The pale and glowing image of a woman, stripped down to a lacy black bra and panties, undulated in the forced perspective of her webcam. Behind her was a mattress, an armoire of provocative clothing and boots, brightly colored walls with posters of bands, and a sheen of artificiality.
“Come on, guys!” Olivia’s face loomed large on the monitor, blood-red lips standing out starkly against white-blue skin. “You know you’re all gonna join the gold show, so don’t wait until the last minute! Let’s get this shit started now!”
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