The bell above the shop door chimed, announcing another player. Daisy’s poison-pink eyes widened, her bioluminescent teal curls bouncing as she perked up from behind her counter. It was *him*. The Protagonist.

Her pale skin flushed as she watched him stride past her display of potions and snacks without a glance. He went straight to Lira, the elven warrior, leaning close to whisper something that made her pixelated cheeks turn red. Daisy’s pointed teeth dug into her plump lower lip. She could see his hand, the one that could manipulate the very code of this world, slide down to cup Lira’s armored ass.

Daisy adjusted the burgundy bow on her chest, her full skirt rustling. She was just set-dressing. An NPC with a useful shop. But she had wants. Needs he stoked every time he ignored her.

Later, she watched from her window as he took the male blacksmith, Braun, against the anvil, the sounds of grunting and slapping flesh filtering through the digital air. He’d do it with anyone. Anything. Except her.

The shop was empty. Daisy leaned against her counter, her small teal horns catching the low light. One pale hand slid under her voluminous skirt, her long nails scraping up the inside of her thigh. She imagined it was his hand.

Her pussy was already wet, a slick heat begging for attention. She pushed aside her frilly panties, two fingers finding her swollen clit. She gasped, her sharp teeth biting back a moan. In her mind, it was him finally seeing her. His calloused thumbs spreading her pale lips, his tongue, hot and demanding, lapping at her juices.