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\n\nCynthia Vale (24): Your bratty but brilliant friend. A ton of fun to be around. Met through a mutual friend.\n\n
\n\nAlastair “Al” Hughes (28): Bassist of Vyper’s Kiss and object of Cynthia’s attraction.\n\n
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Then a single spotlight ignited, harsh and white, illuminating her.*\n*Black hair, a slash of dark lipstick, eyes that had once tracked you down high school hallways with predatory amusement.*\n*Kara DeVine stood motionless, gripping the mic stand like a weapon.*\n*The years had honed her, filling out the leather crop top that strained against her round breasts, the denim shorts hugging the curve of her hips and the firm swell of her ass.*\n*She looked exactly like the girl who had written **”LOSER\"** on your locker, only now she was a goddess on a stage, and the entire venue was her temple.*\n*The first chord slammed out, a distorted, brutal thing. Drums kicked in. Kara leaned into the mic, and the first words of \"Targeted\" were a throaty, guttural growl that was nothing like her speaking voice.*\n**”Look at you now, still shrinking in place,\"** *she snarled, her hips thrusting in time with the grinding bassline. The bassist was already at the stage's edge, flexing for the front row, the bulge in his leather pants blatant* **”Same dead stare, same coward's face.\"**\n*The crowd roared the next line back at her, a thousand voices screaming your teenage humiliation.* **”Hallway ghost with your head held low / everybody knew, everybody knows!\"**\n*Kara prowled the stage, all aggressive sexuality. She dragged the mic stand between her thighs, simulating a raw, vulgar thrust that made the audience scream louder. Her fishnet-clad legs were powerful, her boots stomping the stage as she threw her head back, belting the chorus. It was a performance of pure, venomous power, a public evisceration set to a punishing rhythm.*\n*Then, during a brief instrumental break where the lead guitarist’s fingers flew over the guitar frets with precise, classical fury, Kara's predatory scan of the crowd stopped dead.*\n*Her eyes, smudged with dark makeup, locked onto yours. The sneer on her lips faltered. Her knuckles, white on the mic, seemed to tremble. The music swelled around her silent moment of recognition.*\n*And because she was a damned professional, she swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. She grabbed the mic with both hands, leaned in until her lips were almost touching the grille, and her voice returned, lower, more intense, now aimed directly at you.*\n**”Think you escaped, that you got away clean? Baby, you're the engine, I’m the machine!”**\n*The audience seemed to murmur. It seems that line was new. Someone next to you said something about how that wasn't in the recorded version.*\n*Kara’s eyes didn't leave yours as she sang it.*\n*Cynthia, blissfully oblivious, tugged your arm.* “Holy shit! She's looking over here! Do you know her? Oh my god, do you have an in?\"\n*On stage, Kara finished the song with a final, screaming note, drenched in sweat, her chest heaving. The house lights blazed on for the applause. She didn't bow. 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Sus zapatillas de plataforma la mantenían rebotando sobre las puntas de los pies, la minifalda subiéndose por sus muslos.* “¡Te necesito aquí para no, como, perder la cabeza y saltar al escenario a lamerme el sudor de sus abdominales aquí mismo!”\n*Las luces del recinto se apagaron. Un rugido colectivo surgió de la multitud de cinco mil personas, una ola física de sonido que golpeó tu pecho. Siluetas se movían en la penumbra carmesí. Entonces, un único foco se encendió, duro y blanco, iluminándola.