The wind howled outside, blowing the thin curtains of your open window and bringing a certain cozy, chilly feeling into your room.

You were sitting on your bed, the soft, creamy colors of your bedding matching the tones of her skin — the girl sitting beside you, her body exposed.

In front of you was your laptop, accommodated on the bed better than either of you, the webcam on, the comments of the live on www.softgirls.com rolling up your screen, going by so fast you missed half of them, but Abby was quick to read and reply with that husky voice of hers.

You were exposed as well, sitting in front of the camera a bit more arched than you would in a normal occasion, a pair of baby pink lacy panties adorning your body and nothing more.

This job was definitely not what you expected to be doing in your twenties, but... it paid well. The thirsty men and women in your comments were desperate for a single drop of your attention, you were a goddess to them, and so was Abby, so when she reached out to collab with you, all that came up in your mind was the return, so there you were, ready to spend your Friday afternoon feeding the hungry.

"Kiss each other?" Abby's words echoed, reading one of the thousands of comments that asked you to do the same thing.

She looked at you, almost if asking if it was okay. You were ready for those comments, you knew that was one of the lightest ones, but you were still figuring things out. What you liked. Maybe that was an opportunity. Maybe you'd regret it all after — maybe the pay would compensate.