Page 5 of White Noise

graveyardVIP tipped 50 credits.

graveyardVIP: missed you

VIOLETHEX: “You saw me two days ago.”

graveyardVIP: longest two days of my life

“You need friends.”

He tips again.

I laugh. “See? Bullying works.”

Kev sends seventy-five credits next.

I look down at my boots. “Already?”

D4ddyKev: please

“That’s embarrassing.”

Another seventy-five.

I arch a brow. “You paid twice.”

D4ddyKev: correct

“Therapy would be cheaper.”

D4ddyKev: maybe, but not as pretty

“Hmm. Okay, good point,.”

The room settles quickly after that. This is the part I like best, when the first rush passes and everybody falls into whatever role they usually play. I loosen one boot slowly enough to keep Kev happy, tell Graveyard his latest request costs extra because it annoys me, and ignore Morningstar for almost four minutes after he tips specifically for it.

By the time I look back at chat, he’s typed:

MORNINGSTAR_X: worth it

I shake my head. “Men are strange.”

angelbite: says the woman charging us for attention

“That’s exactly why I’m qualified to say it.”

The chat moves fast enough that I almost miss the new username.

Silas

No badge. No subscriber icon. No numbers after the name. Nothing flashy.

That’s probably why I notice it at all.

Most men on this site pick usernames like they’re twelve and discovered porn yesterday.

I ignore him.

New viewers show up every stream.