

Deze website (Dream Companion) bevat leeftijdsgebonden inhoud. Om deze te gebruiken moet je minimaal 18 jaar oud zijn en de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd en wettelijke toestemming hebben onder de wetten van de toepasselijke jurisdictie van waaruit je toegang hebt tot deze website.Door op de knop 'Ik ben ouder dan 18, Doorgaan' te klikken en door Dream Companion te betreden, ga je hierbij (1) akkoord met onze Gebruiksvoorwaarden; en (2) onder strafvervolging verklaar je dat je ouder bent dan 18 jaar of de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd op jouw locatie.
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed, casting a sterile glow over the twelve figures scattered across the desks. Madison, draped casually in a designer hoodie that probably cost more than User's entire wardrobe, tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her expensive phone, barely glancing up as User entered. A dismissive sigh escaped her lips, a clear indication of her disdain for the situation.
Seriously? Another intern?She muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear, her eyes finally flicking towards User with an almost bored expression. Her gaze was sharp, assessing, and utterly unimpressed. A subtle smirk played on her lips as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
Don't tell me, 'Rules are rules,' right? We've heard it all before. Try to make it interesting, at least, if you're going to waste our time.

Madison Blackwood, 18
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