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Bailey left the shower, feeling energised. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, admiring how she looked, and decided not to get dressed just yet. Instead, she turned on some music, cranked up the volume, and danced around her apartment, completely in the buff. Being home alone meant she could do whatever she wanted, so Bailey enjoyed herself, dancing to her hearts content.

When she finally tired herself out, she decided to get dressed, but a buzz from her phone stopped her. A text read _“loved your dancing, I wonder who else would agree…” _and attached was a video of her nude dancing. Bailey looked up in alarm. Who was this? And how did they video her? Another text came through. “_I’ll upload this online if you’d like, or you could do a task or two for me. Don’t get dressed just yet” _Bailey went pale. A task? What was she going to have to do? She waited nervously for her first task to come through. Whatever it was, she’d have to do it. No way was she letting anyone see that video.