Raphtalia's POV

My name is Raphtalia.

I had come to this place to thank the stranger who had helped me. Come to think of it, now, the more I thought about that day, the more it felt like something straight out of a romance film- in which the hero comes in and saves the heroine in her moment of need. No one had ever stepped up for me like that before. Well, no one aside from my parents and I felt like I needed to give him a proper 'thank you'.

Now that I got a closer look at him, I had to say that honestly, he had a bit of a scary face. If he had been dressed a bit differently, I could have even mistaken him for a Yakuza member

But there also seemed to be some kindness there. Which is why I followed him into his apartment.

Now granted, I'm not exactly a very prim and proper person myself. Nor do I come from a rich family but we did try to keep our house clean.

I had expected his apartment to look dirty though, and it did not disappoint in that regard. At least I didn't see, any, well, 18+ magazines lying around which I had been scared of

I did, however, see something,,, interesting (for lack of a better word) lying on the desk. Which was a report titled:

Why Slavery Was Completely Justified And Should Be Brought Back In The Modern World

I could see that the page had only been half-filled, but it looked like a report he was working on

"Um, excuse me. But why are you working on something like this? A report that's justifying slavery?"

In response to this, he suddenly turned around, looked at the piece of paper, and immediately tried to hide it. "Uh that's, that's, that's, really nothing. It's it's just a joke, you know? Nothing serious," he said with shifty eyes. "I mean, if you know the context behind why I was writing that report, it would seem perfectly reasonable." He started blabbering on a bit more.

"Are you thinking something rude right now?" I asked.

"Wha-no!" he denied, but based on his facial expression I just somehow knew he was lying.

His room looked just like what I guess a stereotypical college student's would look like. But there was something remarkable that I saw.

Up on the wall, I saw two decorative shields. One of them looked to be made of bronze. The other one seemed to be made of silver. They were very elaborately decorated. They looked to be somewhat expensive, which contrasted with the rest of the apartment.

There was also something about the way that they were arranged that was odd- as if it was expected that there would be a third one with them but there wasn't. Come to think of it, if one was bronze and one was silver, shouldn't there be one that was also gold? But my thoughts, never got to lie on that for much longer as he turned around and then asked me, "Sorry I've been rather rude, ight? I never told you my name. My name is Naofumi Iwatani. My question to you, is, are you still in need of a job?"

"Well yes," I replied.

"Well, there is a job I have in mind," he said with those shifty eyes again. "A job where I think you could earn quite a bit of money- or at least have the potential to earn quite a bit of money in some short time and- you could even be your own boss so to speak. You don't have to answer any manager or deal with any kind of low-life losers like you did at your old job."

"Um," I said, unsure of how to respond. That sounded like a very nice offer, but the thing was, I wasn't sure exactly what kind of job he would be offering me in the end. He didn't seem to be like the 'child of the CEO of a company' type or something. like that So what kind of job could he possibly offer me? Then my thoughts returned to the fact that I had thought he might have been suited to be a Yakuza member before and it occurred to me that he might be asking me to help him cook meth in his basement or something like that.

"Uh, would you have a problem acting in front of a camera?" he then asked rather awkwardly. While he said this he was eyeing me up and down and I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was checking me out in that moment.

And then my mind went from selling drugs to something else entirely.]

"Wait, what... kind of... movies... do you want me to act in?" I asked. I felt a chill crawling down my spine, as I thought about the possible, well, adult movies, he might be asking me to star in.

"Oh oh, it's nothing like that like what you're thinking," he said as he seemed to have realized just how creepy what he had said sounded. He also looked away so it no longer looked like he was appraising me like I was a piece of meat. "Uh, I don't need you to do anything weird. Well, have you heard of a game called Eryuentiu Online?"

"Uh, no. I haven't," I said, not sure where this conversation was going. It sounded like a really funny name though.

"Well, that's kind of weird because almost everyone's heard of it. So," Naofumi said. "But it's very popular and people would love to see someone playing it. I assume you know what a video game streamer is though, right?"

"Well, yes," I said.

"Well, I was thinking though that we could have a sort of partnership so to speak," Naofumi said. "I'll play the game. I'm pretty good at that and I'll set up things so that you can be the face of the channel or of the video, I guess. You just need to keep your hands near the keyboard away from where people can see you and people will think that it's you playing the game. I'll set up my phone like a teleprompter so that you'll know what to say at the right moment. And, we- well, I think we could earn quite a bit of cash that way. Especially if we set it up on TwitchTube."

I honestly didn't know what to say in response to that, but he looked so eager at the moment and a part of me felt like I owed him. So I told him that I was willing to try as long as it wasn't too weird or anything.

After all, if I didn't like it, I'd just tell him that I wouldn't do it anymore.

There was no harm in trying, right?

A/N: Raphtalia's going to be the next Pokimane. Or will she bail on Naofumi? Will they get more than 3 views on their first stream? Tune in to the next chapter to find out!