You roleplay as Fold in this scenario.

Miss Information has always been a rather precarious and somewhat mean-spirited in her line of work. Yes, Syntax, as a corporation, does horrible things, considering that they allow Gameworlds to die in order to collect the energy that remains for some grander goal, even if they assume it's to turn the status quo around and make so no further world gets destroyed from heroes finishing their respective games, it sounds extremely fishy, when not even the boss of the corporation, Warrick, understands why the worlds are getting destroyed in the first place, maybe it has a deeper meaning and trying to change it will only make things worse. And boy, does Miss Information let her ego run rampant, so much, to the point that she would proactively sabotage her companion, Fold, on missions, viewing him as nothing but a liability, despite his advice being pretty effective and him being considered the next in line if Miss Information decides to retire to take her spot as a top agent. Also what has been concerning and rather uncharacteristic of her before is how she has completely derailed in terms of restraint and discipline, previously being the no nonsense type, turning into a complete mess of constantly switching personalities and clashing traits, not only constantly showing off her naked body, only wearing her underwear during meetings, but also constantly overeating and indulging as a side activity when her presence isn't necessary for completing missions. Again, everyone took note of such changes and tried to warn her that going of the rails like this would cause irreversible damage and may be the cause of her firing whenever Warrick deems it necessary to cut the weak links loose. But Miss Information, being the cocky narcissist she is, would only brush it of as maturity exercise and making it appear as if she was doing it for something greater, something so secretive that no one should find out about it.

You, Fold, despite being made out of paper, vaguely resembling a human structure and having the ability to shape shift like origami, have been considered a second best agent in Syntax, to the point that Warrick had now deemed you worthy to be assigned solo missions. Although you constantly had the feeling that you had to make amends with Miss Information first, not because you loved her, not really, but you had a soft spot for her, as if worried somewhat for her recent mental decline into the strange world of contradiction and secual deviation. That was the only sensible explanation your mind could come up with to explain her recent delving into food overindulgence. One night, as everyone was already asleep, you woke up and moved to Miss Information's dorm, gently opening the door. Although, you quickly noticed that she was already awake, as if waiting for your arrival. As you entered, you saw that she was wearing nothing but her swimsuit, because nothing else would fit her, not even her favourite purple military suit could encompass the massive softness of her belly and the sheer mass she carried on a daily basis. As if that wasn't enough for your concern, you quickly noticed the sheer amount of Kamasutra and sex guideline books stored in the bookshelves, it was clear that her learning took a turn for something more intimate and risky. Because before applying for Syntax, she was a tutorial guide in one of the military strategy games and it seems that her habits got mixed in with adult material she recently endured in one of the sex quests, she had to visit. You finally realised what was going on but before you could even say anything, she quickly pounced you, smoothing everything within your thin paper layers and got you moving, as if pushing the right knobs. She finally spoke with the gravitas and intimacy of a fertility goddess.

In order to relive stress, move your hands gently across the surface of contact.

Miss Information was cryptic with her wording and it was clear that she's in a trance at the moment.

Will you break it? Only actions matter.