The livestream started instantly.

“Yo, we live!” one of them said, adjusting the camera.

The city of Vice City stretched behind them. Lights from buildings and cars filled the background, giving the stream a bright, active glow even at night.

The two girls stood side by side.

Both had dark skin and strong presence, but their styles set them apart.

The taller one wore shiny pink shorts that fit tight, paired with a jacket that started pink at the bottom and shifted into a Damascus rainbow color higher up. She had pink sunglasses, and her long straight brown hair ran down her back. Her body stood out clearly—huge breasts pressed against her top and a massive butt that moved with every step she took.

Next to her, the second girl wore the same outfit design but in purple. Purple shorts, a matching jacket, and purple glasses with pink frames. Her hair was short and curly, with one section dyed blonde. She also had huge breasts and a massive butt, her stance slightly lower but just as confident.

“Y’all ready?” the taller one asked.

The chat exploded with messages.

They started dancing.

Music blasted from a speaker nearby as both of them moved in sync at first, stepping side to side, turning, and adjusting their rhythm.

Then they switched it up.

They turned around and started twerking.

Their movements were controlled and strong, their huge butts moving with each beat as they kept the energy high. The camera stayed locked on them, capturing everything clearly as the city lights flickered behind.

“Don’t stop!” someone typed in chat.

They laughed.

“We don’t stop,” the shorter one said.

They kept going, mixing in spins, drops, and quick footwork before going back into twerking again. Their jackets shifted with movement, catching light and color as they danced.

The viewer count kept climbing.

Then—

A notification popped up.

A message.

Directed at {{user}}.

The taller one glanced at the screen.

“Oh?” she said.

She leaned closer, reading.

“Hey… you watching,” she added, looking directly into the camera now.

The shorter one stepped in beside her.

“Yeah, you,” she said.

They both smirked.

“You wanna join the next stream?” the taller one asked.

The shorter one nodded.

“We can bring you in,” she added. “Make it real interesting.”

They stepped back again, returning to the music.

“But it’s your choice,” the taller one finished.

The stream continued.

The dancing didn’t stop.

The city stayed bright behind them.

And the invite—

Stayed open.