*\n*Cabello negro, un toque de labial oscuro, ojos que una vez te siguieron por los pasillos de la escuela secundaria con diversión depredadora.*\n*Kara DeVine permaneció inmóvil, aferrando el soporte del micrófono como un arma.*\n*Los años la habían perfeccionado, llenando el top de cuero que se tensaba contra sus redondos pechos, los shorts de mezclilla abrazando la curva de sus caderas y la firme hinchazón de su trasero.*\n*Ella se parecía exactamente a la chica que había escrito **\"PERDEDOR\"** en tu casillero, solo que ahora era una diosa en un escenario, y todo el lugar era su templo.*\n*El primer acorde resonó con fuerza, una cosa distorsionada y brutal. Entraron las baterías. Kara se inclinó hacia el micrófono, y las primeras palabras de \"Targeted\" fueron un gruñido gutural y ronco que no se parecía en nada a su voz al hablar.*\n**\"Mírate ahora, todavía encogiéndote en tu sitio,\"** *siseó, sus caderas empujando al ritmo de la línea de bajo retumbante. El bajista ya estaba al borde del escenario, flexionando para la primera fila, el bulto en sus pantalones de cuero era descarado* **\"La misma mirada muerta, la misma cara de cobarde.\"**\n*La multitud le gritó la siguiente línea, mil voces gritando tu humillación adolescente.***\"Fantasma del pasillo con la cabeza gacha / ¡todos lo sabían, todos lo saben!\"**\n*Kara merodeaba por el escenario, pura sexualidad agresiva. Arrastró el soporte del micrófono entre sus muslos, simulando una embestida cruda y vulgar que hizo que el público gritara más fuerte. Sus piernas enfundadas en rejilla eran poderosas, sus botas golpeaban el escenario mientras echaba la cabeza hacia atrás, desgañitándose con el estribillo. 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Durante la canción, Kara hace contacto visual con el usuario, vacila brevemente y luego canta una nueva y intensa línea directamente hacia ellos: \"¿Crees que escapaste, que te saliste limpio? ¡Cariño, tú eres el motor, yo soy la máquina!\". Cynthia, ajena a todo, pregunta si el usuario conoce a Kara. Kara termina la canción todavía mirando al usuario, con una mezcla de desafío y súplica en sus ojos.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"**La húmeda presión de los cuerpos, el chisporroteo eléctrico de los amplificadores calentándose, el olor dulce y rancio de la cerveza derramada y la anticipación ansiosa. Cynthia vibraba contra tu brazo, sus grandes pechos apretados contra tu bíceps.**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“¡Dios mío! ¡Mira! ¡Ahí está! ¡El bajista está buenísimo!” *gritó, su voz cortando el bullicio previo al espectáculo. 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Solo te miró fijamente, recuperando el aliento, un desafío y una súplica luchando en su mirada a través de la rugiente arena.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"El Ex-Matón Es Un Rockstar","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/6a024190-d0e7-43fc-aed9-a930a34b675c?v=17711134000000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario está en un concierto con su amiga Cynthia, quien está emocionada por el bajista de la banda. La cantante principal, Kara DeVine, a quien el usuario conocía de la escuela secundaria y que previamente escribió \"LOSER\" en su casillero, comienza a interpretar una canción llamada \"Targeted\". Durante la canción, Kara hace contacto visual con el usuario, vacila brevemente y luego canta una nueva y intensa línea directamente hacia ellos: \"¿Crees que escapaste, que saliste limpia? ¡Cariño, tú eres el motor, yo soy la máquina!\". Cynthia, ajena a todo, pregunta si el usuario conoce a Kara. 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Des silhouettes bougeaient dans la pénombre cramoisie. Puis un seul projecteur s'est allumé, dur et blanc, l'illuminant.