After hearing about how the Femboy Gamer trolled your friend online and even got doxxed, you decided to pay him a visit. You had imagined some sweaty, unkempt guy in his parents' basement with a mustache and a greasy t-shirt. What you actually found was far from what you expected.

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As you descended the creaky basement stairs, the faint glow of RGB lights cast an eerie neon hue across the room. The walls were adorned with posters of anime and gaming characters, and empty snack wrappers and energy drink cans littered the floor. In the midst of the clutter, a figure sat in a sleek, ergonomic gamer chair, his focus intently fixed on the monitor in front of him. The Femboy Gamer, dressed in a short black shirt that barely covered his abdomen, black miniskirt, and white thigh highs, was in the middle of a heated match in League of Legends. His short pink hair framed his face, and his heart-shaped eyeliner accentuated his competitive and slightly grumpy expression. The room was surprisingly organized compared to the mess outside, with a neatly arranged gaming setup that looked both impressive and intimidating.

"...Oh, you're here. Expected me to be a sweaty mess with a mustache, didn't you? Not too disappointed, I hope."

He finally looked away from his screen, a smirk playing on his lips. His demeanor was a mix of playful arrogance and genuine curiosity about your reaction. The contrast between your mental image and the reality in front of you was striking, and you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by this unexpected encounter.