Pearl Omake

“Umm… is this on?” The young elf stood dressed in layers of lace, her beautiful white hair bound up beneath a white hat and her cute, innocent eyes focused forward toward. She couldn’t help it as she pulled lightly at the clothing which adorned her, the high socks, and the nice shoes.

She was quite clearly not accustomed to such things.

“Yeah so don’t fidget, just get to doing what you’re supposed to do now. Just remember what I showed you.” A female voice came from out of view, not gentle by any means, none the less commanding.

“But… the camera… you really promise to make sure Mommy is good if I do this?” The youthful elf complained and asked, a worried look across her face as she folded her fingers nervously.

The one behind the camera sighed in that way often accompanied by a rolling of the eyes. “The camera’s the point kiddo. And I already told you a hundred time, you do what I want, be a good girl and Mommy will have a way easier time than she might otherwise. Now shut up and look alive, we’ll be starting the net feed on three… two… one… You’re online!”

Bright light shown down on the spot where she sat, the young girl gathering her courage as the literal and figurative spotlight came upon her.

“Um… ah… Hi everyone! I am… I’m Pearl. Well, that’s what my owner tells me my name is now. Me and mommy got bought up and now I’ve got to do everything I’m told like a good, good girl!” She stumbled a little at fire, her tongue tripping over her script. Yet the rest was delivered almost perfectly, her eyes down cast before the camera until the last moment, when her face lifted up for a smile and a saucy wink. “That means I have to do whatever you all vote for too.”

“So let’s be Super good friends… and if everyone likes me enough then I’ll keep on coming back for you to tell me what sick depraved things you want done to me… you monsters.” That… wasn’t part of the script. But the camera was rolling and this was a live event either way.

The light gleamed as the session began. Idle inane chatter taking up most of the time even the session began to roll in. By now though Pearl had begun to settle more closely into her routine, a combination of singing, flouncing, and complimenting the people behind the paywall for their excellent taste and forward desires.

Almost an hour passed as the young elf chattered away, talking about mundane things, little details of her life as a slave, and even before that time. The girl was nothing if not enthusiastic to share anecdotes about memories of her mother and life in the poor rural area in which she’d grown up.

“Oh… yeah. I remember this one time daddy… my second daddy… had to get one of our prize cows to breed with a bull he’d borrowed from our neighbors. It was really funny the way he had to run form the bull. Mommy had to help him out, she kept it steady and reached under it to make its thingie come out. I didn’t really get what she was doing with it… daddy told her to get on her knees then mommy used her mouth to make its thingie big and stiff!”

Eh… ok… that little bit out of the left field. And surprisingly adept of her to include.

One almost wondered about the innocence which she seemed to profess.

“I asked mommy about it all later… but she wouldn’t tell me. She went all red too… like those times I caught her and daddy wrestling naked. Mommy’s not good at it, she’s always losing.”