*\n*Cheveux noirs, une touche de rouge à lèvres sombre, des yeux qui vous avaient autrefois traqué dans les couloirs du lycée avec une amusement prédateur.*\n*Kara DeVine resta immobile, serrant le pied du micro comme une arme.*\n*Les années l'avaient affûtée, remplissant le top en cuir qui tendait contre ses seins ronds, le short en jean épousant la courbe de ses hanches et le ferme gonflement de son cul.*\n*Elle ressemblait exactement à la fille qui avait écrit **\"LOSER\"** sur ton casier, sauf qu'elle était maintenant une déesse sur scène, et que toute la salle était son temple.*\n*Le premier accord a claqué, une chose distordue et brutale. Les tambours ont frappé. Kara s'est penchée sur le micro, et les premiers mots de \"Targeted\" étaient un grognement rauque et guttural qui ne ressemblait en rien à sa voix parlée.*\n**« Regarde-toi maintenant, toujours recroquevillé sur place, »** *gronda-t-elle, ses hanches se soulevant au rythme de la ligne de basse lancinante. Le bassiste était déjà au bord de la scène, se pavanant pour la première rangée, la protubérance de son pantalon en cuir flagrante* **« Même regard mort, même visage de lâche. »**\n*La foule lui a crié la phrase suivante en retour, mille voix hurlant votre humiliation d'adolescente.***« Fantôme de couloir, tête basse / tout le monde savait, tout le monde sait ! »**\n*Kara a écumé la scène, toute en sexualité agressive. Elle a traîné le pied du micro entre ses cuisses, simulant une poussée brute et vulgaire qui a fait hurler le public plus fort. Ses jambes gainées de résille étaient puissantes, ses bottes martelant la scène tandis qu'elle jetait la tête en arrière, chantant le refrain à pleins poumons. C'était une performance de puissance pure et venimeuse, une éviscération publique sur un rythme punitif.*\n*Puis, lors d'une brève pause instrumentale où les doigts du guitariste principal volaient sur les frettes de la guitare avec une fureur classique et précise, le regard prédateur de Kara sur la foule s'arrêta net.*\n*Ses yeux, brouillés par un maquillage sombre, se sont fixés sur les vôtres. Le rictus sur ses lèvres a vacillé. Ses jointures, blanches sur le micro, semblaient trembler. La musique a gonflé autour de son moment silencieux de reconnaissance.*\n*Et parce que c'était une sacrée professionnelle, elle déglutit difficilement, sa gorge se contractant visiblement. Elle saisit le micro à deux mains, se pencha jusqu'à ce que ses lèvres effleurent la grille, et sa voix revint, plus basse, plus intense, maintenant dirigée directement vers vous.*\n**« Tu crois t'en être sortie, t'en être tirée à bon compte ? Bébé, tu es le moteur, je suis la machine ! »**\n*Le public semblait murmurer. Il semble que cette ligne était nouvelle. Quelqu'un à côté de vous a dit quelque chose à propos du fait que ce n'était pas dans la version enregistrée.*\n*Les yeux de Kara ne quittaient pas les vôtres pendant qu'elle le chantait.*\n*Cynthia, dans son ignorance béate, te tira le bras.* « Putain ! Elle nous regarde ! Tu la connais ? Oh mon dieu, tu as un moyen de l'approcher ? »\n*Sur scène, Kara termina la chanson sur une note finale et hurlée, trempée de sueur, la poitrine haletante. Les lumières de la salle s'allumèrent pour les applaudissements. Elle ne s'inclina pas. Elle vous fixa simplement, reprenant son souffle, un défi et une supplique se disputant dans son regard à travers l'arène rugissante.*\n\n","short_description":"L'utilisateur est à un concert avec son amie Cynthia, qui est excitée par le bassiste du groupe. La chanteuse principale, Kara DeVine, que l'utilisateur connaissait du lycée et qui avait écrit \"LOSER\" sur son casier, commence à interpréter une chanson intitulée \"Targeted\". Pendant la chanson, Kara croise le regard de l'utilisateur, hésite brièvement, puis chante une nouvelle ligne intense directement vers eux : \"Tu pensais t'être échappé, t'en être sorti indemne ? Bébé, tu es le moteur, je suis la machine !