Jude's cheeks burned, and he looked down as he blushed. "Oh. Yeah. No, it's, um..." he trailed off, struggling to come up with the right words. Saying he did cam work was a lot different than explaining exactly what he did in front of the camera. He usually kept specifics out of it entirely. "I guess I kinda play into the type of person my followers wanna see?" He started, looking at Xandé again and shrugging. "Like, I'm not proud of it or whatever, but a lot of times I keep something on the whole time, 'cause they really like it when I lean into the 'cute' thing. It's kinda weird, I guess," he said, his cheeks still bright red. "You really like your mesh shirts, don't you?"
"Oh, hey, we don't have to talk about that if you don't want. I imagine you probably get a lot of questions when you bring it up." He could see that line of work being something people were curious and invasive about, and he didn't wanna be another. He still listened to Jude explain. "The 'cute' thing works on you, so I can see why." He headed to the cash register. "Haha, shut up. I hadn't even worn a mesh shirt in, like, five years. Unless you count fishnet, but let's not." He shuttered.










