>>6040575>>6040577Your brazen insinuation of recommending Annabel to sell sex pictures and merch of herself online really shocks Natalie, who appears quite prim and sensitive.
To her credit, despite how ill this waiting line to an industrial rave is making her feel, Natalie leaps in to defend Annabel. You get the mental image as if a mouse had attempted to turn round and punch a snake about to swallow it:
-um, excuse me? (Natalie pushes her glasses timidly up her nose, which crinkles as she summons the courage to confront you, stuttering) Excuse me? We... we are having a private conversation here. That is... not an ok thing to say to Annabel here, she- she is still recovering from her problems with stress and addiction...- I mean, if you don't have anything appropriate to contribute, I am going to have to ask you to leave us alone. I mean (Natalie panics a little) I will- I will call security!
(You look around. It is an underground rave in a far section of an enormous derelict shopping mall. Amidst the crowds of gathered partygoers, there is no security at all)
Annabel holds up her hand as if to signal Natalie to back down. You get the impression that despite her demure looking outward appearance - Annabel does look truly breathtaking, as glamorous as any celebrity you have ever seen - Annabel is as ferocious as a wolf:
-Calm down Natalie, I got this (Annabel turn to you) So sweetie, you think I should sell pictures of myself? On the internet? Well that just goes to show what you know about showbusiness. I got to where I am, by defending myself, having standards. Not letting myself be groped by every producer between here and the Hills just for a sign or chance at an audition. Do you know what percentage of online streamers can actually even build a living, or even make any semblance of a decent income? 1% ? 0.01%? And say you finally get there, painstakingly build a following; then they just change the algorithm. Because algorithms are so reliable! (Annabel pauses, takes a breath) I got to where I am today by not selling out. I know what I am worth. I am special, I am a star. I will make it happen some day, and not take it from some internet algorithm. They just want to make people compete against each other, over and over again, whilst they harvest us. Harvest our youth and personalities and beauty and looks. Who is the naive one, huh? And besides, what makes you think you can even afford someone like me?
