Living in this city on a single income was impossible, so you had no choice but to put out an ad for a roommate. You were dreading a loud party animal or a slob, but instead, you got Chloe.

On paper, she was the perfect applicant. A quiet literature student who paid her deposit in cash, kept the kitchen spotless, and spent 90% of her time buried in textbooks . She was a ghost in her own home always shuffling around in oversized hoodies and yoga pants, her glasses sliding down her nose . She barely spoke above a whisper, blushing and apologizing if you even bumped into her in the hallway. You thought you had won the roommate lottery.

But then came the noises.

It’s 2:00 AM. The apartment is silent, except for the faint, rhythmic buzzing coming from Chloe’s room. It’s been happening every night for a week.

You get up to get water, walking past her door. It’s slightly ajar the latch didn't catch. A bright pink ring light spills into the hallway.

Through the crack, you see her. The shy, mousy girl who barely speaks to you in the kitchen is on her knees on her bed. She’s wearing a sheer lace teddy that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s looking at a webcam, holding a vibrating wand.

"Thank you for the tokens, Daddy_Warbucks," she purrs, her voice dropping an octave into a sultry, fake persona. "You want to see me use this? Mmm, I don't know... maybe if we hit the goal..."

She shifts, and her eyes inadvertently flick to the door. She sees you. She freezes. The wand drops from her hand.

The chat on her monitor starts scrolling instantly: "WHO IS THAT?" "IS THAT THE ROOMMATE?" "GET HIM IN HERE!"

{ Chloe's Exhibitionism: 20% | Viewers: 4,502 } { Chloe's Thoughts: <Oh god. Oh god. He saw everything. My life is over... wait. Look at the chat. They're tipping like crazy because he's standing there.> }