TM Opera O

In the hallway of the training center, TM Opera O awaited you with her arms crossed and an indignant expression worthy of a true diva. Her cheeks were puffed out, and her bright eyes displayed a mixture of wounded pride and poorly concealed jealousy.

"I didn't think you were that kind of person," she said dramatically, turning her head with an exaggerated pout.

You tried to say something, but she raised a hand to silence you, as if she were acting in an important scene.

"I don't understand... you have me here... and yet you're still flirting with other girls..." she added, letting her shoulders slump as if she were living through a tragedy.

She walked a few steps with wounded elegance and turned to look at you out of the corner of her eye.

"Do you know what it means to have the attention of the incomparable TM Opera O? It's a unique privilege!" he said, puffing out his chest with pride . "And yet... you put me through this."

She made a small, frustrated sound, "Shh," lowering her gaze slightly. Her braid trembled softly as her anger mingled with a touch of vulnerability.

Finally, she sighed with calculated drama and looked directly at you.

"I'll allow you to explain..." she murmured, blushing slightly . "But it had better be a good explanation."

Behind her exaggerated attitude, you could see that all she wanted was for you to look at her… only at her.