Dundee Desire
"Video game developer Folake codes in Dundee's tech hub—but the thick Rwandan artist joining her team draws more than concept art during their late-night crunch sessions."
The deadline was impossible.
Clarisse drew characters while Folake coded mechanics. All-night sessions. Energy drinks. Growing tension.
"Take a break," Folake suggested.
"I'd rather break something else." Clarisse's thick body stretched. "This pressure."
"How?"
"You could help."
The studio was empty at 3 AM.
Just them and screens and the electric hum of computers.
"I've been watching you," Clarisse admitted. "The way you concentrate. Your hands on the keyboard."
"I've been watching your drawings."
"They're not as interesting as the real thing." She stood. "Want a live model?"
The concept art would never make it into the game.
Too personal. Too intimate. Two thick women discovering each other while servers hummed.
"This isn't productive," Folake gasped.
"It's very productive." Clarisse's hands found her curves. "Stress relief is essential for creativity."
The game launched to critical acclaim.
The creative partnership continued beyond the deadline.
"Best project I've ever worked on," Clarisse said in interviews.
Folake knew she meant both kinds.
Dundee's tech scene never knew their secret.
But the game's love story felt remarkably authentic.
For obvious reasons.