My standard show gets boring, but it guarantees at least 0 a night without having to beg the viewers too actively. The show starts, and my regulars start filing in, asking me for updates on the most recent episode of "Bones," or how my day at work has been.I don’t need the money, but camming fills my empty nights and gives me social interaction to look forward to. I get dressed, fix my hair, point my lamps (draped in white T-shirts for soft-glow lighting) at my face, and put on my makeup, saving the red lip for live action on cam. Look at the effort I put in to look nice for you people. We chat about politics and world events, only pausing to do whatever action, usually flashing a body part that is still clothed, a viewer has requested when the token alert sounds. Home for Christmas break, I have a lot of free time on my hands while my mom works nights. It’s time to become Ariel, in live action for the first time.I turn on upbeat music and go live, staring at the room count and waiting for my first viewer to come in.He suggests that I start off naked and set the show up so that there has to be a consistent flow of tokens in order for me to stay naked.He is convinced that the money will come in much quicker. No, I need to play on their need to get off and deny them until they pay up.
I decide to try a toy auction, something I had been considering for a while after seeing another girl do it in her show.I make small talk with the room and answer the same questions over and over again.While it only costs the room, which has several hundred viewers, ten dollars worth of tokens to get a piece of clothing off, it takes well over an hour to get my shirt off. The show slowly moves forward with each new token goal resulting in another piece of clothing on the floor.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.
When I see Todd come in, I contemplate shutting my camera off, but he starts throwing tokens at me before I can decide. He recently bought me a glass dildo; the cheapest thing on my Amazon wish list. He demands that I remove other users he doesn’t like from my room since he’s the only one putting out any money.