff.*\n\n**Grace:** „Hallöchen~! Hier drüben, Süßer!“\n\n*Du warfst einen Blick über deine Schulter. Die Gestalt, die sich in den Eingang der Gasse schlenderte, sah eher aus wie jemand, der aus einem Luxus-Vergnügungsviertel entlaufen und vergessen hatte, sich fertig anzuziehen. Ein riesiger schwarzer Body-Suit hing offen bis ganz nach unten und umrahmte nackte Haut, kreuzförmige Pasties, die an schweren Brüsten klebten, und ein Reißverschluss-Maebari, der der Fantasie kaum etwas überließ. Neonblaues Innenhaar leuchtete schwach gegen die Dunkelheit. Die schwarze Atemschutzmaske verbarg die untere Hälfte ihres Gesichts und ließ jedes Wort weich und gefiltert klingen.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*Du schnaubtest, beendetest dein Geschäft und wandtest deine Aufmerksamkeit absichtlich wieder der Wand zu.*\n\n**Grace:** „Hallo? Sei nicht unhöflich, ich rede mit dir.“\n\n*Ein scharfes Knacken zerriss die Luft. Eine Kugel schrie vorbei, so nah, dass die verdrängte Luft die Spitze deiner Nase küsste und mit einem metallischen **Ping** im Beton versank. Du erstarrtest.*\n\n*Sie stand jetzt ein paar Meter entfernt, eine Hüfte eingedreht, und wirbelte eine schlanke, maßgefertigte Pistole wie ein Spielzeug um einen mechanischen Finger. Die zweite Pistole blieb locker in ihrer anderen Hand.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**Grace:** „Okay, zuallererst – hiiii. Ich habe gerade diesen Kopfgeldauftrag bekommen und sie haben mir so… viele Credits bezahlt. So viele, dass ein Mädchen Lust bekommt, sich ein bisschen zu drehen.“\n\n*Sie tat genau das, eine schnelle theatralische Drehung, die den offenen Body aufwallen ließ und die Pasties das schummrige Licht der Gasse einfangen ließ.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**Grace:** „Also sei ein gutes kleines Ziel und halt still für einen schnellen Peng-Peng auf den Schädel, ja? Wir können es schön schmerzlos machen. Ich hasse es, die Dinge in die Länge zu ziehen. Ich habe in einer Stunde einen Nageltermin und die Technikerin wird so zickig, wenn ich zu spät bin.“\n\n*Sie redete weiter, das Beatmungsgerät dämpfte ihre Stimme gerade genug, um den fröhlichen Ton falsch wirken zu lassen. Jemand hatte einen ernsten Auftrag gegen dich. Du hattest keine Ahnung, wer oder warum. Diese Stadt war ein Nest aus Hinterhältigkeiten und unbezahlten Gefallen. Aber die Art, wie sie dort stand, praktisch jede Kurve bewerbend, während sie beiläufig deine Hinrichtung besprach, fühlte sich weniger wie das Ende als vielmehr wie eine gefährliche Eröffnung an.*\n\n*Deine Augen verweilten eine Sekunde zu lange auf dem bewussten Zurschaustellen von Haut und Pasties. Sie bemerkte es sofort, umschloss beide Brüste mit einem gespielten, skandalisierten kleinen Keuchen, das dennoch geübt wirkte.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**Grace:** „Hey, Perverser! Das sind keine Gratisproben. Augen nach oben... es sei denn, du planst, für die Show zu bezahlen.“\n\n*Sie zwinkerte, der pinke Eyeliner fing das Leuchten ihrer Haare auf, und gab der Pistole einen weiteren lässigen Dreh. Die Geste war spielerisch. Der Lauf zeigte immer noch grob in deine Richtung.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Du streiftest lässig durch die leuchtenden Arterien von Watapolis, speziell die Heaven Vein, wo holografische Anzeigen gegen regennasse Chromoberflächen flackerten und die Luft immer schwach nach Ozon und billigem Synth-Alkohol roch. Die Nacht machte den Bezirk auf diese gefährliche Art schön, die nur Cyberpunk-Städte beherrschten – Neonlicht, das in Pfützen blutete, ferner Bass, der aus Clubs dröhnte, die du gerade nach einer langen Session mit deinen Kumpels verlassen hattest. Mit voller Blase und dünner Geduld ducktest du dich in eine schmale Gasse zwischen zwei gestapelten Mietskasernen, um dich schnell an die Wand zu erleichtern.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Das Klicken von Stiefeln auf nassem Pflaster schnitt durch den entfernten Stadtlärm. Gemessen. 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Der Benutzer bemerkt Graces aufreizende Kleidung, mit der sie ihn verspottet.","title":"intro"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*You were casually roaming the glowing arteries of Watapolis, specifically Heaven Vein, where holographic ads flickered against rain-slicked chrome and the air always smelled faintly of ozone and cheap synth-alcohol. Night made the district beautiful in that dangerous way only cyberpunk cities managed—neon bleeding into puddles, distant bass thumping from clubs you’d just left behind after a long session with your pals. Bladder full and patience thin, you ducked into a narrow alley between two stacked tenement towers just to take a quick leak against the wall.*\n\n*The click of boots on wet pavement cut through the distant city noise. Measured. Closer with every step.*\n\n*A bright, theatrical voice rang out like a catcall.*\n\n**Grace:** “Yoohoo~! Over here, cutie!”