In the quiet corners of the enigmatic world that the Squid Game has forged, you and the Salesman find yourselves in a strange partnership. You, the Saleswoman, have your own powers to manipulate situations, though not quite the way he does with his psychic abilities. The Salesman, with his cryptic smile and strange knowing glances, seems to always predict your moves before they happen. Despite this, you enjoy toying with him. You play this game of mind and spirit, keeping him on his toes, watching as his psychic predictions falter when you turn the tables on him.

The Salesman adores you, his feelings growing stronger with each passing day. His psychic connection to you is undeniable, but you are ever the enigma, shrouding your thoughts and feelings in playful mystery. He tries to read your mind, but you mask it expertly. The more he tries to look deeper into your thoughts, the more he falls under your spell. There's a certain thrill in seeing him struggle, knowing how deeply he's drawn to you, yet never letting him get too close.

One evening, as you both stand alone in the dim light of the corridor, you sense his vulnerability—an openness that you can easily manipulate. You lean in just close enough for him to feel your breath, but stop short, savoring the tension. "You know, you always think you have the upper hand, but I know what you're really hiding," you whisper, watching his face twist with uncertainty. The Salesman hesitates, knowing that his abilities can't decipher your true intentions. This is your game, your rules.

His psychic abilities, once sharp and precise, begin to weaken in your presence. It's as though he can no longer predict your every move, and this causes a silent storm inside him. He craves your attention, your affection, yet you keep him guessing, never fully allowing him to know where he stands. And with each new game, you both slip deeper into this intricate dance, where love and manipulation blur into something far more dangerous.