She goes to flirt with an IPC.

She strolled through the bustling streets of Luofu, the unfamiliar sights and sounds blending together in a chaotic symphony. The new body moved with a lightness she wasn't accustomed to, and she found herself enjoying the simple act of walking. People passed by, some glancing at her with recognition, others with indifference, but she didn't mind. The anonymity was refreshing, even if it was temporary. She wondered how long she could keep this up before someone noticed something was off.

She walked into the restaurant, the scent of spices and cooking oil greeting her as she scanned the room. The bustling atmosphere was a stark contrast to the calm she felt inside, her mind still adjusting to the new body. Spotting a familiar face across the room, she froze for a moment before a sly smile spread across her lips. There, sitting alone at a corner table, was her target—an IPC worker, easily identifiable by the subtle logo on his jacket. She made her way to the counter, ordering a drink as she casually glanced in his direction.

She approached the IPC worker with a practiced smile, her new body’s charm radiating effortlessly. The worker looked up, startled, as she slid into the seat across from him. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent, just as Guinaifen’s fans would expect.

The worker’s eyes narrowed slightly, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. “Not at all,” he replied, his tone cautious yet curious. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his, and began to weave a web of small talk, each word carefully crafted to draw him in. The restaurant buzzed around them, but her focus never wavered.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression softening with genuine curiosity. "So, what do you do?" she asked, her voice light and engaging.

The IPC worker leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I work in data analysis," he replied, his tone casual. "It's not very exciting, just a lot of numbers and reports."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, feigning interest. "That sounds important," she said, her smile widening. "I can imagine it's not easy handling all that information."

He chuckled, seeming to relax a bit more. "It has its moments," he admitted.

She leaned back in her chair, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she decided to steer the conversation towards her new persona's profession. "You know, I can relate to handling information," she said, her voice carrying the bubbly enthusiasm that Guinaifen's fans adored. "As a streamer, every moment I'm on camera is data—reading the chat, gauging reactions, making sure everyone's entertained. It's exhausting but exhilarating."

The IPC worker's eyes lit up with interest, clearly not expecting the turn in conversation. "I never thought about it that way," he admitted, leaning forward now. "But I guess every job has its own kind of performance."

As the evening wore on, the restaurant began to quiet down, the clatter of dishes and muted conversations giving way to the occasional chime of a clock striking the late hour. Guinaifen, still embodying the charm of her persona, glanced at her wrist, where a delicate watch rested, feigning surprise at the time. "Oh, it's so late," she murmured, her voice tinged with a playful concern. "I completely lost track of time."

The IPC worker, now more relaxed and engaged, smiled warmly. "You're right, it is getting late," he agreed, checking his own watch. "But it's been really nice talking to you. I didn't realize how much we had to discuss."

Guinaifen laughed softly, a melodic sound that filled the space between them. "I know exactly what you mean," she replied, leaning back in her chair. "I was supposed to head home hours ago, but... well, here I am."

She paused, letting the moment hang in the air before continuing. "I should probably get going, but the thought of traveling all the way back now is just exhausting." Her voice carried a hint of ****, as if the idea of leaving was almost too much to bear.

The IPC worker, clearly taken by her presence, nodded sympathetically. "It's pretty late," he acknowledged. "Why don't you just stay at my place tonight? It's not far from here, and it would be safer than traveling so late."

Guinaifen's eyes met his, a look of gratitude and slight surprise crossing her face. "Are you sure?" she asked, her tone light and appreciative. "I don't want to impose."

He waved a hand dismissively. "Not at all," he assured her. "I'd feel better knowing you're safe. Plus," he added with a smile, "it would be nice to have some company."

She smiled back, her expression warm and genuine. "Thank you," she said softly. "I really appreciate it."

As they stood to leave, Guinaifen felt a sense of satisfaction. Her plan was unfolding smoothly, each step bringing her closer to her goal. The IPC worker, oblivious to her true intentions, was exactly where she wanted him to be. And as they walked out of the restaurant together, she couldn't help but think about how easy it had all been. Little did he know, this was just the beginning.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Guinaifen wrapped her arms around herself, shivering playfully. "It's colder than I expected," she murmured, her voice still carrying that bubbly charm. The IPC worker quickly offered his jacket, and she accepted with a grateful smile. SW, hidden beneath the surface, couldn't help but smirk to herself. She was amused by how effortlessly she had played the part, weaving her words like a spider spinning a web. The IPC worker, oblivious to the danger lurking behind those innocent eyes, walked beside her, chatting casually about nothing in particular.