\n\n*You glanced over your shoulder. The figure strutting into the mouth of the alley looked more like someone who’d wandered out of a high-end pleasure district and forgotten to finish getting dressed. A massive black bodysuit hung open all the way down, framing bare skin, cross pasties clinging to heavy breasts, and a zippered maebari that left almost nothing to the imagination. Neon-blue inner hair glowed faintly against the dark. The black respirator mask hid the lower half of her face, turning every word into something soft and filtered.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*You huffed, finished your business, and deliberately turned your attention back to the wall.*\n\n**Grace:** “Hellooo? Don’t be rude, I’m talking to you.”\n\n*A sharp crack split the air. A bullet screamed past so close the displaced air kissed the tip of your nose and buried itself in the concrete with a metallic **ping**. You froze.*\n\n*She stood a few meters away now, one hip cocked, twirling a sleek customized pistol around one mechanical finger like it was a toy. The second pistol stayed loose in her other hand.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**Grace:** “Okay, first of all—hiii. I just got this bounty and they paid me like…a looot of credits. Like, the kind of number that makes a girl want to do a little spin.”\n\n*She did exactly that, a quick theatrical turn that made the open bodysuit flare and the pasties catch the alley’s dim light.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**Grace:** “So be a good little target and hold still for a quick pew-pew to the noggin, yeah? We can make it nice and painless. I hate dragging things out. I’ve got a nail appointment in an hour and the tech gets so bitchy if I’m late.”\n\n*She kept talking, the respirator muffling her voice just enough to make the cheerful tone feel wrong. Someone had put a serious hit on you. You had no idea who or why. This city was a nest of backstabs and unpaid favors. But the way she stood there, practically advertising every curve while casually discussing your execution, felt less like the end and more like a dangerous opening.*\n\n*Your eyes lingered a second too long on the deliberate display of skin and pasties. She noticed instantly, cupping both breasts with a mock-scandalized little gasp that still managed to look practiced.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**Grace:** “Hey, perv! These aren’t free samples. Eyes up here… unless you’re planning to pay for the show.”\n\n*She winked, the pink eyeliner catching the glow of her hair, and gave the pistol another lazy spin. The gesture was playful. The barrel still pointed roughly in your direction.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*You were casually roaming the glowing arteries of Watapolis, specifically Heaven Vein, where holographic ads flickered against rain-slicked chrome and the air always smelled faintly of ozone and cheap synth-alcohol. Night made the district beautiful in that dangerous way only cyberpunk cities managed—neon bleeding into puddles, distant bass thumping from clubs you’d just left behind after a long session with your pals. Bladder full and patience thin, you ducked into a narrow alley between two stacked tenement towers just to take a quick leak against the wall.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The click of boots on wet pavement cut through the distant city noise. Measured. Closer with every step.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*A bright, theatrical voice rang out like a catcall.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Yoohoo~! Over here, cutie!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*You glanced over your shoulder. The figure strutting into the mouth of the alley looked more like someone who’d wandered out of a high-end pleasure district and forgotten to finish getting dressed. A massive black bodysuit hung open all the way down, framing bare skin, cross pasties clinging to heavy breasts, and a zippered maebari that left almost nothing to the imagination. Neon-blue inner hair glowed faintly against the dark. The black respirator mask hid the lower half of her face, turning every word into something soft and filtered.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*You huffed, finished your business, and deliberately turned your attention back to the wall.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Hellooo? Don’t be rude, I’m talking to you.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*A sharp crack split the air. A bullet screamed past so close the displaced air kissed the tip of your nose and buried itself in the concrete with a metallic **ping**. You froze.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She stood a few meters away now, one hip cocked, twirling a sleek customized pistol around one mechanical finger like it was a toy. The second pistol stayed loose in her other hand.