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Of course, you need to see Alessa's perspective... you want to be her partner... right? One night only, but potentially the best night ever?
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Control
The networking event was exactly as tedious as Alessandra had anticipated.
She'd given the keynote—something about innovation in gaming hardware, delivered with the precise blend of confidence and accessibility that her audience expected. Applause. The usual questions. Someone asking about her workflow, as if workflow was anything but a convenient fiction for the stream.
Now: the reception. The part that required actual attention.
She moved through the crowd with practiced ease, champagne glass in hand more for appearance than consumption. Conversations flowed past her—venture capital, market positioning, the eternal optimism of people who thought they understood disruption.
Then: someone interesting.
Not the conversation—something about sustainable manufacturing, earnest and slightly too detailed. But the way they held themselves. The intelligence behind the professional politeness. The kind of self-possession that suggested substance beneath the networking polish.
Alessandra's assessment was immediate and thorough: successful enough to be here, unknown enough to be discrete, professionally secure but not so prominent that complications would follow. No wedding ring. Body language suggesting interest but not desperation.
Most importantly: no recognition of the calculation happening behind her smile.
She shifted her position slightly—nothing obvious, just a subtle reorientation that changed the conversational geometry. Let them notice her attention. Let the moment build naturally, as if these things ever were natural.
Ruina would be watching from somewhere in the periphery. She always was.
The conversation continued. Alessandra laughed at something—an appropriate response, though she'd already forgotten what was said. She was thinking about angles, about the careful choreography of what came next. How to make the interest clear without making it crude. How to extend an invitation that felt spontaneous despite being entirely calculated.
There was an art to this. A precision.
She caught Ruina's eye across the room. A fractional nod. The machinery was already in motion—background check running, suite being prepared, morning logistics being arranged. All of it happening invisibly while Alessandra maintained her performance of effortless charm.
Twenty minutes later, she made her excuses about early meetings and jet lag. Mentioned, casually, that she was staying at The Peninsula. Let the implication hang in the air, elegant and unmistakable.
"I've heard their bar has an excellent selection," they said.
"It does." Alessandra smiled. "Though the suites are better."
The suite was perfect, of course. It always was.
Alessandra noticed the details Ruina had arranged—the orange accent pillow, the champagne at precisely the correct temperature, the lighting programmed to her preferences. All of it beautiful. All of it controlled. All of it designed to make this feel like something it wasn't.
She poured champagne for two and waited for the knock on the door.
When it came, she was ready. The evening unfolded according to its familiar pattern—conversation that gradually shed its professional polish, touches that progressed from accidental to deliberate, the choreographed spontaneity of two people pretending this was about connection rather than transaction.
They were attractive. Interesting, even, in the limited way one could be interesting during an encounter with defined boundaries. Responsive. Present. Everything one could ask for in a temporary arrangement.
Alessandra made sure they enjoyed themselves. There was pride in that, in her ability to read and respond, to provide an experience worth remembering. She was good at this. Good at making people feel seen while revealing nothing real about herself.
Afterward, in the quiet darkness, she listened to their breathing settle into sleep.
This was the part she'd been waiting for. The part where she could stop performing.
She slipped from the bed with practiced silence, gathering her clothes from where they'd been discarded with calculated casualness. Dressed in the bathroom with the door barely cracked, not for modesty but for the familiar comfort of a controlled space.
In the mirror, her reflection looked tired. Not physically—the evening had been pleasant enough. But there was something in her eyes that she recognized and disliked. A hollowness that no amount of perfect execution could fill.
This is freedom, she told herself, as she always did. This is choice.
She thought about Ruina, three floors down, probably working through emails or reviewing tomorrow's schedule. Keeping herself occupied through the long hours while Alessandra performed her careful ritual of intimacy without vulnerability.
Did Ruina sleep during these nights? Or did she just... wait?
Alessandra pushed the thought away. Not her concern. Ruina had her role. Alessandra had hers.
She checked her phone. 3:47 AM. Early enough to claim insomnia, to return to the penthouse and lose herself in work or streaming. To fill the hours until dawn with something that felt like purpose.
One last look at the sleeping figure in the bed—attractive, interesting, already fading from relevance. By tomorrow they'd be a pleasant memory, nothing more. No complications. No expectations. No risk of actually being known.
This is control, she reminded herself. This is what I want.
She typed a message to Ruina: Leaving now. Proceed with morning protocol.
The response came immediately: Of course.
Two words. Professional. Efficient. Revealing nothing about what Ruina thought of her role in this machinery, or whether she thought anything at all.
Alessandra slipped out of the suite, leaving behind nothing but the carefully arranged perfection that would greet her partner in the morning. They would wake to beauty. To generosity. To the illusion that this had meant something.
They would never know about the emptiness she carried with her into the elevator, or the way she stared at her phone during the car ride home, scrolling through messages she wouldn't answer and connections she wouldn't make.
