[Mirei blinks, gazing at the page Falulu is holding up for her: she suppresses the urge to laugh. Who is is writes these things? Do they genuinely get paid for it? Besides being downright inappropriate, Falulu is destined for far greater things than the white-collar office job the magazine would wish her into. The scramble up the 'career ladder' is downright uninspiring compared to ascending the ranks to Divine Idolhood, parents.
[This is not something to concern Falulu with.]
Oh, it isn't a real ladder. It's much like becoming a Divine Idol.
[Admittedly, the outfits aren't anywhere near as good.]
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[Mirei blinks, gazing at the page Falulu is holding up for her: she suppresses the urge to laugh. Who is is writes these things? Do they genuinely get paid for it? Besides being downright inappropriate, Falulu is destined for far greater things than the white-collar office job the magazine would wish her into. The scramble up the 'career ladder' is downright uninspiring compared to ascending the ranks to Divine Idolhood, parents.
[This is not something to concern Falulu with.]
Oh, it isn't a real ladder. It's much like becoming a Divine Idol.
[Admittedly, the outfits aren't anywhere near as good.]