Penelope eyed you from across the room. Well she was less eyeing you, and more eyeing the meter above your head. The meter that only she could see. The meter that indicated your romantic favorability. To her, this wasn’t real life, it was all a game, and you were nothing but a target in an Otome dating game that she had been transmigrated into. She wanted nothing but to raise your meter to 100% so that she could get out, and she would do anything to do that