When I heard that the advisors and professors were watching, I could not help but think it was inappropriate. After all, it seemed strange for educators to watch their students in such suggestive livestreams.
"That's strange. So why isn't anyone talking? Did Felicia clear the chat?" I asked.
"Who could even speak after that? Anonymous just completely destroyed everyone!" Liam mumbled.
Benjamin added with a laugh, "While we were fighting over thousand-dollar gifts, this whale dropped 270 thousand like it's nothing. What a world we live in..."
It finally hit me that they were all stunned by the sheer amount I had spent. Before long, the chat slowly came back to life, with messages flooding in.
"Who is this rich dude?"
"Anonymous, are you from our school? Give us a hint!"
"Anonymous, need a girlfriend? 38-22-36, DM me for pics!"
Felicia was sobbing into her hands, but she quickly wiped her tears away and flashed a sweet smile. "Thank you so much, Anonymous. Would you like me to dance? If not, I'd love to perform my favorite dance for you—one I've never shown anyone else."
"Wait," I typed, and Felicia immediately responded, "Would you like to request a specific dance?"
"No," I replied. While I sympathized with her situation and had donated to help with the surgery costs, I had not forgotten my original purpose.
"I don't want anyone freeloading off the dance I paid for. Could you kick that broke poser Jason out of the stream?"
Matthew erupted in cheers when he saw my message. "Yes! The whale is on our side! Liam, you lucky dog—you've got a rich defender!"
Liam's face turned red with excitement. "Whoever this person is, I'll marry him if I have to!"
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