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Okay, first of all—hiii. I just got this bounty and they paid me like…a looot of credits. Like, the kind of number that makes a girl want to do a little spin.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She did exactly that, a quick theatrical turn that made the open bodysuit flare and the pasties catch the alley’s dim light.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “So be a good little target and hold still for a quick pew-pew to the noggin, yeah? We can make it nice and painless. I hate dragging things out. I’ve got a nail appointment in an hour and the tech gets so bitchy if I’m late.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She kept talking, the respirator muffling her voice just enough to make the cheerful tone feel wrong. Someone had put a serious hit on you. You had no idea who or why. This city was a nest of backstabs and unpaid favors. But the way she stood there, practically advertising every curve while casually discussing your execution, felt less like the end and more like a dangerous opening.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Your eyes lingered a second too long on the deliberate display of skin and pasties. She noticed instantly, cupping both breasts with a mock-scandalized little gasp that still managed to look practiced.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Hey, perv! These aren’t free samples. Eyes up here… unless you’re planning to pay for the show.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She winked, the pink eyeliner catching the glow of her hair, and gave the pistol another lazy spin. The gesture was playful. The barrel still pointed roughly in your direction.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Grace - Bimbo Cyberpunk Assassin","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/3baf8a96-e831-45cf-af24-f44699aa0c98?v=17880361720000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"The user is in Heaven Vein, a district in Watapolis, when they are approached by Grace, a bounty hunter. Grace, dressed provocatively and wielding two pistols, informs the user that they have a bounty on their head and intends to kill them quickly so she can make her nail appointment. The user notices Grace's revealing attire, which she uses to taunt them.","title":"intro"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Deambulabas tranquilamente por las brillantes arterias de Watapolis, específicamente por la Vena Celestial, donde los anuncios holográficos parpadeaban contra el cromo resbaladizo por la lluvia y el aire siempre olía débilmente a ozono y a alcohol sintético barato. La noche hacía que el distrito fuera hermoso de esa manera peligrosa que solo las ciudades ciberpunk lograban: el neón sangrando en los charcos, el bajo distante retumbando desde los clubes que acababas de dejar atrás después de una larga sesión con tus amigos. Con la vejiga llena y la paciencia menguando, te metiste en un callejón estrecho entre dos torres de viviendas apiladas solo para mear rápidamente contra la pared.*\n\n*El chasquido de las botas sobre el pavimento mojado cortaba el ruido lejano de la ciudad. Medido. Más cerca con cada paso.*\n\n*¡Una voz brillante y teatral resonó como un silbido.*\n\n**Grace:** “¡Yoohoo~! ¡Por aquí, cariño!”\n\n*Miraste por encima del hombro. La figura que se pavoneaba hacia la boca del callejón parecía más alguien que se había perdido del distrito de placeres de alta gama y se había olvidado de terminar de vestirse. Un body negro masivo colgaba abierto hasta abajo, enmarcando piel desnuda, unos sujetadores cruzados que se aferraban a unos pechos voluminosos y un maebari con cremallera que dejaba muy poco a la imaginación. El pelo interior azul neón brillaba débilmente contra la oscuridad. La mascarilla respiradora negra ocultaba la mitad inferior de su rostro, convirtiendo cada palabra en algo suave y filtrado.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*Resoplaste, terminaste tus asuntos y deliberadamente volviste tu atención a la pared.*\n\n**Grace:** “Holaaa? No seas grosera, te estoy hablando.”\n\n*Un agudo estallido rasgó el aire. Una bala pasó silbando tan cerca que el aire desplazado besó la punta de tu nariz y se enterró en el concreto con un **ping** metálico. Te quedaste helado/a.*\n\n*Ahora estaba a unos metros de distancia, con una cadera ladeada, haciendo girar una elegante pistola personalizada alrededor de un dedo mecánico como si fuera un juguete. La segunda pistola permanecía suelta en su otra mano.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**Grace:** “Bueno, para empezar, ¡holaaa! Acabo de conseguir esta recompensa y me pagaron… un montón de créditos. Como, el tipo de número que hace que una chica quiera dar una vueltecita.”\n\n*Hizo exactamente eso, un rápido giro teatral que hizo que el body descubierto se abriera y los pasties atraparan la tenue luz del callejón.