"Remember, in the story, you're supposed to wait until you've passed through the downtown area, then stop him in the mountains. And one more thing..."
He followed the planned route to the foot of a neon-lit building, then pointed to the brightly illuminated area.
"You need to make a sudden stop here, then toss your hair."
"Toss my hair?"
Artoria, following behind Shinji, asked in confusion, "Why do something so pointless?"
Shinji glanced at her. He'd thought that after the filming experience she'd gained so far, she'd have figured it out.
Still, Shinji explained, "It's to make your character more appealing. Artoria, toss your hair in the most dashing way you can, understand?"
In another movie, the heroine would probably stick out her butt or jiggle her chest at a moment like this, showing off her figure.
Unfortunately, the King of Britain standing before Shinji wielded a sword, not a gun. Even if she shook the buttons off her shirt, there'd be no way to make her chest bounce.
Since she couldn't show off her sexy side, Shinji could only have Artoria make herself look as dashing as possible.
Who said a flat-chested woman couldn't be a goddess? Gal Gadot was flat as a board, and people all over the world still cried, "Long live the goddess!"
Although Artoria didn't have long legs, either.
Artoria narrowed her eyes. With Instinct, she seemed to have guessed what Shinji was thinking.
"I understand, Master."
Artoria wasn't stupid. She knew very well that her popularity in FSN wasn't because of her acting skills, but because her looks and charisma had won over a huge number of fans.
She felt a little uncomfortable, as though she could still do better, but she understood that Shinji was trying to make the most of her strengths.