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Indra was more than happy to be onboard and signed the contract eagerly. Remy waited until she was done before letting out a broad smile. "Alright, let me take you to where the livestreams happen. You can get comfortable with the set, and you'll be able to start tomorrow." "Oh? Isn't this it?" Indra asked. Remy shook his head. "We're a streaming platform, and our working hours run extremely late. We'd be flooded with noise reports if we streamed from here, so our sets are usually out of town."

At that exact moment, a livestream had already started online. The headline read, [Disgraced Specialist Theo Reid Backs Down, Live Consultation Now Streaming]. With Foster Enterprises boosting the story behind the scenes, and yesterday's outrage still fresh, people online had been looking for somewhere to unload. Less than ten minutes after the livestream started, more than a million viewers had poured in. The chat moved so fast it was impossible to keep up. [This piece of trash finally backed down. For once, money did something useful!]

The rain came hard and fast that night, turning the streets of Garden Metro into slick ribbons of neon and shadow. From the balcony of the Vale estate’s operations room, Elara watched the storm with unblinking eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it. She was about to create one. Splice was hunched over three monitors, her fingers a blur across the keys. “We’re live in sixty seconds. All public channels—streaming platforms, dark web drops, even the city’s old emergency broadcast system. Once this goes out, it can’t be taken back.”

Greer goes to her room to grab underclothes, then she goes to the bathroom where she turna on the hot water before she steps into the sluicing spray. She washes her hair, enjoying the feel of running her hands through the frothy bubbles, messaging them into her hair. It felt almost decadent. She soap up her body, running her hands over her soft, smooth skin. She turns off the flow of water, before stepping out of the shower. She grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body mere seconds before the door bursts open. Hunter runs in, looking for her. “Liam said he'd take me to a real creek tonight, if you don't care. You don't, do ya?”

For the notification that’ll hit his phone while he’s out playing whatever he does in his free time. I come again, screaming into the mattress, body shaking, cut slipping off completely. I don’t stop. I can’t. I grab Echo’s phone, record one more, me on all fours, toy buried, fingers rubbing my clit, whispering, “Come find me, Bunny. I’m waiting.” Sent. I collapse back, panting, but the stream stays live. The red light blinks. I’m not done. Not until he sees. NightRider88: $200 – Let me join the stream.

"You ruined my life, Freya, so I'm going to destroy your reputation today! "Pin her down and strip her naked! I want the entire Internet to see her explicit photos!" Two thugs chuckled as they closed in on me. Instead of backing away, I took a step forward and calmly raised my blacked-out phone screen to aim it at them. "Smile, Skylar." He was visibly stunned. "What are you doing?" "Streaming live." I flashed the phone screen at them and announced in a loud, clear voice, "I just launched a stream on Twitch. Right now, everything is clearly streamed in real time to over 30,000 viewers. They're all watching you commit attempted kidnapping and gang assault."

I had been putting off streaming for a while now, and maybe it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off tonight. I set up the red lights, shut the curtains, and sat in my vanity, blending out my makeup with the mindset of someone about to make a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t just Dala anymore. I was LunaLust. I could flash my tits to a hundred thousand eyes on the internet, and that was allowed because I was LunaLust. I'm not sure I’d do that, though. Maybe. When I finally logged into StreamForMe, the moment my camera flickered on, the number shot up. Twenty thousand people. Already waiting.

Thomas pondered for a while before he said to Pisces, “Did you bring the Ipad?” “Yes.” “Give it to me.” “Okay.” Thomas reached out to take the Ipad and tapped on it until he opened the Shark Hunters live streaming platform. There, he found Moon, which was Stella’s live streaming channel. It was the stage name that Stella would use when she went live. Thomas put on his earphones and watched Stella’s live broadcast. It was different from the sexy female live streamers who performed salacious dances. Stella’s live stream channel was simple, as she was just singing, and her outfit was also conservative.