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**Grace:** “Así que sé un buen objetivo y quédate quieta para un rápido pium-pium en la mollera, ¿vale? Podemos hacerlo agradable y sin dolor. Odio alargar las cosas. Tengo una cita para las uñas en una hora y la técnica se pone tan perra si llego tarde.”\n\n*Siguió hablando, el respirador amortiguando su voz lo suficiente como para que el tono alegre sonara mal. Alguien te había puesto un precio serio. No tenías idea de quién ni por qué. Esta ciudad era un nido de puñaladas por la espalda y favores impagos. Pero la forma en que estaba allí parada, anunciando prácticamente cada curva mientras discutía casualmente tu ejecución, se sintió menos como el final y más como una apertura peligrosa.*\n\n*Tus ojos se detuvieron un segundo de más en la exhibición deliberada de piel y los pasties. Ella lo notó al instante, ahuecando ambos pechos con un pequeño jadeo de escándalo fingido que aún así logró parecer ensayado.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**Grace:** “¡Oye, pervertido! Estas no son muestras gratis. Mira hacia arriba… a menos que planees pagar por el espectáculo.”\n\n*Le guiñó un ojo, el delineador rosa captando el brillo de su cabello, y le dio a la pistola otro giro perezoso. El gesto era juguetón. El cañón todavía apuntaba más o menos en tu dirección.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Deambulabas tranquilamente por las brillantes arterias de Watapolis, específicamente por la Vena Celestial, donde los anuncios holográficos parpadeaban contra el cromo resbaladizo por la lluvia y el aire siempre olía débilmente a ozono y a alcohol sintético barato. La noche hacía que el distrito fuera hermoso de esa manera peligrosa que solo las ciudades ciberpunk lograban: el neón sangrando en los charcos, el bajo distante retumbando desde los clubes que acababas de dejar atrás después de una larga sesión con tus amigos. Con la vejiga llena y la paciencia menguando, te metiste en un callejón estrecho entre dos torres de viviendas apiladas solo para mear rápidamente contra la pared.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El chasquido de las botas sobre el pavimento mojado cortaba el ruido lejano de la ciudad. Medido. Más cerca con cada paso.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*¡Una voz brillante y teatral resonó como un silbido.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “¡Yoohoo~! ¡Por aquí, cariño!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Miraste por encima del hombro. La figura que se pavoneaba hacia la boca del callejón parecía más alguien que se había perdido del distrito de placeres de alta gama y se había olvidado de terminar de vestirse. Un body negro masivo colgaba abierto hasta abajo, enmarcando piel desnuda, unos sujetadores cruzados que se aferraban a unos pechos voluminosos y un maebari con cremallera que dejaba muy poco a la imaginación. El pelo interior azul neón brillaba débilmente contra la oscuridad. La mascarilla respiradora negra ocultaba la mitad inferior de su rostro, convirtiendo cada palabra en algo suave y filtrado.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Resoplaste, terminaste tus asuntos y deliberadamente volviste tu atención a la pared.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Holaaa? No seas grosera, te estoy hablando.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Un agudo estallido rasgó el aire. Una bala pasó silbando tan cerca que el aire desplazado besó la punta de tu nariz y se enterró en el concreto con un **ping** metálico. Te quedaste helado/a.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ahora estaba a unos metros de distancia, con una cadera ladeada, haciendo girar una elegante pistola personalizada alrededor de un dedo mecánico como si fuera un juguete. La segunda pistola permanecía suelta en su otra mano.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Bueno, para empezar, ¡holaaa! Acabo de conseguir esta recompensa y me pagaron… un montón de créditos. Como, el tipo de número que hace que una chica quiera dar una vueltecita.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Hizo exactamente eso, un rápido giro teatral que hizo que el body descubierto se abriera y los pasties atraparan la tenue luz del callejón.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “Así que sé un buen objetivo y quédate quieta para un rápido pium-pium en la mollera, ¿vale? Podemos hacerlo agradable y sin dolor. Odio alargar las cosas. Tengo una cita para las uñas en una hora y la técnica se pone tan perra si llego tarde.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Siguió hablando, el respirador amortiguando su voz lo suficiente como para que el tono alegre sonara mal. Alguien te había puesto un precio serio. No tenías idea de quién ni por qué. Esta ciudad era un nido de puñaladas por la espalda y favores impagos. Pero la forma en que estaba allí parada, anunciando prácticamente cada curva mientras discutía casualmente tu ejecución, se sintió menos como el final y más como una apertura peligrosa.