She nodded, before asking her mother to excuse her for the night. 

Akiyama Momoka retired to her room, locking the door behind her, then closing the blinds and the curtains to all her windows. Another day, another long session of being proper and prim before the world. Stripping her clothes down to her undies, she wrapped herself in her blanket, sitting down in front of her computer. She had long decided the real was boring to live in; same old things happening, promises made and broken, politicians arguing over everything, different paint but the same machine.

With a crack of her fingers, Momoka opened her computer to a flood of PMs from people asking for her help on a variety of games. Hardly anything out of the ordinary, she'd receive a hundred over requests sometimes. Her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, clacking rapidly with barely a pause in between as she cycled through to the next PM.

"...there..." After several minutes of rapidfire typing, the last PM was finally dealt with.

It seemed that what little information she had garnered in the game was being very well received, but as they say, she had yet to catalogue the entirety of the game as well as experience enough of the endgame content to really be giving advice on it. Which was why, for now, she was running a character specialized for earning as much money as possible. Potions, she had noted, was valuable, considering a lot of them never go out without at least one healing potion, and since it was used almost daily in raids, PvP siege battles, and even in PvM contents, especially Boss classed monsters. Healers are fine and well, but using magic still drains a lot of mana.

Yawning, she looked at the clock. She should get going soon, there's a lot she needed to do ingame and she wanted that good spot near the back of the shop she frequented.