"Yo, Spite, I gotta take a break, I'm out of cheetos," a voice said in her ear, the raspy feminine voice familiar to her.
"Cheetos? Sheesh, crabbycakes, go eat an apple or something." Lotus replied with an exaggerated sigh. "You're gonna die an early death of heart disease."
"Whatever. Back in a bit." Blair signed off and Lotus stretched out her wrists and arms, which were a bit sore from the tight, hunched-over position she'd been in for the last.... shit, six hours, had it really been that long? It was 2 am, she needed to go to bed soon or she wasn't going to be up early enough to get some decent light for her morning video shoot.
She didn't want to disappear on her friend, though, so poked around on the internet while she waited for Blair to return. She had several new DMs from her youtube account, which wasn't a surprise, and she clicked through them quickly, deleting most of them - harassment, angry anti-companion messages, plenty of flirtatious weird guys, and... someone named goatphotos? Who the hell took photos of goats?
She clicked it open out of morbid curiosity and couldn't help but snicker at the message.
LotusBeauty: It's my gorgeous face, it distracts from the blatant brainwashing. You probably need it, if you're taking pictures of goats. Do you regularly smell like manure, or is that a cow-photo-only sort of perk?