WHEN: the day after the dinner party
WHERE: annika’s apartment
This wasn’t unusual for them, as much as it should be. Annika perched in front of her complex setup, camera positioned perfectly, and her wireless mouse and keyboard placed in front of her. Ariadne had seen Annika cam on more than one occasion. Annika wasn’t the type to get raunchy in front of her friend, but it was still interesting to see Ariadne reaction to some of the outrageous requests she got. Most of her time, when not doing a private session, was spent trying to act provocative and making small talk with her audience. It wasn’t hard to keep the men interested, all it took was a little bit of skin and a pouting face on Annika’s part. She muted the microphone for a moment to turn to Ariadne and respond to her question. “Who does that bitch think she is?” Annika asks, fixing her strap that had slipped down her shoulder and adjusting her top. “God?”
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