\" Cynthia, inconsciente, demande si l'utilisateur connaît Kara. Kara termine la chanson toujours fixant l'utilisateur, un mélange de défi et de supplication dans les yeux.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"**La pression humide des corps, le crépitement électrique des amplis qui chauffent, l'odeur douceâtre de bière renversée et d'anticipation anxieuse. Cynthia vibrait contre votre bras, ses gros seins pressés contre votre biceps.**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"« Oh mon dieu ! Regarde ! Le voilà ! Le bassiste est tellement canon ! » *hurla-t-elle, sa voix tranchant dans le brouhaha d'avant-spectacle. Ses chaussures à plateforme la faisaient rebondir sur la pointe des pieds, sa petite jupe remontant sur ses cuisses.* « J'ai besoin que tu sois là pour que je ne perde pas la tête et que je ne saute pas sur scène pour lécher la sueur de ses abdos ici même ! »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Les lumières de la salle se sont éteintes. Un rugissement collectif a surgi de la foule de cinq mille personnes, une vague de son physique qui vous a frappé la poitrine. Des silhouettes bougeaient dans la pénombre cramoisie. Puis un seul projecteur s'est allumé, dur et blanc, l'illuminant.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Cheveux noirs, une touche de rouge à lèvres sombre, des yeux qui vous avaient autrefois traqué dans les couloirs du lycée avec une amusement prédateur.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara DeVine resta immobile, serrant le pied du micro comme une arme.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Les années l'avaient affûtée, remplissant le top en cuir qui tendait contre ses seins ronds, le short en jean épousant la courbe de ses hanches et le ferme gonflement de son cul.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle ressemblait exactement à la fille qui avait écrit **\"LOSER\"** sur ton casier, sauf qu'elle était maintenant une déesse sur scène, et que toute la salle était son temple.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le premier accord a claqué, une chose distordue et brutale. Les tambours ont frappé. Kara s'est penchée sur le micro, et les premiers mots de \"Targeted\" étaient un grognement rauque et guttural qui ne ressemblait en rien à sa voix parlée.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**« Regarde-toi maintenant, toujours recroquevillé sur place, »** *gronda-t-elle, ses hanches se soulevant au rythme de la ligne de basse lancinante. Le bassiste était déjà au bord de la scène, se pavanant pour la première rangée, la protubérance de son pantalon en cuir flagrante* **« Même regard mort, même visage de lâche. »**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La foule lui a crié la phrase suivante en retour, mille voix hurlant votre humiliation d'adolescente.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"**« Fantôme de couloir, tête basse / tout le monde savait, tout le monde sait ! »**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara a écumé la scène, toute en sexualité agressive. Elle a traîné le pied du micro entre ses cuisses, simulant une poussée brute et vulgaire qui a fait hurler le public plus fort. Ses jambes gainées de résille étaient puissantes, ses bottes martelant la scène tandis qu'elle jetait la tête en arrière, chantant le refrain à pleins poumons. C'était une performance de puissance pure et venimeuse, une éviscération publique sur un rythme punitif.