"You're Southcalman." Kurt looks utterly amazed as the pieces fall into place, as they place his voice and his words, cadence and all. There's no doubt in their mind whatsoever. If they're somehow mistaken, if this man somehow isn't the one they've been camming for over the last several months, Kurt has still struck gold, because they sound identical.
No one has ever captured Kurt's attention the way Southcalman has. The mysterious viewer quickly made himself known as a generous tipper, frequently buying private shows from them, but where he really shone was in the chat. His words were arresting, captivating, addicting. Soon, Kurt would find themself sulking if he didn't show up one night, or lamenting other users buying private shows, stealing time they could've been spending with Southcalman. For months, whenever they perform, they've pictured him.
Of course, it's hard to picture someone whose face you've never seen and whose voice you've barely heard. So getting to see him, hear him, feel him on their body in this moment is the wildest thrill. Yeah, they're probably outing themself as a cam model and sex worker to their boss—and he's only been their boss for two minutes—but they don't care. Kurt looks star-struck. "I recognize your voice, you're— you're in my chat all the time, I can't believe it's actually you! Holy shit!"
As if he would be confused about who they are, Kurt reaches up and pulls their bun loose, letting their hair tumble and spill heavily over their shoulders, over Molloy's hand still on their face. Their chest thrums with nerves and giddy excitement, tummy doing flips. "I-I'm Princess Freyja, sir."
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No one has ever captured Kurt's attention the way Southcalman has. The mysterious viewer quickly made himself known as a generous tipper, frequently buying private shows from them, but where he really shone was in the chat. His words were arresting, captivating, addicting. Soon, Kurt would find themself sulking if he didn't show up one night, or lamenting other users buying private shows, stealing time they could've been spending with Southcalman. For months, whenever they perform, they've pictured him.
Of course, it's hard to picture someone whose face you've never seen and whose voice you've barely heard. So getting to see him, hear him, feel him on their body in this moment is the wildest thrill. Yeah, they're probably outing themself as a cam model and sex worker to their boss—and he's only been their boss for two minutes—but they don't care. Kurt looks star-struck. "I recognize your voice, you're— you're in my chat all the time, I can't believe it's actually you! Holy shit!"
As if he would be confused about who they are, Kurt reaches up and pulls their bun loose, letting their hair tumble and spill heavily over their shoulders, over Molloy's hand still on their face. Their chest thrums with nerves and giddy excitement, tummy doing flips. "I-I'm Princess Freyja, sir."