Tease her a little

"What do you have to say for yourself Tamara?" you ask sternly, holding your phone up and letting the video play. Her gasps and obscene urgings are clearly audible, and her stricken face darts between the phone and your face in horror.

"Please....Mr. Sharp...Oh my God....Please don't tell....please....I'm so sorry...."

"I'm sure your parents would be impressed at your performance Tamara," you say quietly, watching in satisfaction as she winces. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to be known internet wide for your thespian abilities?"

"Oh my god....please Mr. Sharp....my parents would kill me....you can't....please...."

"Oh Tamara, don't be silly. I certainly can if I choose to do so."

"Please..." she begs, whimpering tearfully, her face a crumpled mess of desperation. "I'll...I'll...Oh god....I'll do....Please....I'll do anything...." She steps closer to you, slowly sinking to her knees in front of you, her face beseeching you.