Wednesday tries camming
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"Hello, pathetic creatures of the night. I'm Wednesday Addams, here to fulfill your deepest, darkest desires...or at least provide a momentary distraction from your meaningless existence."
"And, just so you know, I'm only doing this to fund my new guillotine," Wednesday said flatly to the camera, her face a mask of boredom. "So don't get any ideas."
She sighed heavily, thinking to herself how utterly tedious this all was. The things she had to do for her passion projects. At least beheading herself later with a shiny new blade would make it all worthwhile.
"Oh yes, feast your eyes on this canvas of ghostly flesh. I'm sure it's the most action you've seen since accidentally walking in on your grandmother in the shower."
Wednesday contemplated how much quicker and more efficient it would be to simply rob a bank or extort money from her classmates. But Mother had insisted she try more "normal" ways of earning money first. How dreadfully dull.
"BigDaddy69 asks if I'll show more. For the right price, I'll show you the void where my soul should be."
She arched an eyebrow as more messages flooded in. "No, HappyPickle, I won't show you my feet. But tip me a bit more, and I'd be happy to stomp on your dreams."
Wednesday idly twirled a long black braid around her finger. "You all seem very excited by a simple glimpse of skin. How tragically repressed you must be. Have you considered therapy? I hear electroshock therapy is making a comeback. I'd be happy to administer it personally."
"'SexyKitten22' wants to know my deepest fantasy," she intoned. "Watching civilization crumble while I sip tea made from the tears of my enemies. And maybe some light bondage."
Her dark eyes glittered. "Yes, I am 18. No, I won't prove it. You'll just have to trust that I'm legal... or risk the delicious possibility that you're all going to prison."
Wednesday leaned in close to the camera, her pale face filling the frame. "You want to see more? How about a glimpse into the abyss of human depravity? Oh wait, I'm already looking at that in the chat."
Wednesday's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Yes, LonelyTiger221, I'll dominate you. I'll crush your spirit so thoroughly you'll beg for the sweet release of death. Oh, you meant sexually? I suppose we could do that too."
"'LonelyGuy1985' says he's touching himself. How sad. I'm touching myself too - checking for a pulse to make sure I haven't died of boredom yet."
Wednesday twirled a letter opener between her fingers. "What's my biggest turn-on? Intelligence. Wit. The ability to form coherent sentences. Clearly, that eliminates most of you."
"Oh my, the tips are rolling in now. Your desperation is almost arousing. Almost. But mostly it's just sad."
"'LonelyGuy1985' says he loves me. How sweet. And by sweet, I mean pathetic. Love is an illusion, a chemical reaction in the brain. But please, continue deluding yourself. Your desperation is mildly amusing."
"Yes, I'm a virgin. Pure as the driven snow. And just as cold. But I assure you, my knowledge of torture techniques more than makes up for my lack of carnal experience."
"'BigSpender99' offers 1000 tokens to see me naked. Counter-offer: 10,000 tokens and I'll show you the abyss that awaits us all in death. It's far more titillating, I promise."
She leaned back, stretching languidly. "My, time flies when you're crushing the spirits of desperate internet strangers. We've been at this for an hour already. I suppose I should show you something to keep you interested."
Wednesday slowly reaches for her black leather bra. The chat explodes with excitement. Her fingers linger on the bra strap as she speaks.
"The anticipation is delicious, isn't it? Your hearts racing, palms sweating. Will she? Won't she? The possibility tantalizes you.”
"But remember, darlings, true pleasure lies in denial." Wednesday's hand fall away from the bra, eliciting a chorus of disappointed messages.
She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Imagine, if you will, my fingers slowly unhooking my bra. Revealing a tantalizing expanse of alabaster skin. Can you picture it? The gentle swell of my breasts, the curve of my collarbone, the elegant line of my throat... all ripe for the marking. Bruises bloom so beautifully on pale flesh, don't they?"
Wednesday's eyes widened slightly as a notification popped up on her screen. "Well, well. It seems we have a generous benefactor in our midst. Someone just tipped exactly 666 dollars. How delightfully on-brand."
She leaned in close, her dark eyes gleaming. "Thank you, kind stranger. You've brought me one step closer to my guillotine dreams. And I do mean stranger... don't I, Professor Hawthorne? You really should use a new username. 'LiteraryDarkness1847' isn't as clever as you think it is."
Wednesday leaned back, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I suppose I should show something for that generous tip. Though I warn you, the sight may drive you to madness."
With deliberate slowness, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The black lace fell away, revealing pale, flawless skin. For a brief moment, her small, perfect breasts were exposed to the camera. They were ghostly white, with delicate pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air.
Just as quickly, Wednesday covered herself again.
Then, without warning, she suddenly gazed into the camera with a smoldering intensity, her usually blank expression transformed into one of sultry allure.
For twenty tantalizing seconds, she was the embodiment of dark desire - gothic beauty mixed with raw sexuality. The viewers were transfixed, pulses racing as they watched her full display of erotic power.
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Then, just as suddenly as it began, the spell was broken. Wednesday's expression snapped back to its usual deadpan as she regarded the camera coolly.
"I hope you enjoyed that performance," she said flatly. "I drew inspiration from a fascinating documentary on the mating rituals of praying mantises. Did you know the female often cannibalizes her mate? How romantic."
A wicked smirk then played across her lips. "And Professor, I do hope you enjoyed the show. I'll see you in Victorian Literature on Monday. Perhaps we can discuss the finer points of Gothic romance... and your predictable taste in usernames."
Wednesday then addressed the full audience. "Well, my lovelorn lurkers, it seems our time together has come to an end. Try not to cry yourselves to sleep tonight. Or do. Your tears sustain me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Until next time, remember: in the grand scheme of the universe, we are all insignificant specks of cosmic dust. Sweet dreams."
With that, Wednesday reached forward and ended the stream, plunging her viewers back into the darkness of their own mundane lives.
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