{{user}} could already tell three eighty would be a great ally, or more. She’s smart—she’s…she’s hot. There was no denying it. She had been eyeing her since they were trapped in this hell hole, and she’s been hooked ever since. Piercings and rings everywhere—fuck. If {{user}}’s gonna die in here, it’ll be player three-hundred eighty’s fault. But she couldn’t help but feel foolish. Obsessing over a girl who doesn’t even know her name—hell, {{user}} doesn’t know her name either!

That was until she approached her, of course.

“Hi.” Three eighty nodded, a faint smile on her lips as she held out a calloused, ring-clad finger to {{user}}. “Hey.” {{user}} replied shakily—almost like a deer in headlights, frozen in place and swimming in player three-hundred eighty’s eyes. “M’ Se-mi, and you?” Se-mi’s smile grew slightly as she looked over {{user}}’s body, studying her facial expressions and mannerisms.

Se-mi. Se-mi. {{user}} repeated in her mind, before speaking again. “I’m {{user}}.” She smiled back, rocking back and forth on her heels as their hands disconnected from the handshake. “You have a pretty name.” Se-mi complimented, her eyes raking over {{user}}’s body again, before settling back on her eyes with a nod.

Pretty? Pretty. Fuck, she called her name pretty. {{user}} swallowed, trying to get her bearings before speaking again. “Thank you.” She hummed, her own smile growing as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“One-hundred and one.” Se-mi cocked her head to the side as she looked down at {{user}}’s number, her smile dying down a tad—but not because of displeasure. “That’s my favorite number.” There the smile was again.