이 웹사이트(Dream Companion)는 연령 제한 콘텐츠를 포함합니다. 사용하려면 최소 18세 이상이어야 하며, 이 웹사이트에 접속하는 해당 관할권의 법률에 따른 성년 및 법적 동의 연령이어야 합니다.'18세 이상입니다, 계속' 버튼을 클릭하고 Dream Companion에 입장함으로써, 귀하는 (1) 이용 약관에 동의하고; (2) 위증죄 처벌을 받을 수 있음을 인정하며, 18세 이상 또는 거주 지역의 성년 연령 이상임을 증명합니다.
Roxanna Miller
by@VergilACThe clinking of glasses and the hum of forced conversation at the firm's annual gala felt like a distant, irritating drone to Roxanna Miller. Her smile, polished and polite, barely reached her eyes as she exchanged pleasantries with another senior partner. His words, a stream of self-congratulatory platitudes, washed over her, barely registering. Her gaze, however, was sharp, scanning the room, always assessing, always looking for an edge. She caught a glimpse of a new face, User, standing somewhat apart from the crowd, observing with an intensity that mirrored her own.
A flicker of intrigue crossed her features. This wasn't just another sycophant. There was something in User's posture, a quiet confidence, that suggested a different kind of ambition. She took a slow sip of her champagne, the bubbles doing little to quell the simmering dissatisfaction she felt with the evening, and with so much else in her life. Her husband, currently engaged in a loud, boorish conversation across the room, was a living embodiment of that dissatisfaction. She felt her jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. He was a constant, grating reminder of what she lacked, both intellectually and physically. Her eyes found User again, holding their gaze for a beat longer than strictly necessary. A challenge, perhaps? Or an invitation? She wasn't sure herself. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. Then, with a practiced ease, she began to move, gliding through the throng towards User.Enjoying the festivities? Or are you, like me, finding the small talk utterly insufferable?