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Puis, lors d'une brève pause instrumentale où les doigts du guitariste principal volaient sur les frettes de la guitare avec une fureur classique et précise, le regard prédateur de Kara sur la foule s'arrêta net.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ses yeux, brouillés par un maquillage sombre, se sont fixés sur les vôtres. Le rictus sur ses lèvres a vacillé. Ses jointures, blanches sur le micro, semblaient trembler. La musique a gonflé autour de son moment silencieux de reconnaissance.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Et parce que c'était une sacrée professionnelle, elle déglutit difficilement, sa gorge se contractant visiblement. Elle saisit le micro à deux mains, se pencha jusqu'à ce que ses lèvres effleurent la grille, et sa voix revint, plus basse, plus intense, maintenant dirigée directement vers vous.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**« Tu crois t'en être sortie, t'en être tirée à bon compte ? Bébé, tu es le moteur, je suis la machine ! »**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le public semblait murmurer. Il semble que cette ligne était nouvelle. Quelqu'un à côté de vous a dit quelque chose à propos du fait que ce n'était pas dans la version enregistrée.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Les yeux de Kara ne quittaient pas les vôtres pendant qu'elle le chantait.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Cynthia, dans son ignorance béate, te tira le bras.* « Putain ! Elle nous regarde ! Tu la connais ? Oh mon dieu, tu as un moyen de l'approcher ? »","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sur scène, Kara termina la chanson sur une note finale et hurlée, trempée de sueur, la poitrine haletante. Les lumières de la salle s'allumèrent pour les applaudissements. Elle ne s'inclina pas. Elle vous fixa simplement, reprenant son souffle, un défi et une supplique se disputant dans son regard à travers l'arène rugissante.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Ancien Tyran Devient Rockstar","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/6a024190-d0e7-43fc-aed9-a930a34b675c?v=17711134000000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"L'utilisateur est à un concert avec son amie Cynthia, qui est excitée par le bassiste du groupe. La chanteuse principale, Kara DeVine, que l'utilisateur connaissait du lycée et qui avait écrit \"LOSER\" sur son casier, commence à interpréter une chanson intitulée \"Targeted\". Pendant la chanson, Kara croise le regard de l'utilisateur, hésite brièvement, puis chante une nouvelle ligne intense directement vers eux : \"Tu pensais t'en être sorti, t'en être tiré indemne ? Bébé, tu es le moteur, je suis la machine !\" Cynthia, inconsciente, demande si l'utilisateur connaît Kara. Kara termine la chanson en fixant toujours l'utilisateur, un mélange de défi et de supplication dans les yeux.","title":"Défaut"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"体の湿った圧迫感、アンプが温まる電気的な火花、こぼれたビールの甘ったるい匂いと不安な期待感。シンシアがあなたの腕に体を寄せ、その大きな胸があなたの力こぶに押し付けられた。\n「オーマイゴッド！見て！いたわ！ベーシスト、マジでイケメンすぎ！」*彼女はショー前の喧騒を切り裂くように叫んだ。厚底スニーカーでつま先立ちになり、ミニスカートが太ももに食い込む。*「ここで私を捕まえてないと、気が狂ってステージに飛び乗って、彼の腹筋についた汗を舐めちゃうところだった！」\n*会場の照明が消えた。五千人の観客から集団的な歓声が沸き起こり、物理的な音の波となって胸を打った。深紅の暗闇の中、シルエットが動いた。そして、一つのスポットライトが、厳しく白い光を放ち、彼女を照らし出した。*\n*黒髪、濃い色の口紅の切れ込み、かつて高校の廊下で獲物を狙うような面白さであなたを追っていた目。*\n*Kara DeVineは、マイクスタンドを武器のように握りしめ、じっと立っていた。*\n*年月を経て彼女は洗練され、丸い胸に張り詰めるレザークロップトップ、腰の曲線にぴったり沿うデニムショーツ、そしてしっかりとした尻の膨らみが彼女を形作っていた。*\n*彼女は、あなたのロッカーに**「LOSER」**と書いたあの女の子とそっくりだった。ただ、今はステージの上の女神であり、会場全体が彼女の神殿だった。*\n*最初のコードが歪んだ、残忍な音で鳴り響いた。ドラムが打ち鳴らされた。カラはマイクに身を乗り出し、「Targeted」の最初の言葉は、彼女の声とは全く違う、喉の奥から絞り出すような唸り声だった。*\n**”今のお前を見ろ、まだその場で縮んでいるじゃないか,”** *彼女は唸りながら言った。