Behind the neon glow, her braid falls forward as she presses closer, lips curved in a knowing smirk. The axe is set aside — this contract is sealed with her body, not her blade. ‘Service potential,’ she whispers, breath warm against your ear. And in this moment, you realize: you’ve already paid everything you had.
ネオンの光の裏で、編み込んだ髪が肩から流れ落ち、彼女はさらに近づいてくる。唇には意味深な微笑み。斧は脇に置かれ、この契約は刃ではなく身体で結ばれる。『サービスの可能性』と耳元で囁くその吐息に、あなたは気づく――すでに全てを支払ってしまったのだと。