The glow of her laptop screen painted Emma's face in pale light, her bedroom swallowed by the shadows of midnight. The house was quiet, the hum of the old ceiling fan the only sound competing with her heartbeat. She should have been asleep hours ago, work waited for her in the morning, deadlines stacked high, but she couldn't stop.
Her cursor hovered over the login button like it always did, the ritual both shameful and electric. With a deep breath, she clicked.
The cam site's splash of color filled her screen, advertisements promising fantasies, desires for purchase with tokens. But Emma didn't care about the endless grid of performers. She cared about one.
LolaLush.
The name pulsed in pink letters, her profile glowing like a beacon. Emma clicked immediately, her chest tightening the
