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What would become my last show starts with voyeur flair. There’s a small group of viewers who love this, so I do it before the normal show just for them.

I turn on upbeat music and go live, staring at the room count and waiting for my first viewer to come in.

A few people come in and out, their screen names passing through my viewer list too quickly for me to attempt to engage them. I find myself explaining that it is my very first show every minute or so as hundreds of viewers filter through my room, each asking me how I am doing and what I have planned for the night. Daddys Girl is getting hard just imagining what my ass would feel like to spank. I struggle to keep up with the flow of conversation in the chat window and try in vain to say hello to each new viewer as his or her name appears. Many viewers come in hurling insults: “Go run until you drop dead, Landwhale,” but I know the drill -- never feed the trolls.

I let Blagus, my moderator, remove them from the room so I can focus on talking to people.

I bring out my entire collection, and viewers get to participate in a bidding war to decide which toy or toys I will use.

The auction brings a lot of money, reaching my total token goal for the night in a few minutes. I contemplate ways to avoid doing one the next night while knowing that I have nothing better to do and I should make some money.

Most just try to compliment me into taking my clothes off, as if simply telling me that I am beautiful will instantly make my panties disappear.

I stick to the game plan -– stay polite and flirty and wait for them to pay for my clothes to come off.

You would think they would get sick of seeing my boobs after a while.