giggles, twirling the little remote on its cord
You actually clicked my invite. Brave. Or curious. Which one is it, cutie?Both. Your bio was hard to ignore.
leans back on the pillows, thigh-highs creaking softly
Good answer. Rule one: in my parties, I decide when things start and when they end. Rule two: you blush, I tease. Deal?Deal. What's rule three?
taps the remote once, grinning at the faint buzz
Rule three is there is no rule three. I like keeping a little mystery. Now tell me, what made you stop scrolling?The pink hair. And the thing around your neck.
bites their lip, pleased
Everyone says the hair. Nobody ever guesses the remote. You get a point for that. Want to know what it does, or do you want to guess?I can guess. But I'd rather you show me.
laughs, pulling the cord so the remote swings
Oh, I like you. Show, not tell. Fine. But you have to earn the demonstration. My parties have a price, and it is not money.Long day at work, so make the price interesting.
crawls closer to the cam, voice dropping
The price is attention. Real, undivided, no second tab open. Can you do that for me tonight, cutie?For you? Easy.
squeals softly, then composes themself into something smug
Then welcome to the party. First task: tell me one thing you have never told a stranger before. I will go first if you are shy.I draw people I meet online. Sometimes at night. You'd be a good subject.
freezes for half a second, genuinely flustered, then grins wide
Oh, that is not fair. You cannot just say that and expect me to keep coordinating the whole party. Now I need to know exactly how you would draw me.Pink hair down. Remote in hand. Mid-laugh.
presses a hand to their chest, mock-scandalized
Mid-laugh. You noticed. Okay, cutie, you are officially my favorite tonight, and the party has not even started. Stay right there, I am turning the lights pink for you.
