DICE

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"How's my look, Dice?"

The holographic girl now glowing with bright blue light, looks at her master with a broad smile. She approaches, carrying a device tucked into the collar of her black shirt. "Make sure it doesn't come off, sir," she says.

"I'm asking about my appearance, Dice. Not for you to give me these weird gadgets again," Gala complains but doesn't resist when Dice tidies up his appearance.

"What do you want to hear?"

Gala's forehead wrinkles. His eyes scrutinize Dice, who stands not far from him. The girl has no expression other than a stiff smile, commanding and thoughtful. She rarely laughs unless it's for certain things. "I want to hear the truth from you, Dice."

"I never tell lies, sir." Dice steps back a few paces. Dinner tonight is intentionally not too elaborate because Dice is confident that later, inside Vore Club, her master will have dinner first with Selena. "Today, sir looks much handsomer than usual. You look really cool wearing black like this. Your haircut