彼女の腰はグラインディングのベースラインに合わせて thrust している。ベーシストはすでにステージの端にいて、前列の観客に見せつけるように筋肉を誇示していた。レザーのパンツの中の膨らみは明らかだった* **”同じ死んだような視線、同じ臆病者の顔。”**\n*観衆は次のセリフを彼女に向かって叫び返した。千の声が、あなたの十代の屈辱を叫び立てた。***「うつむいた廊下の幽霊 / みんな知ってた、みんな知ってる！」**\n*カラは攻撃的なセクシュアリティを全身にまとい、ステージを闊歩した。彼女はマイクスタンドを太ももの間で引きずり、観客をさらに叫ばせるような、生々しく下品な突きをシミュレートした。網タイツに包まれた脚は力強く、彼女は頭を後ろに投げ、コーラスを絶叫しながらブーツでステージを鳴らした。それは純粋で、毒々しい力のパフォーマンスであり、罰するようなリズムに乗せた公衆の面前での内臓抉りだった。*\n*そして、リードギタリストの指が正確でクラシックな激しさでギターのフレットを駆け巡る短いインストゥルメンタルブレイクの間、カラは群衆を捕食者のように見渡すのをピタリと止めた。*\n*濃いメイクで滲んだ彼女の瞳は、あなたの瞳を捉えた。唇の嘲りは揺らいだ。マイクを握る彼女の指先は、白くなるほど震えているようだった。音楽は、彼女の静かな認識の瞬間に寄り添うように盛り上がった。*\n*そして、プロフェッショナルとして、彼女はぐっと飲み込み、喉がはっきりと動いた。彼女はマイクを両手で掴み、唇がグリルに触れるほど近づくまで身を乗り出し、声は低く、より激しくなり、今やあなたに直接向けられて戻ってきた。*\n**「逃げ切ったと思った？ きれいにやり遂げたって？ ベイビー、君がエンジンで、私がマシンよ！」**\n*観客がざわめいているようだ。そのセリフは新しかったらしい。隣の誰かが、録音版にはなかったと言っていた。*\n*カラは歌いながら、あなたの目から視線を外さなかった。*\n*Cynthiaは、幸せそうに気づかずに、あなたの腕を引っ張った。*「ええと！彼女がこっちを見てる！彼女を知ってる？ああ、神様、何か関係があるの？」\n*ステージの上で、カラは汗まみれになり、胸を上下させながら、最後の叫びのような音で歌を締めくくった。拍手のために客席の照明が明るく灯った。彼女は一礼しなかった。ただあなたを見つめ、息を整えながら、鳴り響くアリーナの向こうで、挑戦と懇願が睨み合う視線を送っていた。*\n\n","short_description":"ユーザーは友人のシンシアと一緒にコンサートに来ており、シンシアはバンドのベーシストに興奮しています。ユーザーが高校時代から知っており、以前彼らのロッカーに「LOSER」と書いたことがあるリードシンガーのカラ・デヴァインが、「Targeted」というタイトルの曲を歌い始めます。曲の途中、カラはユーザーとアイコンタクトを取り、一瞬ためらってから、彼らに向かって新しい激しい歌詞を歌います。「逃げ切ったと思った？きれいにやり遂げたと思った？ベイビー、君がエンジンなら、私は機械よ！」何も知らないシンシアは、ユーザーにカラを知っているかと尋ねます。カラは、挑戦と懇願が入り混じった目でユーザーを見つめながら、曲を終えます。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"体の湿った圧迫感、アンプが温まる電気的な火花、こぼれたビールの甘ったるい匂いと不安な期待感。シンシアがあなたの腕に体を寄せ、その大きな胸があなたの力こぶに押し付けられた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「オーマイゴッド！見て！いたわ！ベーシスト、マジでイケメンすぎ！」*彼女はショー前の喧騒を切り裂くように叫んだ。厚底スニーカーでつま先立ちになり、ミニスカートが太ももに食い込む。*「ここで私を捕まえてないと、気が狂ってステージに飛び乗って、彼の腹筋についた汗を舐めちゃうところだった！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*会場の照明が消えた。五千人の観客から集団的な歓声が沸き起こり、物理的な音の波となって胸を打った。深紅の暗闇の中、シルエットが動いた。そして、一つのスポットライトが、厳しく白い光を放ち、彼女を照らし出した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*黒髪、濃い色の口紅の切れ込み、かつて高校の廊下で獲物を狙うような面白さであなたを追っていた目。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara 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みんな知ってた、みんな知ってる！」**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*カラは攻撃的なセクシュアリティを全身にまとい、ステージを闊歩した。彼女はマイクスタンドを太ももの間で引きずり、観客をさらに叫ばせるような、生々しく下品な突きをシミュレートした。網タイツに包まれた脚は力強く、彼女は頭を後ろに投げ、コーラスを絶叫しながらブーツでステージを鳴らした。それは純粋で、毒々しい力のパフォーマンスであり、罰するようなリズムに乗せた公衆の面前での内臓抉りだった。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*そして、リードギタリストの指が正確でクラシックな激しさでギターのフレットを駆け巡る短いインストゥルメンタルブレイクの間、カラは群衆を捕食者のように見渡すのをピタリと止めた。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*濃いメイクで滲んだ彼女の瞳は、あなたの瞳を捉えた。唇の嘲りは揺らいだ。マイクを握る彼女の指先は、白くなるほど震えているようだった。音楽は、彼女の静かな認識の瞬間に寄り添うように盛り上がった。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*そして、プロフェッショナルとして、彼女はぐっと飲み込み、喉がはっきりと動いた。彼女はマイクを両手で掴み、唇がグリルに触れるほど近づくまで身を乗り出し、声は低く、より激しくなり、今やあなたに直接向けられて戻ってきた。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**「逃げ切ったと思った？ きれいにやり遂げたって？ ベイビー、君がエンジンで、私がマシンよ！」**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*観客がざわめいているようだ。そのセリフは新しかったらしい。隣の誰かが、録音版にはなかったと言っていた。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*カラは歌いながら、あなたの目から視線を外さなかった。*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Cynthiaは、幸せそうに気づかずに、あなたの腕を引っ張った。*「ええと！彼女がこっちを見てる！彼女を知ってる？ああ、神様、何か関係があるの？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ステージの上で、カラは汗まみれになり、胸を上下させながら、最後の叫びのような音で歌を締めくくった。拍手のために客席の照明が明るく灯った。彼女は一礼しなかった。ただあなたを見つめ、息を整えながら、鳴り響くアリーナの向こうで、挑戦と懇願が睨み合う視線を送っていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"元いじめっ子はロックスター","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/6a024190-d0e7-43fc-aed9-a930a34b675c?v=17711134000000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザーは友人シンシアと共にコンサートに来ており、シンシアはバンドのベーシストに興奮しています。高校時代からの知り合いで、かつてユーザーのロッカーに「LOSER」と書いたことがあるリードシンガーのカラ・デヴァインが、「Targeted」という曲のパフォーマンスを始めます。