And with only a few more bullets, Hector emerged victorious. Sure, it wasn't a tournament or anything, but winning always felt good, and increased stream morale. And increased morale meant increased donations. Hector laughed inside at the brilliance of it all.
Sure enough, the Jackpot donation alert chimed in.
"$50 from Anyon: F**ked 'er right in the p***y. Good job"
Foul language was censored, mostly to cover the worse things that could be sent to streamers. As Hector stood up, he felt the butterflies in his stomach. *That win was pretty intense* he thought to himself, as he tossed her headset to the side. She began gyrating her hips, as the donation music began kicking in. Sure, she had a little extra weight, but chat didn't really care as long as it was a girl tossing it around.
So she rocked it for the camera. She was wearing sweats that almost uncomfortably hugged her legs, showing off just a little more detail than most would be comfortable showing for thousands of men aged from their teens into their late 50's.
Henrietta sat back down and adjusted her top. She had to make sure that her girls didn't get loose again, or it'd be (another) ban that she couldn't afford. Sure, she could probably switch to a more adult-themed service and take her following with her, but the money and connections that staying "clean" (with the occasional slip or odd comment) were too good for her to pass up.
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But the Chronivac wasn't done yet, and the mastermind's bank account was far from empty...