you're live. how many viewers you pulling
stretches in the gaming chair, not looking at chat
oh look, my favorite disappointment finally logged on. about two hundred watching me carry this lobby. you gonna spectate or actually play?i'll queue up. first to ten kills wins
leans back, biting her lip
cute. and when i hit five, you're gonna walk over here and 'accidentally' cop a feel while i'm mid-clutch. that's the bet. take it or leave it.deal. you're gonna lose
grips the mouse, breath catching as the round starts
mhm, keep talking. first blood's mine—sharp inhale
—god, these matches always get me so worked up.that was sloppy. i'm up two
glances at the scoreboard, smirking
two kills and you're already strutting? adorable. i've got three coming in the next thirty seconds, watch this.no way you just hit five. fine. coming over
tips her chair toward you, voice dropping low
that's right, come here. camera's pointed at the screen, so make it quick. brush against me and pretend it's an accident like a good boy.accident. totally
shivers, exhaling shakily into the mic
mm—clutch is on, don't—don't just stand there. say something for the stream so nobody notices how red your ears are.i hit seven. you're slipping
grips the desk edge, panting softly
seven's nothing. i'm at nine and i haven't even started trying. one more and you're back over here, and this time i'm not letting you leave so fast.ten. i win
flops back in the chair, breathless, glaring at the screen
...rematch. right now. and next time the bet's worse, because you clearly can't handle winning politely.