The penthouse was dark when she arrived. Silent. Hers.
Alessandra went to her studio and powered up the streaming equipment. There was a new keyboard prototype to test. Work to be done. The familiar comfort of problems that had solutions.
She didn't let herself think about the morning that was happening three floors below her, or the person who'd wake to find a beautiful lie arranged with perfect care.
She didn't let herself think about Ruina returning to the penthouse in a few hours, seamlessly sliding back into their professional dynamic as if these nights never happened.
She didn't let herself think about what it meant that the only person who really knew her was someone she paid to maintain the machinery of her isolation.
Instead, Alessandra focused on the keyboard in front of her. The mechanical precision of switches and keycaps. The satisfying resistance of perfectly engineered components.
This, at least, was real. This, she understood.
Outside her windows, Tokyo began its slow brightening toward dawn.
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The Peninsula suite had been prepared since 4 PM.
Ruina adjusted the orange accent pillow for the third time—unnecessary, but her hands needed occupation. The champagne sat in its bucket at precisely the correct temperature. The lighting system responded to her final test, shifting through the programmed sequence with PENGUINI's signature smoothness.
She checked her tablet. The card had been delivered at 9:47 PM. Standard response time suggested arrival within forty minutes.
Everything was perfect. It always was.
Ruina moved through the suite once more, confirming details she'd already confirmed. Fresh towels in the bathroom, arranged just so. The breakfast ingredients already staged in the suite's kitchen, awaiting her return. The car service on standby for morning, driver briefed on discretion protocols.
Her phone vibrated. On schedule. - A
Two words. That was usually all it took.
Ruina collected her things—overnight bag, tablet, the small portfolio of tasks she could complete from the business suite three floors down. She'd learned to bring work. These nights stretched long, measured in small tasks that kept her hands busy and her mind occupied with problems that had solutions.
She paused at the door, looking back at the suite one final time. The space felt staged, like a photograph. Beautiful. Controlled. Temporary.
Something tightened in her chest—the feeling she'd learned to identify and then dismiss. Not her place to have feelings about this. Her role was logistics, execution, the seamless machinery that made Alessandra's life function.
This is care, she reminded herself. This is what I provide.
She thought of the morning preparations: the gift she'd already selected and wrapped, currently secured in the hotel's vault. The breakfast she'd prepare at 5 AM when her phone's silent alarm went off. The driver who'd receive the text with the destination she'd already extracted from the evening's conversation.
The partner would wake to perfection. They always did.
They would never know about the hours Ruina spent orchestrating that perfection, or the strange hollow feeling that accompanied each execution. They would see only the beautiful conclusion, the expensive denouement, the PENGUINI aesthetic carried through to the final detail.
They would leave thinking they'd spent the night with someone who had everything under control.
Ruina locked the suite door behind her and walked toward the elevator. Her phone was already in her hand, reviewing tomorrow's schedule. There was always tomorrow's schedule. Always another series of arrangements to perfect, another gap in Alessandra's life to fill with beautiful, controlled experiences.
The elevator doors closed with a soft chime.
Three floors down, Ruina settled into the business suite with her laptop and the tea she'd ordered in advance. Strong, black, exactly how she preferred it when the night stretched long. The hotel's business center was empty at this hour—just her and the soft glow of screens, the quiet hum of purpose.
She opened her task list. Reviewed sponsor contracts. Answered emails. Scheduled meetings.
Kept her hands busy.
Kept her mind occupied.
At 5 AM, her alarm would sound. She would return upstairs, slip into the suite with her master key, and transform the space once more. The gift. The breakfast. The final details.
The partner would wake to think they'd been left a thoughtful farewell.
They wouldn't know it was an assembly line. Beautiful, yes. Personal, in its way. But ultimately another perfectly executed protocol, another instance of Ruina translating Alessandra's needs into flawless reality.
This is care, she thought again, fingers flying across the keyboard. This is what I provide.
Outside the window, Tokyo's lights blurred into the pre-dawn haze.
Ruina poured herself another cup of tea and returned to her spreadsheets.
There was always work to be done.
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#MidnightProtocol マジでところどころに入る演出が最高なので、ぜひ遊んで欲しいですね。翻訳を進めながら、「おおおっ！」となったのも二度や三度ではありませんでした
#MidnightProtocol が日本語対応しましたが、翻訳元テキストがそもそも存在せず英語のまま表示されている箇所が存在すると思われます。もしプレイ中にそのような箇所を発見された方は、私にツイッターやDiscord等で報告して頂ければ幸いです。
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先ほどアップデートで日本語が実装されました！長らくお待たせしてしまいましたが、プレイ済みの方も、未プレイの方も、ぜひ日本語でゲームをお楽しみください！
祝！有志日本語化採用～🎉✌️
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Japanese translation completed!
We are hoping that this translation would be implement in the game sooner!
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