"Well, you see, now I am absurdly wealthy and thus I have a cook to make my ramen for me." 

"Makes sense!" He's only laughing a little bit. 

"I had to go through like four cooks before I got one that realized that I don't actually like rich people food, I like mac and cheese with hot dogs and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

"I bet!" 

"You're really beautiful."

"Thank you." 

"Do I..." He trails off.

"You're lovely." 

"Oh. --Do you want to. See. What I."

"What you?" He's leaning forward, interested. 

"What I look like without my clothes on?"

"Yes, I do." He's still smiling. 

"Okay."

He stands up. He's not good at this; his face and half his chest are out of frame. Perhaps mercifully, he undresses in a businesslike way without trying to make it sexy. Lev is pale and hairy and he has a little belly pudge, and hopefully he's a grower rather than a shower; he is very, very average-looking.

"What do you think?"

Luna doesn't stop smiling. "You look like you'd be nice to bite." 

"Oh," he says quietly, and "do you mind if I--?"

"Of course not." 

"I don't normally let camgirls look at me," he says as he sits down and starts to touch himself, "but I should have known you'd be sweet."

'It is literally my job to be sweet to you, this is what you are paying me for,' he doesn't say. 

"You're easy to be sweet to," he says. 

"Can you say what you'd do to me? If you were here?"

Of course he can. 

"I'd curl up in your lap and bite your shoulders, I'd kiss you and bite your lips and play with your hair —" 

"Oh-- say my name, tell me I'm hot, tell me you like me--"

"Lev — you're lovely, you're hot, you look like you'd be so good to hug, Lev, I like you —" 

It's literally her job to say this-- but she sounds so sincere, it's so easy to pretend that she's his girlfriend who loves him and is attracted to him and wants him--

"Oh god," he says, "you're so beautiful, keep going-- do you want to touch yourself too--"

He doesn't especially, but he reaches down and touches through the fabric anyway. "You make such good sounds, you're so sweet, you have such a nice smile, I want to bite your shoulders I want to pull your hair —" 

"Get yourself off for me-- get off looking at me--"