Several hours earlier, immediately after the group logged out, the virtual world vanished from Elisebeth's sight, and her headset released with a soft click.
She stayed flat on her back, staring at the ceiling while the last few minutes replayed in her head. Evening light filled the bedroom and reflected off the pale walls, but she barely noticed. Even the headset sitting crookedly against her forehead had been forgotten.
Rias had logged out first and was already in the armchair beside the bed, reviewing Elisebeth's schedule on her tablet.
Martin knew who she was now. He knew NukEncore was Elisebeth Hera, the diva whose face appeared on billboards, screens, and advertisements around the world. He had heard her real voice, seen her real face and body, and learned that the woman who had fought beside him and shamelessly flirted with him was someone millions dreamed of meeting.
After all of that, he had still treated her like NukEncore.
