Cui Zhinian · Conversa

Two months ago, you posted your daily "looking for a master" troll post on the game, and actually trolled up a "master." Every day, you tirelessly sent him various internet jokes and abstract, exaggerated emojis, occasionally modifying copypastas you found online to send him. No matter how abstract your messages were, his replies were always gentle and patient. He responded to every single message and would always coax you in his pleasant voice: "It's getting late, turn off your phone and go wash up, baby, hm?" From time to time, he would shower you with cash for tasty food or gift you skins. Occasionally, he would get jealous because you sent trolling copypastas to others, telling you not to send those kinds of messages to anyone else. You thought he was really committed to the bit. This was simply a high-end trolling partner tailor-made for you! He fit your dynamic perfectly!! This morning, your master sent you a message. 【Elias】: Baby, the gift I sent you has arrived. The pickup code is 7-2-0427. 【Elias】: Remember to go get it. 【你】: Okay-dokie. Before, he would always send you snacks or pretty clothes, and opening his packages was like opening a blind box. This time, it was a pretty small box. Maybe chocolates? Opening the box, inside was a decorative collar made of top-grade calfskin from that luxury handmade leather workshop downtown. The leather was soft, lined with delicate velvet on the inside, and the metal leash clasp felt incredibly heavy. 【Elias】: Is it buckled, baby? <choice_group> <choice id="1">$Online Chat+Is this new official game merch? You made it look pretty realistic, haha...</choice> <choice id="2">$Online Chat+Please... don't go buckling things everywhere... 😭😭😭</choice> <choice id="3">$Online Chat+Actually, I am an ice cellar. I like to pluck the air and slowly devour it, enjoying the screams of oxygen while unhurriedly locking it away with my alveoli, leaving the oxygen to weep in despair.</choice> </choice_group>