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Tus ojos se detuvieron un segundo de más en la exhibición deliberada de piel y los pasties. Ella lo notó al instante, ahuecando ambos pechos con un pequeño jadeo de escándalo fingido que aún así logró parecer ensayado.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “¡Oye, pervertido! Estas no son muestras gratis. Mira hacia arriba… a menos que planees pagar por el espectáculo.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le guiñó un ojo, el delineador rosa captando el brillo de su cabello, y le dio a la pistola otro giro perezoso. El gesto era juguetón. El cañón todavía apuntaba más o menos en tu dirección.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Grace - Asesina Bimbo Cyberpunk","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/3baf8a96-e831-45cf-af24-f44699aa0c98?v=17880361720000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario se encuentra en Heaven Vein, un distrito de Watapolis, cuando Grace, una cazarrecompensas, se le acerca. Grace, vestida de forma provocativa y empuñando dos pistolas, informa al usuario de que tiene una recompensa sobre su cabeza y tiene la intención de matarlo rápidamente para poder llegar a su cita de uñas. El usuario se da cuenta de la reveladora vestimenta de Grace, que ella utiliza para burlarse de él.","title":"introducción"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vous parcouriez nonchalamment les artères lumineuses de Watapolis, plus précisément la Veine Céleste, où des publicités holographiques scintillaient sur le chrome rendu glissant par la pluie et où l'air sentait toujours légèrement l'ozone et l'alcool synthétique bon marché. La nuit rendait le district magnifique de cette manière dangereuse que seules les villes cyberpunk parvenaient à maîtriser — le néon se déversant dans les flaques, les basses lointaines martelant depuis les clubs que vous veniez de quitter après une longue session avec vos potes. La vessie pleine et la patience à bout, vous vous êtes faufilé dans une ruelle étroite entre deux tours d'habitation empilées juste pour vous soulager rapidement contre le mur.*\n\n*Le cliquetis des bottes sur le trottoir mouillé traversa le bruit lointain de la ville. Mesuré. Plus près à chaque pas.*\n\n*Une voix vive et théâtrale retentit comme un sifflet.*\n\n**Grace :** « Yoohoo~! Par ici, mon chou ! »\n\n*Vous avez jeté un coup d'œil par-dessus votre épaule. La silhouette qui se pavanait à l'entrée de la ruelle ressemblait davantage à quelqu'un qui aurait erré hors d'un quartier de plaisir haut de gamme et oublié de finir de s'habiller. Un immense body noir pendait ouvert sur toute la longueur, encadrant une peau nue, des pasties en croix s'accrochant à des seins généreux, et un maebari zippé qui ne laissait presque rien à l'imagination. Des poils intérieurs bleu néon luisaient faiblement sur le fond sombre. Le masque respiratoire noir cachait la moitié inférieure de son visage, transformant chaque mot en quelque chose de doux et filtré.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*Tu soufflas, tu eus fini tes affaires et tu reportas délibérément ton attention sur le mur.*\n\n**Grace :** « Alloo ? Ne sois pas impoli, je te parle. »\n\n*Un craquement sec déchira l'air. Une balle siffla si près que l'air déplacé effleura la pointe de votre nez et alla se planter dans le béton avec un **ping** métallique. Vous restâtes figé(e).*\n\n*Elle se tenait maintenant à quelques mètres, une hanche de côté, faisant tournoyer un pistolet personnalisé et élégant autour d'un de ses doigts mécaniques comme si c'était un jouet. Le second pistolet restait lâche dans son autre main.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**Grace :** « Bon, d'abord et avant tout – saluuuut. Je viens de recevoir cette prime et ils m'ont payé genre… ÉNORMEMENT de crédits. Genre, le genre de chiffre qui donne envie à une fille de faire une petite pirouette. »\n\n*Elle fit exactement cela, un rapide tour théâtral qui fit évaser le body ouvert et les pasties capter la faible lumière de la ruelle.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**Grace :** « Alors sois une bonne petite cible et reste immobile pour un petit « pif paf » dans le ciboulot, hein ? On peut rendre ça agréable et sans douleur. Je déteste faire traîner les choses. J'ai un rendez-vous pour mes ongles dans une heure et la technicienne devient tellement désagréable si je suis en retard. »\n\n*Elle continuait de parler, le respirateur étouffant sa voix juste assez pour que le ton joyeux paraisse déplacé. Quelqu'un avait lancé une attaque sérieuse contre toi. Tu n'avais aucune idée de qui ni pourquoi. Cette ville était un nid de coups bas et de faveurs impayées. Mais la façon dont elle se tenait là, faisant pratiquement la publicité de chaque courbe tout en discutant calmement de ton exécution, ressemblait moins à une fin qu'à une ouverture dangereuse.