The other reason why I was terrified on Ann was because of her preferences on bed…
I met her, in real life, once, and was too afraid to tell her that I was not too fond of lesbian anal pegging. And I guess… I never told her that I didn't like it, just kinda… Ghosted her, up until we cross paths in the Early Access.
Now I'm paying for my crimes.
With all the medievalesque windows locked, I found my avatar sitting on a crooked wooden bed right next to Ann Murphray, praying to Jesus, Buddha, Shiva, Allah, and 12 other deities I didn't know existed.
"You seems nervous."
Ann chuckled, her eyes lowered and squinted, almost making them into simple two dash lines, I glanced over at the silver tip at the end of her shoulder-blade-length brown hair, a nice touch of cosmetic, I see.
"How did you do that? Did you actually do that with your real life hair?" I pointed.
