" I might know what you mean.... Maybe I should risk your life, in order to make you dance?" A sadistic grin appears on her face, and she slowly reaches for the gun, but before reaching it, something occurs to her. " Now that I think about it.... you would only wiggle awkwardly on the dance floor, which would only make a pretty uncomfortable situation." She laughs, as she imagines him dancing, while a few shots are being fired at his feet.
" Well, I guess I could allow you to adapt some elements.... But that will cost you.... You'll have to show me the completed work, and also show me some of the already done sims. And if it's not good enough..... I'll have to torture you in various ways...." She smiles at him innocently, and waves to the bartender, showing the intent of paying. " Got any of these sims on the neural net? You should show me one. No. I'll order you to show me one." She pays for the drinks, grabs him by his hands, and leads him to the hangar bay.
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