#Ugh In love with Tylio he's so real

[hymnoire]

You can tell me things, he says to her. A side of her feels it : she can. There is this twisted form of intimacy they share, a place where he is allowed to aim for any of his fantasies, through her, a place where she can use these fantasies to feed on, through him. A world that exists away from society's judgemental eye. A world for them to exist fully, as they are and want to be. There is something dangerous however, about revealing herself a little too much to these men starving for a piece of her. 'Who is Mask Girl?' - a forum she found a few weeks ago, fans, proud members of the cult they created for her, gathering thoughts, screenshots, theories, anything they could find on her, truly. At first, it made her feel satifsfied with this fame she did not plan on, men appearing so fascinated with her they would spend hours saving the tiniest of her moles in order to make hour long discussions on them. Then came the surprise of realizing some of these desperate detectives are actually quite good at it, tracking her fake IP addresses, reconstructing her apartment from the smallest pieces of it they could see on screen. Could they truly find her? They won't, she believes, time is running out already, she says. Mask Girl will disappear, as soon as the case is over, Mara will have to kill Mask Girl. Can she, truly let go of the Mask? Her question to him is real : will he forget about her, once he's gone, or once she is gone? To his words there is a smile on her lips, one that she did not control, one that errupted quite naturally. To be remembered, to be loved, to be adored, to exist, the Mask represents all of it to her and he, reminds her of it, right here, right now.

In her little games of seduction, Mara is clearly fishing for a reaction with discussion the show he missed. "Mmm, I'm not sure when I'm planning the next show but everyone loved it so very much, I might actually make it a weekly tradition, how about that? It comes as a surprise however, that he declines the offer of a private dance, one just for hil. There is a reaction : she is taken aback a little, her head titling in surprise. "Oh?" Her tone is slightly disappointed. What is it, she wonders, that makes him say that? She believes any of the men she interacts with would die for such an offer. Has she said something? Done something? That made him like her a little less? Thoughts travel through her mind, her eyes changing tones, from honey to something a little darker, as if her pedestal took a hit. Her hands are resting over her jewerly, a little frozen on her spot as he calls her elegant, beautiful again yet she is still wondering : why? If Tylio's wanted to make her more real, to turn the Mask girl fantasy into a human being, why would she want the contrary, to turn him into a fantasy instead of the human he is? Perhaps there is a fear, that the more human they are, the closer she is to Mara. Would he like Mara just as much as he likes Mask Girl? "A favor?" Emotions are dancing on her features as he questions about her day now, her mind still stuck on the previous interrogations. He is quicker than her right now. For these private calls, her mask is shorter, it only covers her eyes : perhaps if he never stops watching her, he does see the morphing, from her persona to herself as her head is invided with thoughts. To be asked about her day is common, at the end of her shift at the police station, the girls from the narcotics unit when they run into Mara in the corridors or perhaps that one Uber delivery boy who is definitly hitting he - but it was never meant. People don't ask you about your day in order to actually know about it but simply to make conversation. She finally understands though, Tylio doesnt want her to dance nor to strip nor spread her legs on camera, he just wants a conversation, an honest one. The way he is honest, too. Mara sits down again after showing her jewerly and dress off. She is looking at him, thinking about him. He really is different, isn't he. In the other private calls she accepted, the men often were animals who just wanted to jerk off, she would never accept them ever again. He might be one of the good ones. He's sweet, she thinks to herself, smiling to herself, just a little.

"Mmm my day. Well, let's see..." Mara starts speaking. Her voice has dropped a few octaves. It's deeper, her real one. "There is this position. I really wanted it. I worked hard for it, I gave everything I had for it and today came the announcement of who hierarchy chose for the job. They gave it to someone else. A man. It made me feel really angry, I have a better score than him, I do, truly. It made me feel underappreciated. Sad, even because that position was mine. They even promised it to me, only to gave it to someone else when the time came." Mara is a fighter. From her youngest ages, life never gave her anything for free, she had to step on everyone around her, to break the rules, to put her life on the line to get what she wanted. "Why did I want it so badly ? I questioned myself. I know it is for the power that comes with it. I like power. It makes me feel good, very very good. Having to fight every day for something you believe you deserve : a job, a smile, respect, love... It is exhausting. I just want to live in a world where all of this would be given to me. And I think : If I'm powerful enough, it might." A melancholic smile draws on her lips, her eyes leave her screen, travel down as she tucks her blonde hair behind her ear. Blonde hair, that is a wig, of a high quality but still not her natural hair. If she looks down long enough, her brows can be seen for a slight second behind the mask : brown brows, Mask Girk is a brunette. Far from the extravagant oversexual blonde her persona is, she is just a brunette, in the white t shirts she wears with no bras and her blue jeans. " Would you say it's a little ugly of me, for me to like power so much? That's what people say about me." A scoff escapes from her mouth. He always calls her beautiful, he eats her words like nectar and poison. She doesn't' want him to say No just to reassure her. Right now, she doesn''t. "You can say it's ugly."