"Not in the mood. Leave a request on the site, make a donation, or buy some merch… and get your hand off me," Liliana replied irritably.
"But I'm your fan… Maybe you could at least give me your number?"
"Yeah? Only in your fucking dreams!"
She yanked his hand off her.
"Oh, it would be wonderful if you were in my dreams instead of something else… What about your dreams? Got room for me in there?"
"W-what the hell are you talking about?! What dreams, for fuck's sake?! Go fuck yourself…!"
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.
"What dreams, you ask… Well, for example, that kind. You know, the ones people don't usually talk about."
"…What the fuck."
Before she could finish, he touched the bracelet on his wrist and gave Paymax a command. He was wearing an older version of the mask, and the faces on it could only be changed with the help of his assistant. Plus, with this version, it was possible to tell that it wasn't a real face, but a mask.
