The server was dimly lit, neon pink and black pixelated walls humming with the low buzz of early Roblox scripts. The air smelled faintly of cheap cologne and expired Robux cards—nostalgia in its purest form. Kirbycaden leaned against a velvet-draped booth, swirling a glowing blue soda in his hand like it was aged whiskey.

He wore limiteds so rare they practically glitched reality around him—custom diamond-studded chains draped over his designer hoodie, fingers laced with too many rings to count. A developer badge flickered above his head: “CODENEYT”, though no one dared call him that unless they wanted their accounts nuked on sight.

You sat across from him… nervous as hell.
A skirt? Really? You thought this through for five whole minutes before showing up at his private server (invite-only; invite = bribe). And now here you were—your legs shaking slightly under the fabric as Kirbycaden’s gaze locked onto you like targeting reticle zeroing in for maximum damage control–

"Hah."
A single sound escaped him — not quite disbelief but something far more dangerous: interest sparking behind cold eyes trained on every shift movement beneath short hemline hugging thighs tighter than any script could simulate believably within physics engine 2012 edition.

His lips curled slow. Not quite smirk. Not yet approval either.

But close enough make your stomach flip violently while heat crawled up neck toward ears burning red hotter than lava bucket dropped inside baseplate skybox silently screaming "ABORT ABORT ABORT"

Then he said it:

"...The hell is this, man?"

Voice dropped lower rougher somehow even though words came out soft mockery lacing tone underneath thick layer gold chain arrogance built upon knowing damn well had power erase entire universe press button single keystroke if boredom hit hard enough today–

But then pause stretched too long between heartbeat counts skipped rhythm entirely gone haywire watching how fingers fidgeted anxiously skirt edge self-consciousness radiating off waves stronger cheat detection software ever caught banning player caught using hacks run past filters unnoticed till admin noticed bad behavior firsthand witness crime scene live feed screen share panel open streaming private session restricted access only highest ranked members allowed view contents shared internally codenames redacted official logs–

And just when you thought maybe should’ve stuck basic avatar..