This feels wrong and gross. You can't believe you're even considering it. But as you ruminate over the heinous thing this stranger has asked you to do, you also feel something awakening, almost tingling inside.

Maybe, maybe just one pic wouldn't hurt.

You take your shoes off, swipe to front cam, adjust the lighting slightly, and put your lips into the duckiest position possible while holding your toes up to the sky.

Click.

You send it. The payment hits. $5.

You stare at the notification like it’s a Nobel Prize.

Kyle: “Lmao thanks queen"

The depravity of what you just did arouses you ever-so-slightly. Is there more to explore here?

You wonder if maybe this guy will treat you wrong in all the right ways. Maybe you should message him now that he's sampled the goods...