Wendy reluctantly plays along

Wendy hesitates, shifting from one foot to another. Martin's ambushed her with his livestream and broadcast her humiliation around the world, but it's 2:30am, she's locked out of her apartment, and as weird as he is she doesn't feel like she's in any physical danger from him. The humiliating game his stream audience wants to play with her feels like her safest option.

"So if I do these things, you'll lend me some clothes and help get back in my apartment in the morning?"

"Yeah," Martin said, watching his viewer count go up.

"Can you blur my face?"

"Uh, sure," Martin lied, setting up a local face blur on his monitor but letting her actual face and body stream in the clear.

Wendy blushed as she bent over and spread her perky butt, mooning the camera with her tight puckered anus and fuzzy peach of a pussy. "How's this, guys?" she asked Martin and the stream.

"That's a good start," Martin said, making sure he was recording everything.