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By your side - Otome Game (story) [ENG/CZ]
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You can't really tell how and why but some time ago, during one long, lazy afternoon, you ended up scrolling through the website of one certain agency. This agency mediates the services of so-called "Companions" whose job is to accompany the clients to all sorts of social events or business trips.
After a while, when you gave it a thought, comparing all your skills and abilities (and imagining what you could spend that a quite large amount of money on), you decided to enlist among possible Companions without any high hopes of becoming the choose one...
But this morning you've received an invitation to the main headquarters in order to choose your first client...
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Už ani nevíš jak, ale jednoho dne tě souhra náhod dotáhla na stránky agentury zprostředkující služby „společníků a společnic". - Osob dělajících doprovod klientům na různých akcích či obchodních cestách.
Po delším uvážení svých schopností a dovedností (a taky za vidinou docela slušného obnosu) jsi/jste nakonec vyplnil/a/i formulář, bez velké víry v to, že by zrovna o tebe někdo projevil zájem...
Avšak dnes ráno ti byla doručena pozvánka do hlavního sídla agentury s tím, že na tebe čeká výběr prvního klienta...
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