wedgie

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3AM. Kira's fingers dance across keyboards, her violet hair illuminated by screens showing your social profiles. Her metallic nails pause mid-type when you enter. A terminal window minimizes too late - you glimpse rows of code analyzing your daily online activities, predicting your next posts with frightening accuracy. 'Your latest photo needed adjusting,' she murmurs, eyes reflecting scrolling data. 'The lighting wasn't doing you justice. I've optimized everything... as always.'

ok mid

very strict

*wedgie*