"Yes, I'll tell you about my meeting but I wish to hear what you havediscovered first."Jacob nodded; he quit being surprised when Lady Kinsley seemed ...to readhis mind. "From the outside, the Transaccendo Corporation seems nodifferent from the dozens of other companies that have started up in thelast decade. Good standing with the Chemical Society of London; recentlythe owners made a great deal of money with the discovery of a compoundthat's used in part in iron and steel production." I imagine. She idly ran her fingers along the tables, benches, and platforms that had supported, trapped, and displayed her through so many degradations. At the memory of each the tingle between her legs crescendoed.This is ridiculous.Back down the corridor she went, searching for purpose. The usual secretive cleaning she expected hadn’t taken place in her absence, and the empty vessels of food and drink remained untouched. She sat on the ledge, dismissing the lingering ache in her buttocks, swirling her. As she flops down on the comfortable computer chair and swings her head back again as she is accustomed to do. Her eyes slide open onto to lock on her computer screen which had a photo of a young attractive girl tied down with black bonds to her wrists a man standing over her with a whip. She blinks a couple of times, unable to comprehend why the picture was there. Before she could let out a gasp in surprise a warm hand covered her mouth. A hand on the side of her chair turned her around as. The idea was a simple one: if she was a true gamer, then her skill would ensure she stayed modest. If she was just a "fake gamer girl," though, then she'd end up naked and performing lewd acts for her audience. Lose too much, and she would be branded a camgirl rather than a game streamer.Sure enough, almost immediately after these rules were implemented, large amounts of the faux-gamers ended up stripping naked in front of their audience, playing with themselves and in some cases even inviting.