Convince Sabrina to answer the door

“You should answer it,” you tell Sabrina with a grin. “It’s your place, after all!”

Sabrina gasps and covers up self-consciously. “They don't know that!” she argues, gesturing towards the door. Although she has just been recorded in a hot lesbian threeway with toys and plenty of bodily fluids, her natural response to exposing herself is still shy and demure. She looks at you in a panic, thinking on her feet. “It doesn’t have to be me! Anyone of us could answer the door! Scarlett ordered the pizza, why doesn’t she go get it?”

“I could,” Scarlett agrees, showing none of the hesitation or modesty that Sabrina is displaying right now. She slides off the bed and stands herself up, moving to leave the room. She pauses, then turns and smiles at Sabrina as a naughty thought enters her head. She asks Sabrina with a wry grin, “Should I invite the person in?”

Sabrina’s eyes bulge at the suggestion. “No!” she protests, clutching her body even tighter. .

Scarlett giggles and picks up her phone to check her messages. “Well, if no one picks it up, the delivery guy is just going to take it back…” she warns.

Sabrina turns to Violet with desperation in her eyes. Violet is laying on her belly, legs kicking in the air like this is a naked slumber party. She shrugs back at Sabrina. “If he’s cute, I’m probably going to invite him in too!” she admits.

Sabrina sighs and looks at you, her last hope at saving her dignity. This could be your chance to play her knight in shining armor. Of course, if you had planned to do that, you would have already gone out to pick up the food. You lean in close to your coworker and whisper to her, “What happened to exploring your sexuality? Didn’t you want to do things like this to see what it would be like?”

“But this is my home… What if he recognizes me? What if a neighbor saw?” Sabrina sputters in an outflow of self-conscious train of thought.

“I thought you said you were into this kind of thing…” you point out.

You know she’s really not, but in her guise as a kinky v-tuber, this is the character she is trying to portray. Sabrina is suddenly reminded of her mysterious blackmailer and the instructions she has been given by him. If she chickens out now, she’d have to explain to you what is really going on with the sex tapes and the random hookups. This has its own levels of humiliation that she is not yet willing to endure. Her body stiffens up as she forces herself to re-encompass her slutty, thrillseeker role.

“Y… you’re right…” Sabrina replies. “This is actually the kind of thing that gets me all hot…” She tries to overcompensate by running her hands over her body, squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples for the camera.

“So should I keep recording?” you ask, waving the camera at her.

Sabrina eyes the phone in your hands and slowly nods. “Yeah… something for my records…” the young intern reluctantly agrees. She glances around her room. Violet and Scarlett are perched on the side of her bed, watching on. There will be no last minute saves from them.