The gap between the two streamers' popularity was evident. Most of Felicia's gifts came from Jason, while Daira had over 5,000 dollars.
This posed a significant challenge for Felicia, who didn't have much of a fanbase and wasn't willing to do anything daring to attract attention. She bit her lip, looking anxious.
As my girlfriend, she knew she couldn't try pleasing her male audience and was troubled.
After all, things had gone from a harmless live challenge to a bet with a 100-thousand-dollar wager, and she clearly didn't have that kind of money.
Just then, Jason chimed in again. "You're only 4,000 dollars short, Felicia. I'll cover that for you if you agree to go on a date with me tomorrow. In fact, I'll even add another 1,000 dollars to help you win!"
Other viewers immediately started throwing taunts.
"Come on. Just say 'yes'! You get to earn so much money from a single meal. Gee, what a deal!"
"Damn, being a woman sure makes life simple. She can easily earn 5,000 dollars while I'm out here grinding all month for just 3,000 dollars."
"Is it true that it only costs 5,000 dollars to go on a date with Felicia? In that case, count me in!"
Felicia's face went crimson, and she was speechless.
Meanwhile, Daira couldn't hide her jealousy when she noticed the comments on Felicia's stream. "I thought you were a normal, plain-looking woman. But it looks like you're filthier than the other streamers out there. With that kind of label, you're basically naming your price for your services!"
She continued, "I might also make money off my fans, but at least I rely on real skills and talents. It's an insult to be competing against you!"
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