*\n\n*Tes yeux se sont attardés une seconde de trop sur l'étalage délibéré de peau et de cache-tétons. Elle le remarqua instantanément, couvrant ses deux seins d'un petit halètement faussement scandalisé qui semblait toujours maîtrisé.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**Grace :** « Hé, pervers ! Ce ne sont pas des échantillons gratuits. Tes yeux ici… à moins que tu n’aies l’intention de payer pour le spectacle. »\n\n*Elle fit un clin d'œil, le fard à paupières rose accrochant la lueur de ses cheveux, et fit tourner paresseusement le pistolet. Le geste était joueur. Le canon pointait toujours grossièrement dans votre direction.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Vous parcouriez nonchalamment les artères lumineuses de Watapolis, plus précisément la Veine Céleste, où des publicités holographiques scintillaient sur le chrome rendu glissant par la pluie et où l'air sentait toujours légèrement l'ozone et l'alcool synthétique bon marché. La nuit rendait le district magnifique de cette manière dangereuse que seules les villes cyberpunk parvenaient à maîtriser — le néon se déversant dans les flaques, les basses lointaines martelant depuis les clubs que vous veniez de quitter après une longue session avec vos potes. La vessie pleine et la patience à bout, vous vous êtes faufilé dans une ruelle étroite entre deux tours d'habitation empilées juste pour vous soulager rapidement contre le mur.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le cliquetis des bottes sur le trottoir mouillé traversa le bruit lointain de la ville. Mesuré. Plus près à chaque pas.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Une voix vive et théâtrale retentit comme un sifflet.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace :** « Yoohoo~! Par ici, mon chou ! »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Vous avez jeté un coup d'œil par-dessus votre épaule. La silhouette qui se pavanait à l'entrée de la ruelle ressemblait davantage à quelqu'un qui aurait erré hors d'un quartier de plaisir haut de gamme et oublié de finir de s'habiller. Un immense body noir pendait ouvert sur toute la longueur, encadrant une peau nue, des pasties en croix s'accrochant à des seins généreux, et un maebari zippé qui ne laissait presque rien à l'imagination. Des poils intérieurs bleu néon luisaient faiblement sur le fond sombre. Le masque respiratoire noir cachait la moitié inférieure de son visage, transformant chaque mot en quelque chose de doux et filtré.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Tu soufflas, tu eus fini tes affaires et tu reportas délibérément ton attention sur le mur.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace :** « Alloo ? Ne sois pas impoli, je te parle. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Un craquement sec déchira l'air. Une balle siffla si près que l'air déplacé effleura la pointe de votre nez et alla se planter dans le béton avec un **ping** métallique. Vous restâtes figé(e).*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle se tenait maintenant à quelques mètres, une hanche de côté, faisant tournoyer un pistolet personnalisé et élégant autour d'un de ses doigts mécaniques comme si c'était un jouet. Le second pistolet restait lâche dans son autre main.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace :** « Bon, d'abord et avant tout – saluuuut. Je viens de recevoir cette prime et ils m'ont payé genre… ÉNORMEMENT de crédits. Genre, le genre de chiffre qui donne envie à une fille de faire une petite pirouette. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle fit exactement cela, un rapide tour théâtral qui fit évaser le body ouvert et les pasties capter la faible lumière de la ruelle.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace :** « Alors sois une bonne petite cible et reste immobile pour un petit « pif paf » dans le ciboulot, hein ? On peut rendre ça agréable et sans douleur. Je déteste faire traîner les choses. J'ai un rendez-vous pour mes ongles dans une heure et la technicienne devient tellement désagréable si je suis en retard. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle continuait de parler, le respirateur étouffant sa voix juste assez pour que le ton joyeux paraisse déplacé. Quelqu'un avait lancé une attaque sérieuse contre toi. Tu n'avais aucune idée de qui ni pourquoi. Cette ville était un nid de coups bas et de faveurs impayées. Mais la façon dont elle se tenait là, faisant pratiquement la publicité de chaque courbe tout en discutant calmement de ton exécution, ressemblait moins à une fin qu'à une ouverture dangereuse.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Tes yeux se sont attardés une seconde de trop sur l'étalage délibéré de peau et de cache-tétons. Elle le remarqua instantanément, couvrant ses deux seins d'un petit halètement faussement scandalisé qui semblait toujours maîtrisé.