Chapter 5

• “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…” Kelly fussed around her tiny room, muttering nervous profanities, dressed in the oversized black sweater, the red lace panties (crotchless, which had made Kelly blush when she realized it), and the thigh-high socks. Checking the feed on her screen, she nudged a few things out of frame, made sure her supplies were within reach, and fluffed her pillows. Her bed was on the floor, but luckily the sort of boho-neutral shabby-chic look was popular, and it was easy to make it look cozy. Sitting on the end of the thin mattress, she watched herself on the screen, posing and adjusting the angles until she hopefully looked nice.
• She had used that additional three hundred he sent, and she went to a fancy place downtown, where she felt extremely out of place. But they had waxed her nether regions a few days ago, plucked and primped her, gave her a mud facial and body scrub and a seaweed wrap thing, and lathered her with lotion. Today, she had her hair done; her split ends were snipped, the length of it smooth and soft, and big loose curls framed her face.
• It felt unfamiliar but nice. Kelly had never been pampered or had the luxury of being soft, but she kind of liked it.