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The way Sin lit up reminded me of a fireworks display.

“Say no more. OriginalSin reporting for duty.”

“How . . . original,” Malice teased.

Sin cocked a brow. “Oh, and you think TheSingularity is any better? I saw you trolling her page, creeper. You can deny it until you’re blue in the face, but you’re just as interested in her as I am.”

Malice shrugged, entirely unfazed. “She’s a succubus. My interest in her is about as controllable as flatulence.”

“Cute. Make sure you tell her that. It will definitely get her to spread her legs for you. Wait, weren’t you the one claimingto know all about seduction?” Sin laughed and rolled his eyes. “Man, if that’s the best you can do, the world is seriously in trouble. Thank God for me.”

“She doesn’t want to fuck you either,” Malice all but growled.

I found it interesting he went with that rebuttal instead of his usual insistence that he wasn’t going to participate at all so it didn’t matter what she thought of him.

Sin stood, sauntering toward the door, his incubus hunger already radiating from him as he turned and looked at the three of us.

“She wants me. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

Chapter

Nine

MERRI

Ihummed as I contemplated which outfits to offer as options for tonight’s “Get Ready For Bed With Me” session. The pink babydoll I’d worn last time hit the “no” pile first. They enjoyed that one, but a repeat so soon wouldn’t get me as much interaction.

“Red?” I murmured as I held up a lacy crimson number with hearts embroidered over the nipples. My favorite part of this set was the matching undies with a heart-shaped cutout across the ass. “Definite maybe.”

I kept flipping through options, impressed with the selection Lilith had sent over. These sexy little outfits had her name all over them. I snickered when I found the black leather dominatrix outfit. That was much more her style than mine, so it was an absolute no for tonight, but I filed it away for future possibilities. Maybe it was my succubus intuition, but I had a feeling Cole would bereallyinto that kind of roleplay.

“Blackisgood, though. I haven’t done black in a while. Maybe I could paint my toenails too.”

The toenails would go over really well if a few of my foot fetish regulars showed up. They went wild when I brought outthe nail polish. My stomach growled just thinking about how much more I could feed if they were present.

Pulling out a combination of pieces, I laid them on my bed.

“Hmm, this as the base,” I said to myself, looking down at the bodysuit that was more straps than anything. It covered the important bits, but had a real air of bondage about it. “Then the sheer black robe over top. Open, of course.” Biting my lower lip, I scurried back to the closet and snagged a pair of thigh-high black stockings with the seam up the back and sexy lace at the top and my favorite kitten-heeled feather slippers, à la our iconic 1950s housewives.

“If my foot lovers show, no stockings. If they don’t, I’ll make a show of putting them on.”

One thing I’d learned pretty early on was that it was important to have backup plans. With a live show, you never knew who would be present and if they were going to be an active participant or a lurker, so you had to have enough material planned to keep the ball rolling on your own. Or be ready to improv if the crowd went in an unexpected direction. Camming sessions were a minefield to navigate and way more complicated than anybody would think.

Before I logged on, I draped scarves over the two lamps in the room, effectively giving the space a softer and warmer ambience. The mood was important. This session was all about seduction. When I did sessions where they got to watch me exercise, everything was brighter. When it was my once-per-month “Watch Me Eat” session, I went with soft pinks and purples to make the setting cozy.

What? You thought it was all dirty talk and playing with toys? That’s just one element. The easy part, if I’m being honest. Thinking out of the box and creating content with mass appeal was a lot of work. But a girl had to eat, and I couldn’t afford to drop the ball.

For the final touch before go time, I selected some soft jazz to play while I streamed. A little sultry, a lot sexy, and we were good to go.

As soon as I went live, they began popping into the chat. Pings announced arrival after arrival even before I was settled in my chair fully.

“Hello, friends! I’m so glad you’re here,” I said, batting my eyelashes and putting on an exaggerated pout. “I was worried I’d have to get ready for bed all alone.”

Gesturing to my plain white shirt and pink shorts, I gave them my most charming smile. “Can you help me pick out what I should wear tonight? I have two choices.”

OnMyKnees4U: Yes, baby. The answer is nothing. Not. A. Stitch.

JohnBoy27: Can I peel it off you with my teeth?

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