That near-moaning sound instantly set the live stream room ablaze.
"Damn, that voice… it sounds so hot."
"No kidding, just hearing it makes me hard. Is she actually moaning?"
"Fuck, if she made that noise during sex, I couldn't last five seconds."
The chat was crude, with all the old-timers driving their dirty jokes wild, but it somehow made the atmosphere incredibly lively and charged.
"Sorry, I just bumped my foot against the table leg…"
Deewa tried hard to compose herself, then said with a calm expression, "Since you lost, Qinka, you can't back out of the bet we agreed on. All these big brothers are watching."
"Punishment? What punishment? The iron slip or a twerk dance?"
"Bro, you're so outdated. What era is this? You still want to watch those lame tricks meant to fool idiots?"
"Before the PK, they said whoever loses has to call their own boss a dog ten times."
"Damn, that's harsh."
"Yeah, Deewa said it's to channel all us workers' rage."
