The Supreme Empress was comfortably seated in the lap of a handsome young man whose hands were hidden underneath her shirt. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was playfully rubbing her belly due to the rising and falling of the fabric at that spot on her body.
When Sarah read the notification mentioning a special guest, she thought it would be a friend or something, but this one was very clearly a... "She has a boyfriend!!" The woman squealed once again. Her life had been very depressive since getting laid off, doubly so because Luna stopped streaming, so this sort of excitement was a nice breath of fresh air that her heavy heart desperately needed.
She glanced at the chat, hoping to find more info, and saw it get bombarded with messages—well, as much as a humble stream with 11 viewers could be.
- Lapdog of the Empress: Supreme Empress!!! Who is the bastard upon whose lap your heavenly rear mounds rest?! I demand an explanation!"
- Thirsty247: It should've been me!"
- DeleteYuumi: Shut up, simps. Mistress Luna, would you kindly introduce the gentleman?
Although Luna had a very small community, thanks to her domineering personality, the few viewers she had ended up developing a sort of running gag where they treated her like she was their empress. Though, some took it more seriously than they had any right to...
Sarah couldn't hold a jovial giggle back. She turned onto her stomach, and before she knew it, her feet were already weaving through the air in playful, excited kicks.
She also joined the conversation.
- Princeless Princess: Kyaaa!!! Congratulations, your boyfriend is so hot!
- Lapdog of the Empress: Shut up, loner princess. This is most definitely not her lover, for she has none!
- TouchGrass: Give up already, dude. You're embarrassing yourself.
- Lapdog of the Empress: O' Divine Empress, I beg of you while kowtowing on all fours, clear this ugly misunderstanding up!!!
...
In the meantime, at the Ashborn residence.
Alice Ashborn had just finished her combat training, so it was time to begin getting coached by the rank 1 player she hired so that she could become good enough to secretly get matched up with her big brother in ranked games without his knowledge.
Before she did that, though, she pulled her phone out. Part of her daily routine was checking Kaiden's Twitt*r account in hopes of him posting something new. He rarely did, maybe once a month at most.
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