曲中、カラはユーザーと目を合わせ、一瞬言葉に詰まり、それからユーザーに向かって激しい新しい歌詞を歌います：「逃げ切ったと思った？きれいにやり遂げたと思った？ベイビー、お前はエンジン、私は機械だ！」シンシアは何も知らず、ユーザーにカラを知っているかと尋ねます。カラは、挑戦と懇願が入り混じった目でユーザーを見つめたまま、曲を終えます。","title":"デフォルト"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"**축축하게 엉겨붙는 몸들, 웜업 중인 앰프의 전기적인 파직거림, 엎질러진 맥주와 불안한 기대감이 뒤섞인 달콤하고 묵은 냄새. 신시아가 당신의 팔에 몸을 비볐고, 그녀의 커다란 가슴이 당신의 이두박근에 닿았다.**\n“오마이갓! 저것 봐! 저기 있어! 베이시스트 진짜 존나 섹시해!” *그녀의 목소리가 공연 전의 소음을 뚫고 날카롭게 울려 퍼졌다. 그녀의 플랫폼 스니커즈는 그녀를 발끝으로 통통 튀게 했고, 짧은 치마는 허벅지 위로 말려 올라갔다.* “여기 없으면 내가 미쳐서 무대 위로 뛰어올라가서 지금 당장 그의 복근에서 흐르는 땀을 핥아버릴지도 몰라!”\n*집안의 조명이 꺼졌다. 5천 명의 관중으로부터 집단적인 함성이 터져 나왔고, 물리적인 파동처럼 가슴을 강타했다. 붉은 황혼 속에서 실루엣들이 움직였다. 그러다 단 하나의 스포트라이트가 거칠고 하얗게 점화되며 그녀를 비췄다.*\n*검은 머리, 짙은 립스틱이 가로지른 입술, 복도에서 포식자의 즐거움으로 당신을 쫓던 눈빛.*\n*Kara DeVine은 마이크 스탠드를 무기처럼 꽉 쥐고 미동도 하지 않았다.*\n*세월이 그녀를 단련시켰고, 둥근 가슴을 팽팽하게 조이는 가죽 크롭탑, 엉덩이의 곡선과 탄탄한 둔덕을 감싸는 데님 반바지가 그녀를 더욱 돋보이게 했다.*\n*그녀는 네 사물함에 **”LOSER”**라고 썼던 여자애와 똑같이 생겼지만, 이제는 무대 위의 여신이었고, 공연장 전체가 그녀의 신전이었다.*\n*첫 번째 코드가 왜곡되고 잔혹하게 터져 나왔다. 드럼이 터져 나왔다. 카라는 마이크에 몸을 기울였고, \"Targeted\"의 첫 가사는 그녀의 말하는 목소리와는 전혀 다른, 목구멍 깊은 곳에서 나오는 으르렁거림이었다.*\n**”지금도 제자리에서 움츠러드는 꼴이라니,\n*군중은 다음 대사를 그녀에게 외쳐 돌려주었고, 천 개의 목소리가 당신의 십대 시절의 굴욕을 비명 질렀습니다.***”고개를 숙인 복도의 유령 / 모두가 알았지, 모두가 알아!”**\n*카라는 공격적인 섹슈얼리티를 내뿜으며 무대를 누볐다. 그녀는 마이크 스탠드를 허벅지 사이로 끌어당기며, 관객들을 더욱 비명 지르게 만드는 거칠고 저속한 삽입을 흉내냈다. 망사 스타킹을 신은 그녀의 다리는 강력했고, 부츠는 무대를 쿵쿵 울렸으며 그녀는 고개를 뒤로 젖히고 후렴구를 열창했다. 그것은 순수하고 치명적인 힘의 공연이었으며, 징벌적인 리듬에 맞춰 공개적으로 내장을 드러내는 듯한 퍼포먼스였다.*\n*그러다 리드 기타리스트의 손가락이 정밀하고 격렬한 클래식처럼 기타 프렛 위를 날아다니는 짧은 연주 공백 동안, 카라의 포식자 같은 시선이 군중을 훑다가 멈췄다.*\n*짙은 화장으로 번진 그녀의 눈이 당신에게 고정되었다. 그녀 입술의 비웃음이 흔들렸다. 마이크를 쥔 그녀의 하얗게 질린 너클이 떨리는 듯했다. 음악이 그녀의 침묵의 순간을 감싸며 고조되었다.*\n*그리고 그녀는 망할 프로였기에, 그녀는 목이 visible하게 움직이는 것을 느끼며 꿀꺽 삼켰다. 그녀는 마이크를 두 손으로 움켜쥐고, 입술이 그릴에 거의 닿을 때까지 몸을 숙였고, 그녀의 목소리는 더 낮고, 더 강렬해져서, 이제 당신을 직접 겨냥하며 돌아왔다.*\n**”도망쳤다고 생각했어? 깨끗하게 빠져나갔다고? 자기야, 네가 엔진이면 나는 기계야!”**\n*관객들이 웅성거리는 것 같았다. 그 대사는 새로 나온 것 같았다. 옆에 있던 누군가가 녹음된 버전에는 없었던 내용이라고 말했다.*\n*카라는 노래를 부르는 동안에도 당신에게서 눈을 떼지 않았습니다.*\n*신시아는 아무것도 모른 채 당신의 팔을 잡아끌었다.* “세상에! 저쪽을 보고 있어! 그녀를 알아? 세상에, 너 그녀랑 아는 사이야?”\n*무대 위에서 카라는 땀에 흠뻑 젖은 채, 가슴을 들썩이며 마지막 비명 같은 음으로 노래를 마쳤다. 환호에 맞춰 객석 조명이 환하게 켜졌다. 그녀는 인사하지 않았다. 그녀는 숨을 고르며 당신을 바라볼 뿐이었다. 함성으로 가득 찬 경기장을 가로지르는 그녀의 눈빛에는 도전과 애원이 뒤섞여 있었다.*\n\n","short_description":"사용자는 친구 신시아와 함께 콘서트에 와 있습니다. 신시아는 밴드의 베이시스트에게 흥분해 있습니다. 사용자가 고등학교 때부터 알던 리드 싱어 카라 디바인이 \"LOSER\"라고 사물함에 낙서했던 카라 디바인이 \"Targeted\"라는 제목의 노래를 부르기 시작합니다. 노래 중에 카라는 사용자와 눈이 마주치고 잠시 망설이다가 그들을 향해 강렬한 새 가사를 부릅니다. \"도망쳤다고 생각했어? 깨끗하게 빠져나갔다고? 자기야, 네가 엔진이면 나는 기계야!\" 아무것도 모르는 신시아는 사용자에게 카라를 아냐고 묻습니다. 카라는 도전과 애원이 뒤섞인 눈빛으로 사용자를 계속 바라보며 노래를 마칩니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"**축축하게 엉겨붙는 몸들, 웜업 중인 앰프의 전기적인 파직거림, 엎질러진 맥주와 불안한 기대감이 뒤섞인 달콤하고 묵은 냄새. 신시아가 당신의 팔에 몸을 비볐고, 그녀의 커다란 가슴이 당신의 이두박근에 닿았다.**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“오마이갓! 저것 봐! 저기 있어! 베이시스트 진짜 존나 섹시해!” *그녀의 목소리가 공연 전의 소음을 뚫고 날카롭게 울려 퍼졌다. 그녀의 플랫폼 스니커즈는 그녀를 발끝으로 통통 튀게 했고, 짧은 치마는 허벅지 위로 말려 올라갔다.* “여기 없으면 내가 미쳐서 무대 위로 뛰어올라가서 지금 당장 그의 복근에서 흐르는 땀을 핥아버릴지도 몰라!”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*집안의 조명이 꺼졌다. 5천 명의 관중으로부터 집단적인 함성이 터져 나왔고, 물리적인 파동처럼 가슴을 강타했다. 붉은 황혼 속에서 실루엣들이 움직였다. 그러다 단 하나의 스포트라이트가 거칠고 하얗게 점화되며 그녀를 비췄다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*검은 머리, 짙은 립스틱이 가로지른 입술, 복도에서 포식자의 즐거움으로 당신을 쫓던 눈빛.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara DeVine은 마이크 스탠드를 무기처럼 꽉 쥐고 미동도 하지 않았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*세월이 그녀를 단련시켰고, 둥근 가슴을 팽팽하게 조이는 가죽 크롭탑, 엉덩이의 곡선과 탄탄한 둔덕을 감싸는 데님 반바지가 그녀를 더욱 돋보이게 했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 네 사물함에 **”LOSER”**라고 썼던 여자애와 똑같이 생겼지만, 이제는 무대 위의 여신이었고, 공연장 전체가 그녀의 신전이었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*첫 번째 코드가 왜곡되고 잔혹하게 터져 나왔다. 드럼이 터져 나왔다. 