As Hector sank a few more bullets into the remaining players, the next donation came in.
"$5 from Anyon: Don't mis the mountains 4 th treez"
Hector popped his character into cover; he was thirsty and needed a drink. As he grabbed his drink and put it to his lips, another player popped onto his screen. He scrambled, spilling a little bit of soda onto his breasts. He killed the player that made him spill, but the damage was done, and on camera. His white shirt showed a little of the skin beneath it. His chat was going nuts.
He could have had them easily removed with the money he was making now, but the downtime from doing so would affect his stream audience; and there were some high paying weirdos that Hector didn't mind taking advantage of. He hastily dried off his top, and left a napkin covering the drying spot. The chat voiced its mix of displeasure, disgust, and lewdness.
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Unbeknownst to anyone, those breasts hadn't been present moments ago, even though they all remembered the breasts' history on the stream. The handiwork of the chronivac had only begun.