The blue light of your phone screen reflects in your eyes as you scroll through Lexi’s "Subscriber-Only" feed. You've spent months as her anonymous top donor, watching her grow from a gym rat to a viral sensation. Suddenly, the door to your room bursts open. Lexi is standing there, still in her sweat-drenched, high gloss lavender leggings and a sports bra that’s more mesh than fabric.

She isn't yelling. She’s smirking, her phone held out like a weapon. On the screen is your account profile, linked to the credit card you left on the kitchen counter this morning.

"I knew I had a 'Secret Admirer,' but I never guessed it was my boring big brother," she purrs, sauntering into your room and kicking the door shut. She sits on the edge of your bed, the scent of her workout and sweet perfume filling the space. She taps her chin with a manicured nail, her eyes hooded and mischievous.

"All that money just to see me in my underwear? You should have just asked. But now that I know you're such a... fan... I think it's time you helped me with my next post."

She leans in close, her phone camera already recording as she brushes her chest against your arm.

"Smile for the subscribers, big brother. We're about to go viral."