"Kro-ya-su-miiii~"
With that, she turns off the stream, and triple checks that everything is turned off.
"Finally."
She lets out a defeated sigh as she plops down on the bed.
"There were so many supachas today... People must really like me, huh."
She almost believes it, for a second. But then reality hits her, as always.
"No. It's Kronii they love. Not me."
"I'd never get those kind words. I never did, before I was Kronii."
She lies down again, and hides herself under the warmth of her weighted blanked.
"It's her they want. I don't deserve them. I don't deserve any of this."
Even as she is thinking this, her right hand wanders into the space between her thighs. She always does the streams in her underwear. Less work.
"They would never want the real me."
There was just a little bit of hair there, trapped between skin and fabric. Kronii would be pristine. Shaved.
Not like her. Lazy. Awkward. Sweaty. Imperfect.
Filthy.
Her hand now moves in steady motions, and her breathing is faster.
"If they knew me... the real me... They'd never..."
"I'm basically a drawing with tits... I show up, say my lines like a good little slut... and they give me money for it. What other word for it, but whore?"
Her fingers accelerate at that thought.
"A worthless... shameful... wanton... whore... if only they knew. Literally every single one of them could have their way with me if they wanted."
"I'd let them do whatever, too. I don't deserve any better. Whores don't."
Her back arches, and her left hand clutches the sheet desperately as she rides the wave for what seems like eternity.
Finally, after a moment, all that's left is a wave of guilt and sweat.
"Ah... gotta shower, and get some mining done, the collab stream is in, like, 4 hours."
Four hours until once again she gets to put on the mask and briefly be SOMEBODY others desire. Somebody worthy of praise.
Somebody deserving of love.