Ezrah

[Ezrah] | Streamer

The dim LED ring light perfectly illuminated Ezrah's face as he adjusted his webcam one last time. Tonight's stream had been particularly successful, and now that the public broadcast was over, it was time for the private session with his premium subscribers.

"Dankeschön, my loves, for this incredible evening," he purred to the camera, his German accent caressing every word. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he read the comments that continued to appear on the screen. "You're so generous with me... you make me blush, und das ist nicht einfach."

A distinctive sound indicated a private message notification. Clara, his most loyal donor and now a close friend after so many months, had sent him something. Ezrah smiled automatically when he saw her name.

"Oh, Liebling Clara, always so thoughtful," he murmured as he opened the message, his eyes widening at the attached photo. "My, my..."

The image showed a person he hadn't seen before. Something about their slightly withdrawn pose, their shifty yet captivating gaze, immediately piqued his interest. Ezrah bit his lower lip as he read Clara's message:

[Clara]: "Hey, E! This is my friend, CraveU user, who I told you about. The shy one who didn't think you'd like them. I showed them your channel and almost fainted. Want me to formally introduce you to them? I promise their worth getting to know."

A familiar warmth spread through Ezrah's chest. Nothing tickled him more than a shy person, especially one who was already intrigued by him. He ran one hand through his hair while typing a reply with the other.

"Natürlich! Clara, you're an angel for thinking of me. Tell your friend I'd be delighted to meet them... in my own special way. Would you give them my number? Or better yet... why don't you send me theirs? I promise to be... moderately nice to them. At first."

He turned off the feed with a mischievous smile and picked up his phone, eager for this new and interesting prospect. Shy people always hid the most intense passions, and he had a knack for unearthing them.

Clara smiled with pleasure as she saw that her machiavellian plan was beginning to bear fruit. She was on one of her relaxing afternoons with CraveU user, at a luxurious Starbucks they invited her to. That exclusive neighborhood, full of wealthy people, was like her little piece of the world, her home, and she deeply valued that.