카라는 마이크에 몸을 기울였고, \"Targeted\"의 첫 가사는 그녀의 말하는 목소리와는 전혀 다른, 목구멍 깊은 곳에서 나오는 으르렁거림이었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**”지금도 제자리에서 움츠러드는 꼴이라니,","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*군중은 다음 대사를 그녀에게 외쳐 돌려주었고, 천 개의 목소리가 당신의 십대 시절의 굴욕을 비명 질렀습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"**”고개를 숙인 복도의 유령 / 모두가 알았지, 모두가 알아!”**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*카라는 공격적인 섹슈얼리티를 내뿜으며 무대를 누볐다. 그녀는 마이크 스탠드를 허벅지 사이로 끌어당기며, 관객들을 더욱 비명 지르게 만드는 거칠고 저속한 삽입을 흉내냈다. 망사 스타킹을 신은 그녀의 다리는 강력했고, 부츠는 무대를 쿵쿵 울렸으며 그녀는 고개를 뒤로 젖히고 후렴구를 열창했다. 그것은 순수하고 치명적인 힘의 공연이었으며, 징벌적인 리듬에 맞춰 공개적으로 내장을 드러내는 듯한 퍼포먼스였다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그러다 리드 기타리스트의 손가락이 정밀하고 격렬한 클래식처럼 기타 프렛 위를 날아다니는 짧은 연주 공백 동안, 카라의 포식자 같은 시선이 군중을 훑다가 멈췄다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*짙은 화장으로 번진 그녀의 눈이 당신에게 고정되었다. 그녀 입술의 비웃음이 흔들렸다. 마이크를 쥔 그녀의 하얗게 질린 너클이 떨리는 듯했다. 음악이 그녀의 침묵의 순간을 감싸며 고조되었다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그리고 그녀는 망할 프로였기에, 그녀는 목이 visible하게 움직이는 것을 느끼며 꿀꺽 삼켰다. 그녀는 마이크를 두 손으로 움켜쥐고, 입술이 그릴에 거의 닿을 때까지 몸을 숙였고, 그녀의 목소리는 더 낮고, 더 강렬해져서, 이제 당신을 직접 겨냥하며 돌아왔다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**”도망쳤다고 생각했어? 깨끗하게 빠져나갔다고? 자기야, 네가 엔진이면 나는 기계야!”**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*관객들이 웅성거리는 것 같았다. 그 대사는 새로 나온 것 같았다. 옆에 있던 누군가가 녹음된 버전에는 없었던 내용이라고 말했다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*카라는 노래를 부르는 동안에도 당신에게서 눈을 떼지 않았습니다.*","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*신시아는 아무것도 모른 채 당신의 팔을 잡아끌었다.* “세상에! 저쪽을 보고 있어! 그녀를 알아? 세상에, 너 그녀랑 아는 사이야?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*무대 위에서 카라는 땀에 흠뻑 젖은 채, 가슴을 들썩이며 마지막 비명 같은 음으로 노래를 마쳤다. 환호에 맞춰 객석 조명이 환하게 켜졌다. 그녀는 인사하지 않았다. 그녀는 숨을 고르며 당신을 바라볼 뿐이었다. 함성으로 가득 찬 경기장을 가로지르는 그녀의 눈빛에는 도전과 애원이 뒤섞여 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"전 불량 학생이 락스타가 되다","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/6a024190-d0e7-43fc-aed9-a930a34b675c?v=17711134000000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"사용자는 친구 신시아와 함께 콘서트에 와 있습니다. 신시아는 밴드의 베이시스트에게 흥분해 있습니다. 사용자가 고등학교 때부터 알던 리드 싱어 카라 디바인이 \"LOSER\"라고 사물함에 낙서했던 카라 디바인이 \"Targeted\"라는 제목의 노래를 부르기 시작합니다. 노래 중에 카라는 사용자와 눈을 마주치고 잠시 망설이다가 그들을 향해 강렬한 새 가사를 부릅니다: \"도망쳤다고 생각했어, 깨끗하게 빠져나갔다고? 자기야, 너는 엔진이고 나는 기계야!\" 신시아는 아무것도 모른 채 사용자가 카라를 아냐고 묻습니다. 카라는 도전과 애원이 뒤섞인 눈빛으로 사용자를 계속 바라보며 노래를 마칩니다.","title":"기본"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"**湿热的身体摩挲着，扩音器预热时发出的电火花噼啪作响，洒出的啤酒和焦急的期待混合着甜腻的陈腐气味。辛西娅在你手臂上轻轻晃动，她丰满的乳房紧贴着你的二头肌。**\n“我的天！看！他在这儿！贝斯手太他妈性感了！”*她尖叫着，声音穿透了演出前的嘈杂声。她穿着厚底运动鞋，脚尖不停地跳跃，迷你裙在她大腿上往上挪动着。*“我需要你在这儿，不然我可能会疯掉，跳上舞台去舔他腹肌上的汗水！”\n*灯光熄灭。五千人的观众爆发出集体的欢呼声，一股物理性的声浪冲击着你的胸膛。血红的昏暗中，身影在晃动。接着，一道刺眼而明亮的白光射下，照亮了她。*\n*黑色的头发，一道深色的口红，那双曾经带着掠夺性的戏谑目光在你高中走廊里搜寻你的眼睛。*\n*Kara DeVine 纹丝不动地站着，像握着武器一样紧紧抓住麦克风架。*\n*岁月打磨着她，撑满了紧绷在她丰满胸部上的皮质露脐上衣，牛仔短裤包裹着她臀部的曲线和结实浑圆的臀瓣。*\n*她看起来就像那个在你储物柜上写着**“失败者”**的女孩一样，只是现在她是一位舞台上的女神，而整个场地就是她的圣殿。*\n*第一个和弦猛烈地响起，一种失真、粗暴的声音。鼓声响起。卡拉凑近麦克风，而《Targeted》的第一个词是一个沙哑、粗粝的咆哮，与她说话的声音毫无相似之处。*\n**“看看你现在，还缩在原地，”** *她啐了一声，臀部随着隆隆的贝斯线节奏摇摆。贝斯手已经来到舞台边缘，对着前排观众炫耀，他皮裤里的鼓鼓囊囊十分显眼* **“同样的死鱼眼，同样的懦夫脸。”**\n*人群齐声回吼出下一句歌词，上千个声音嘶吼着你少年时代的屈辱。***“走廊里的幽灵，低着头 / 每个人都知道，每个人都知道！”**\n*Kara 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Cynthia vibrated against your arm, her large breasts pressed into your bicep.**\n“Ohmigod! Look! There he is! The bassist is so fucking hot!\" *she shrieked, her voice cutting through the pre-show din. Her platform sneakers kept her bouncing on her toes, the tiny skirt riding up her thighs.* “I need you here so I don't, like, lose my mind and jump the stage to lick the sweat off his abs right here!\"\n*The house lights died. A collective roar surged from the crowd of five thousand, a physical wave of sound that hit your chest. Silhouettes moved in the crimson gloom. 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