Chapter 3The Streamer's Final Show

I tossed the stockings onto the sofa and slowly unbuttoned my top. Underneath, I wore a loose camisole.

I knew that behind those three lenses were three pairs of hungry eyes and three flushed faces.

A smirk played on my lips as I walked into the bathroom.

Watching but not touching must be torture. How long can they hold out?

After all, they’ve had copies of my house key for a long time.