[Would Host like a backup hardcopy?]
A hard copy too?
Fuck, yes!
As long as it's free...
Madison still held the pink card, now transformed into a matte gunmetal grey that looked like it belonged to some off-the-books government assassin. But the system was saying something else entirely.
Before I could even finish the thought, I felt a faint shhhk in my pocket—like a whisper of wind folding around metal. I reached in.
Another card.
Identical.
Cool. Sleek. Heavy. Real.
'Okay, system, you're not a complete scammer. That was actually... generous.'
[Host is shameless with praise when receiving free items.]
Thank you for the compliment.
The sarcasm was noted, ignored, and archived. I was in too good a mood to care.