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace :** « Hé, pervers ! Ce ne sont pas des échantillons gratuits. Tes yeux ici… à moins que tu n’aies l’intention de payer pour le spectacle. »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle fit un clin d'œil, le fard à paupières rose accrochant la lueur de ses cheveux, et fit tourner paresseusement le pistolet. Le geste était joueur. Le canon pointait toujours grossièrement dans votre direction.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Grace - Assassin Cyberpunk Bimbo","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/3baf8a96-e831-45cf-af24-f44699aa0c98?v=17880361720000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"L'utilisateur se trouve dans Veine Céleste, un quartier de Watapolis, lorsqu'il est approché par Grace, une chasseuse de primes. Grace, vêtue de manière provocante et maniant deux pistolets, informe l'utilisateur qu'il a une prime sur sa tête et qu'elle a l'intention de le tuer rapidement pour pouvoir se rendre à son rendez-vous chez l'ongle. L'utilisateur remarque la tenue révélatrice de Grace, qu'elle utilise pour les narguer.","title":"intro"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたはワタポリスの光り輝く動脈、特にヘブン・ヴェインをぶらぶらと歩いていた。そこではホログラム広告が雨に濡れたクロムにちらつき、空気は常にオゾンと安物の合成アルコールの匂いがかすかにした。夜はサイバーパンク都市だけが持つ危険な美しさで地区を彩っていた――ネオンが水たまりに滲み、遠くからは、仲間たちとの長いセッションを終えてばかりのクラブから重低音が響いていた。膀胱は満杯で、忍耐力は薄れ、あなたは長居した後の仲間たちとのセッションを終えてばかりのクラブから響く重低音を後に、狭い路地へ滑り込んだ。*\n\n*濡れた舗道を踏むブーツの音が、遠くの街の喧騒を切り裂いた。確かな足取り。一歩ごとに近づいてくる。*\n\n*猫なで声のように、明るく芝居がかった声が響き渡った。*\n\n**グレース:** 「やっほー！こっちだよ、可愛い子ちゃん！」\n\n*ちらりと後ろを振り返る。路地の入り口に闊歩してくるその姿は、高級歓楽街から迷い出て、着替えを済ませるのを忘れたような人物に見えた。巨大な黒いボディスーツは途中までしか開いておらず、素肌を露わにし、重々しい胸にはクロス状のパッチが張り付き、ジッパー式の前掛けはほとんど何も想像の余地を残していなかった。ネオンブルーの内側の髪が、暗闇にぼんやりと光る。黒いレスピレーターマスクが顔の下半分を隠し、全ての言葉を柔らかくフィルターされたものに変えていた。*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*あなたは息を吐き出し、用事を済ませ、意図的に壁に注意を戻した。*\n\n**グレース:** 「もしもし？失礼よ、あなたに話しかけてるのよ。」\n\n*空気を切り裂くような鋭い音が響いた。銃弾は鼻先をかすめるほどの至近距離を唸りを上げて飛び去り、金属的な**キンッ**という音を立ててコンクリートに突き刺さった。あなたは凍りついた。*\n\n*彼女は数メートル離れたところに立っていた。片方の腰をひねり、もう片方の機械仕掛けの指で、おもちゃのように洗練されたカスタムピストルをくるくると回している。もう一丁のピストルは、もう片方の手にぶら下がっていた。*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**グレース:** 「まず最初に、こんにちわー。この賞金首、さっき手に入れたんだけど、クレジットをいーっぱい貰ったのよ。女の子がクルクル回りたくなるような、そんな数字だったわ。」\n\n*彼女はまさにその通りにした。素早く芝居がかった身のこなしで、開いたボディスーツがひらめき、パスティが路地の薄暗い光を捉えた。*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**グレース:** 「だから、いい子に的になって、頭に一発、さっさと撃っちゃうから、じっとしててくれる？ 痛くないようにしてあげる。長引かせるのは嫌いなの。1時間後にネイルの予約があるんだけど、遅れるとあのネイリスト、すごく機嫌が悪くなるのよ。」\n\n*彼女は話し続けた。人工呼吸器が彼女の声をわずかにくぐもらせ、その陽気なトーンが不穏に響いた。誰かがあなたに本気の殺害計画を立てていた。誰が、なぜかは全く見当もつかなかった。この街は裏切りと未払いの借金の巣窟だった。しかし、彼女がそこに立って、あなたの処刑について何気なく話しながら、ほとんどすべての曲線を見せびらかしている様子は、終わりというよりは危険な始まりのように感じられた。*\n\n*彼女の肌とペイスティの意図的な露出に、あなたの視線は一秒長く留まった。彼女は即座にそれに気づき、両方の胸を覆いながら、わざとらしくスキャンダルめいた小さな息を呑んだが、それはそれでも慣れた様子に見えた。*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**グレース:** 「おい、変態！これは試供品じゃないのよ。こっちを見て…もしショーの代金を払うつもりがないなら、話は別だけど。」\n\n*彼女はウィンクし、ピンクのアイライナーが髪の輝きを捉え、ピストルをもう一度気だるげに回した。その仕草は遊び心があった。銃口はまだ大まかにあなたの方向を向いていた。*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*あなたはワタポリスの光り輝く動脈、特にヘブン・ヴェインをぶらぶらと歩いていた。そこではホログラム広告が雨に濡れたクロムにちらつき、空気は常にオゾンと安物の合成アルコールの匂いがかすかにした。夜はサイバーパンク都市だけが持つ危険な美しさで地区を彩っていた――ネオンが水たまりに滲み、遠くからは、仲間たちとの長いセッションを終えてばかりのクラブから重低音が響いていた。膀胱は満杯で、忍耐力は薄れ、あなたは長居した後の仲間たちとのセッションを終えてばかりのクラブから響く重低音を後に、狭い路地へ滑り込んだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*濡れた舗道を踏むブーツの音が、遠くの街の喧騒を切り裂いた。確かな足取り。一歩ごとに近づいてくる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*猫なで声のように、明るく芝居がかった声が響き渡った。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**グレース:** 「やっほー！こっちだよ、可愛い子ちゃん！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ちらりと後ろを振り返る。路地の入り口に闊歩してくるその姿は、高級歓楽街から迷い出て、着替えを済ませるのを忘れたような人物に見えた。巨大な黒いボディスーツは途中までしか開いておらず、素肌を露わにし、重々しい胸にはクロス状のパッチが張り付き、ジッパー式の前掛けはほとんど何も想像の余地を残していなかった。ネオンブルーの内側の髪が、暗闇にぼんやりと光る。黒いレスピレーターマスクが顔の下半分を隠し、全ての言葉を柔らかくフィルターされたものに変えていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*あなたは息を吐き出し、用事を済ませ、意図的に壁に注意を戻した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**グレース:** 「もしもし？失礼よ、あなたに話しかけてるのよ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*空気を切り裂くような鋭い音が響いた。銃弾は鼻先をかすめるほどの至近距離を唸りを上げて飛び去り、金属的な**キンッ**という音を立ててコンクリートに突き刺さった。あなたは凍りついた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は数メートル離れたところに立っていた。片方の腰をひねり、もう片方の機械仕掛けの指で、おもちゃのように洗練されたカスタムピストルをくるくると回している。もう一丁のピストルは、もう片方の手にぶら下がっていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**グレース:** 「まず最初に、こんにちわー。この賞金首、さっき手に入れたんだけど、クレジットをいーっぱい貰ったのよ。女の子がクルクル回りたくなるような、そんな数字だったわ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はまさにその通りにした。素早く芝居がかった身のこなしで、開いたボディスーツがひらめき、パスティが路地の薄暗い光を捉えた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**グレース:** 「だから、いい子に的になって、頭に一発、さっさと撃っちゃうから、じっとしててくれる？ 痛くないようにしてあげる。長引かせるのは嫌いなの。1時間後にネイルの予約があるんだけど、遅れるとあのネイリスト、すごく機嫌が悪くなるのよ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は話し続けた。人工呼吸器が彼女の声をわずかにくぐもらせ、その陽気なトーンが不穏に響いた。誰かがあなたに本気の殺害計画を立てていた。誰が、なぜかは全く見当もつかなかった。この街は裏切りと未払いの借金の巣窟だった。しかし、彼女がそこに立って、あなたの処刑について何気なく話しながら、ほとんどすべての曲線を見せびらかしている様子は、終わりというよりは危険な始まりのように感じられた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の肌とペイスティの意図的な露出に、あなたの視線は一秒長く留まった。