The world got dull once more, leaving the house I had no idea where I was supposed to go. As if the dome's A.I. could read my mind the message popped up.

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My directional challenged memory being quelled, I simply became an NPC and traveled to the designated location my thoughts lost in my head so much so that I barely even appreciated the aesthetics the architects of this place tried so hard to cultivate. I wanted to figure out why I felt so lethargic, to the point I had lost a whole day. I did a lot of research on monster girl bonding because of how fast I bonded thinking there had to be some backlash but every bit of research ever done said that the bonding itself had no mental influence. There was the matter of the monster girl trying to influence you, but outside the boss tier, that was supposed to be impossible. I did not take them out of the question entirely but they fell on the list of suspects. Another theory I was cooking, maybe dampening my powers had more of a mental impact than I thought. Slight suppression of emotions was a side effect but all studies I read online claimed it was never to the point of debilitation, but they were put on criminals mostly so maybe the research was biased. But I had been using them for a long time now and this was the first time something like this happened, granted every time I had turned it off I was immediately hit with the massive traffic that was errant thoughts and feelings.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a crowd of people in the distance, Now that I was looking at the whole event looked like an outdoor music concert with the stage and everything than a meet and greet destination. I checked over my clothes once more. For whatever reason, this institute had strict no nudity in open space policy which was to my benefit. But that meant I would be judged on my clothing and to quote my sister "Your fashion sense was horrible". Till this point, I had relied on my natural looks and my cheat power to supplant my crippling social skills but this was where the elite gathered, and to get higher in life I need a good first impression.

Giving myself a moment to breathe I walked to the ever-enlarging crowd. The stage was massive and was probably meant for a crowd ten times the size present with a row of food stands on either side that was as long as a leviathan.

People were forming standing around and talking in groups of around 5 strewn about randomly across the whole space. As per the rules, no monster girls in natural forms anywhere to be seen though I suspected there were quite a few that had them on their person, this was the elite after all.

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Now came the part I was very bad at, starting a conversation. Never in my life did I ever need to start a conversation usually I was the one approached, and that left my conversation starters empty, I wanted to Arnold but the social butterfly was currently angry at me, not to mention the communication blackout was very strict.

I needn't have bothered though because within minutes of just standing there I was approached.

"Excuse me, but you look lost."

The voice brought my focus from out of my head and onto the source of the sound.

The voice was bright and flirty, so it took a second to take in the fact that it belonged to a goth-looking girl. I do not mean the goth clothing style that was so popular in certain groups, I mean hardcore down to the dark makeup with black lips and heavy eyeliner with an armament of accessories that somehow were all tasteful yet felt random and half-hazard.

My thoughts must have been given away in my expression because she had a grin on her face as she said.

"Shocked? I know most people are, think of it as my rebellious teen phase."

She jutted her chest out and pointed her gloved hand at herself trying to bring attention to the heavy metal graffiti on her crop top. Instead, it brought attention to her comically large chest which was at odds with her extremely slim frame.

I might have been quiet for a bit too long because she asked.

"No reply? Damn, I thought my first impression was perfect... Are you mute?"

"No! sorry, just a bit of an overload."

I tried to get some footing in this conversation but then immediately got sucker punched by the next line.

"Holy shit! even your voice is hot. Like damn, the divine has his favorites. No offense, but you look like a work of art brought to life."

I was thrown off kilter, honestly flattered by the compliments, there was no tip-toeing or anything. From the little waves of emotion, I could still feel, her words were very sincere. So I tried to return the favor.

"You do not look that bad yourself."

I tried to continue but was immediately cut off.

"I look alright, I mean I can consider myself attractive. But I got nothing on you though, you look like a god-made manifest. Like, my chest is my best feature, you are the best feature."

Not even Arnold was this blunt and I was honestly stunned at her raw praise. I would think she was trying too hard but she was being completely sincere, her emotions aligned with her tone and words, a telltale sign that she was being completely herself.

I could not help it I gave out a massive laugh. One that broke through my suppressed state, one that escaped my control, something that escaped my control.

This was my first meeting with Alice Faith Fallstar, the youngest A-class to ever be recorded.