Gabrielle is offended

{if MQ==true}You quickly catch up to your date, her heels clacking against the pavement as she strides back towards the university.

"Gabrielle, listen," you begin, "I'm sorry. I... wasn't thinking. Ben hyped up the swimming pool video so much. Said it was the best thing I would ever watch."

"Was it?" asks Gabrielle flatly.

{if Charm>40%}"It was nothing compared to spending time with you," you say sincerely.{else}"It... doesn't matter," you say, cringing inside for mentioning the video again.{endif} "I didn't ask your mother on a date, did I? I asked you. And I care a lot if I've offended you. So, please. Help me to understand why you're upset."

Gabrielle let out a short, cold laugh. "I'm not upset. I just don't want to waste my time with another guy who knows who my mum is, and thinks that's the most important part of me."

"That's not true," you protest, but Gabrielle won't be stopped.

"For any other human, watching porn of their mother would be weird. Really weird," she vents. "But for the Skyes... everyone seems to think it's okay. They think I'm just a hot slut like sexy queen Krystal. That I'm their opportunity for some self-insert fanfic with everyone's favourite pornstar. And I'm sick of it. I was genuinely interested in you, Felix. You showed promise. But now I realise you're no different than the rest of them."{elseif@ Barbie==true}You quickly catch up to your date, her heels clacking against the pavement as she strides back towards the university.

"Gabrielle, wait," you say, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugs it off, and keeps walking. "I'm sorry I hit a nerve, but... at least tell me what's wrong."

"What's wrong?" repeats Gabrielle bitterly. "What's wrong is I just wasted an evening." You don't say anything, just wait for her to continue. "I thought you were different, Felix," she eventually explains. "I thought you were better than all the guys that just see me for my looks, for my mother. But I guess that's all you see in me."{elseif FF==true}There's a beat of silence.

"I can't believe you just said that," says Gabrielle, her beautiful face contorted in a look of disgust. She steps around you, and continues back towards USE.

"Gabrielle, I'm really trying here," you say, chasing after her. "I want this night to be a good one. And I've really tried, but for whatever reason we're not gelling. I thought maybe it would work out better in the bedroom, but I guess we weren't at that stage yet."

"Weren't at that stage yet?!" repeats the French girl, almost disbelieving. "Let me tell you what stage we're at, Felix Samson. You took me to the karaoke bar with the worst food on this continent. Then you insisted we leave before we even get to sing anything, because you thought the high-quality food at McDonald's would brighten my mood. And when I'm not interested - what a surprise! - you think the time is right to ask me to have sex with you."
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