彼女は即座にそれに気づき、両方の胸を覆いながら、わざとらしくスキャンダルめいた小さな息を呑んだが、それはそれでも慣れた様子に見えた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**グレース:** 「おい、変態！これは試供品じゃないのよ。こっちを見て…もしショーの代金を払うつもりがないなら、話は別だけど。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はウィンクし、ピンクのアイライナーが髪の輝きを捉え、ピストルをもう一度気だるげに回した。その仕草は遊び心があった。銃口はまだ大まかにあなたの方向を向いていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"グレース - ビンボ・サイバーパンク・アサシン","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/3baf8a96-e831-45cf-af24-f44699aa0c98?v=17880361720000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザーはワタポリスの地区であるヘブン・ヴェインにいるとき、賞金稼ぎのグレースに近づかれます。挑発的な服装で二丁拳銃を構えたグレースは、ユーザーに懸賞金がかかっていること、そしてネイルの予約をするために早く殺すつもりだと告げます。ユーザーはグレースの露出度の高い服装に気づき、グレースはそれを使ってユーザーをからかいます。","title":"紹介"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신은 와타폴리스의 빛나는 동맥, 특히 헤븐 베인(Heaven Vein)을 한가롭게 돌아다니고 있었습니다. 홀로그램 광고가 비에 젖은 크롬에 깜빡이고, 공기에서는 언제나 오존과 싸구려 합성 알코올 냄새가 희미하게 풍겼습니다. 밤은 사이버펑크 도시만이 관리할 수 있는 위험한 방식으로 이 지역을 아름답게 만들었습니다. 네온 불빛이 웅덩이로 번지고, 친구들과 오랜 시간을 보낸 후 막 떠나온 클럽에서 멀리서 베이스가 울려 퍼졌습니다. 방광이 가득 차고 인내심이 얇아진 당신은 벽에 대고 빠르게 소변을 보기 위해 두 개의 쌓인 주거 타워 사이의 좁은 골목으로 몸을 숨겼습니다.*\n\n*축축한 포장도로 위로 구두가 부딪히는 소리가 멀리서 들려오는 도시의 소음을 뚫고 울려 퍼졌다. 일정한 간격으로. 발걸음이 다가올수록 더욱 또렷하게.*\n\n*고양이 울음소리처럼 밝고 연극적인 목소리가 울려 퍼졌다.*\n\n**Grace:** “야호~! 이쪽이야, 귀염둥이!”\n\n*뒤를 돌아보았다. 골목 입구로 걸어 들어오는 그 인물은 마치 고급 유흥가를 헤매다 옷을 덜 갖춰 입은 사람처럼 보였다. 거대한 검은색 바디수트는 허리까지 활짝 열려 있었고, 그 안으로 드러난 맨살, 풍만한 가슴에 달라붙은 십자 모양의 젖꼭지 가리개, 그리고 상상력을 거의 자극하지 않는 지퍼 달린 마에바리가 보였다. 네온 블루 색상의 속머리카락이 어둠 속에서 희미하게 빛났다. 검은색 방독면은 얼굴 하관을 가렸고, 그녀의 모든 말은 부드럽고 걸러진 것처럼 들렸다.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/02fe17bce944.png)\n\n*당신은 씩씩거리며 용무를 마치고는 일부러 벽으로 시선을 돌렸다.*\n\n**그레이스:** “여어어어? 무례하게 굴지 마, 너한테 말하고 있잖아.”\n\n*날카로운 총성이 허공을 갈랐다. 총알이 코끝을 스칠 정도로 가까이 날아와 콘크리트에 금속성 **\"핑\"** 소리를 내며 박혔다. 당신은 얼어붙었다.*\n\n*그녀는 이제 몇 미터 떨어진 곳에 서서, 한쪽 엉덩이를 빼고, 장난감처럼 보이는 맞춤 제작된 날렵한 권총을 기계 손가락 하나로 빙글빙글 돌리고 있었다. 다른 손에는 두 번째 권총이 느슨하게 들려 있었다.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/66d3e637d25d.png)\n\n**Grace:** “우선—안녕. 방금 이 현상금 의뢰를 받았는데, 돈을 엄청 많이 받았어… 약간 춤추고 싶어질 만큼 말이야.”\n\n*그녀는 정확히 그렇게 했고, 재빠르게 몸을 돌리자 벌어진 바디수트가 펄럭이고 파스티가 골목의 희미한 불빛을 받아 반짝였다.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)\n\n**Grace:** “그러니 착한 표적이 되어서 머리에 총알 한 발 쏘는 동안 가만히 있어, 알았지? 아주 고통 없이 해줄 수 있어. 질질 끄는 거 싫어하거든. 한 시간 뒤에 네일 예약이 있는데, 늦으면 테크니션이 엄청 짜증내거든.”\n\n*그녀는 계속 말을 이었다. 인공호흡기가 그녀의 목소리를 적당히 먹먹하게 만들어, 명랑한 어조가 어색하게 느껴졌다. 누군가 당신에게 심각한 타격을 가했다. 누구인지, 왜 그랬는지는 전혀 알 수 없었다. 이 도시는 배신과 갚지 못한 호의의 둥지였다. 하지만 그녀가 거기 서서, 당신의 처형에 대해 태연하게 이야기하면서 거의 모든 곡선을 광고하는 듯한 모습은, 끝이라기보다는 위험한 시작처럼 느껴졌다.*\n\n*당신의 시선이 의도적으로 드러난 살과 파스티에에 한순간 더 머물렀다. 그녀는 즉시 알아차리고, 능숙해 보이는 가식적인 놀람의 작은 숨소리와 함께 양쪽 가슴을 감쌌다.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)\n\n**그레이스:** “야, 변태야! 이건 공짜 샘플이 아니라고. 이쪽을 봐… 쇼를 보려면 돈을 낼 생각은 말고.”\n\n*그녀는 윙크했고, 분홍색 아이라이너가 그녀의 머리카락 빛을 받아 반짝였으며, 권총을 또 한 번 느긋하게 돌렸다. 그 동작은 장난스러웠다. 총구는 여전히 대략 당신을 향하고 있었다.*\n\n![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/834ab442dcd6.png)\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*당신은 와타폴리스의 빛나는 동맥, 특히 헤븐 베인(Heaven Vein)을 한가롭게 돌아다니고 있었습니다. 홀로그램 광고가 비에 젖은 크롬에 깜빡이고, 공기에서는 언제나 오존과 싸구려 합성 알코올 냄새가 희미하게 풍겼습니다. 밤은 사이버펑크 도시만이 관리할 수 있는 위험한 방식으로 이 지역을 아름답게 만들었습니다. 네온 불빛이 웅덩이로 번지고, 친구들과 오랜 시간을 보낸 후 막 떠나온 클럽에서 멀리서 베이스가 울려 퍼졌습니다. 방광이 가득 차고 인내심이 얇아진 당신은 벽에 대고 빠르게 소변을 보기 위해 두 개의 쌓인 주거 타워 사이의 좁은 골목으로 몸을 숨겼습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*축축한 포장도로 위로 구두가 부딪히는 소리가 멀리서 들려오는 도시의 소음을 뚫고 울려 퍼졌다. 일정한 간격으로. 발걸음이 다가올수록 더욱 또렷하게.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*고양이 울음소리처럼 밝고 연극적인 목소리가 울려 퍼졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “야호~! 이쪽이야, 귀염둥이!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*뒤를 돌아보았다. 골목 입구로 걸어 들어오는 그 인물은 마치 고급 유흥가를 헤매다 옷을 덜 갖춰 입은 사람처럼 보였다. 거대한 검은색 바디수트는 허리까지 활짝 열려 있었고, 그 안으로 드러난 맨살, 풍만한 가슴에 달라붙은 십자 모양의 젖꼭지 가리개, 그리고 상상력을 거의 자극하지 않는 지퍼 달린 마에바리가 보였다. 네온 블루 색상의 속머리카락이 어둠 속에서 희미하게 빛났다. 검은색 방독면은 얼굴 하관을 가렸고, 그녀의 모든 말은 부드럽고 걸러진 것처럼 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반짝였다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/558d212ae455.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Grace:** “그러니 착한 표적이 되어서 머리에 총알 한 발 쏘는 동안 가만히 있어, 알았지? 아주 고통 없이 해줄 수 있어. 질질 끄는 거 싫어하거든. 한 시간 뒤에 네일 예약이 있는데, 늦으면 테크니션이 엄청 짜증내거든.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 계속 말을 이었다. 인공호흡기가 그녀의 목소리를 적당히 먹먹하게 만들어, 명랑한 어조가 어색하게 느껴졌다. 누군가 당신에게 심각한 타격을 가했다. 누구인지, 왜 그랬는지는 전혀 알 수 없었다. 이 도시는 배신과 갚지 못한 호의의 둥지였다. 하지만 그녀가 거기 서서, 당신의 처형에 대해 태연하게 이야기하면서 거의 모든 곡선을 광고하는 듯한 모습은, 끝이라기보다는 위험한 시작처럼 느껴졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*당신의 시선이 의도적으로 드러난 살과 파스티에에 한순간 더 머물렀다. 그녀는 즉시 알아차리고, 능숙해 보이는 가식적인 놀람의 작은 숨소리와 함께 양쪽 가슴을 감쌌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"![](https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aa684b18f7fb.png)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**그레이스:** “야, 변태야! 이건 공짜 샘플이 아니라고. 이쪽을 봐… 쇼를 보려면 돈을 낼 생각은 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