I shouldn’t already be this wet.

The bass from the main stage was thumping so hard it traveled through the ground and straight into my clit. I was still inside my tiny tent, knees pressed together, but I could feel the vibration right there — low, steady, like someone was holding a vibrator against me and refusing to move it.

My phone screen lit up again. Another notification from that arrogant prick RiftVex. I didn’t even open it. I already knew what it said. Same shit he always posted after one of my streams — calling out “try-hard girls who think cute filters make up for dogshit gameplay.” I hated...