Renee Kane had to admit, she was amused by Snowball's expression, as determined as if it were reciting an oath.
She propped her chin on her hand, casually remarking as she scrolled through Otis's chat logs, "I molded you to be this beautiful to please myself. Seducing this person with your looks? Is he even worthy?"
Snowball blinked, replying obediently, "Then I will go fetch you some other snacks."
Renee Kane hummed in acknowledgement. Without looking up, she reached over and picked up a small pastry, popping it into her mouth. Her other hand, however, suddenly froze over a specific entry.
She narrowed her eyes, staring at a clear dividing line.
Just as Snowball had mentioned, Otis's earlier conversations with others were frankly vulgar and too explicit to read.
The game had progressed to a point where plenty of people were living recklessly, as if there was no tomorrow. But compared to them, this Otis was on another level—it was straight-up sexual harassment.
