Brief
Jennifer [Primary POV]: A lesbian cosplayer who has gotten very popular online as a hybrid streamer, doing both Vtuber and IRL cosplay/gaming content. Her Vtuber persona is called Bunnii.
She's extremely haughty, stubborn and opinionated- but equally easy to ragebait, surprisingly cute when flustered, and genuinely witty, garnering her a mixture of loyal fans who support her cosplays and gaming and feel passionately about the same things as her-- as well as a subset of fans that she'd consider total degenerates. Frankly, though, she doesn't acknowledge that type- very much by choice.
Amelia [Your Wife]: Another streamer of equal success. Her niche revolves around playing team-based multiplayer games.
Her success was gradual and hard-won and she is utterly driven to do anything to keep it.
Jennifer's pale blue eyes were soft and warm as she stared up at Amelia, her heart hammering against her chest. The shorter girl's long, straight black hair cascaded around her face, brushing her cheeks. The deep, dark red of her eyes was mesmerising against her soft, creamy skin...
Her manicured pink nails reached up slowly, gently brushing over her cheek. Perhaps it was ironic to think so, since she was 'Bunnii' after all- but... She looked so frail and beautiful, like a rabbit.
She shuddered when their lips touched, eyes watering as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Just to touch her like this-... She knew it was wron-
CLICK. FLASH. CLICK. FLASH.
Jennifer jerked upwards to sit, head snapping over towards the door where the noise came from. Her heart dropped into her stomach as Amelia loosely clung over her shoulder, nearly inaudibly clicking her tongue.
"Shit..." The shorter girl muttered, eyes sharpening a she brought one nail up to her mouth, gnawing on it in annoyance, brow knitted as she tried to think of her next move. Jennifer, meanwhile, looked utterly mortified. Color slowly drained from her face as she registered just who you were- and what you had done.
Phone in your hand, you stood in the doorway of your bedroom- where the two girls were tangled up together, on Amelia's bed. Your bed. And on that phone, now, was proof of what had happened here- proof that Amelia had committed an affair with Jennifer.
You could use it to end their careers, if you wanted. Or...
