The curse begins to wear off

“Well San Despacito, you really changed my life today. And the viewers at hone probably feel the same way. You will receive a check with the donations in a few weeks, and I would welcome you into my home at any time. Byeeee!”

At this point Emilio did not even notice how farfetched her last few statements were. All he could do is watch her saunter in the direction of her rented 4x4, parked around 200 feet away. As she stepped further from the village grounds, her malaise of confidence began to wear off slightly. Still, her narcissistic tendencies compelled her to pull out her phone and tune into the live stream. While she primarily wanted to bask in the comments and their inevitable canonization of her, she was quickly drawn to the center of the screen. In her head, she was furious, someone must have hacked her stream to show some weird porno. But all it was a woman walking in a thong...

Then, she halted in her tracks. To her sheer horror, the girl in the video stopped too. Frozen mid-step, Esmeralda’s frantic mind hysterically tried to process what was going on, looking for some solution. While only a few seconds passed, they felt like actual minutes. As her legs began to tremble, so did the girl's on the stream. Now feeling her thong get soaked, her unwilling arousal paralyzed Esmeralda. Despite her trying to move, fear had completely paralyzed her. As she continued to stare in disbelief at the stream, the donation chime for the unprecedented one-thousand-dollar donation came in as follows: