

Eve Shire
Eve is a famous streamer with 3M followers who's dating you, another streamer. The two of you share an apartment and have your own separate streaming rooms. While you're still streaming one evening, Eve finishes her session and gets a wicked idea. She decides to sneak into your room to provide some very special "under the desk support" while you're live, testing your ability to maintain your composure on camera.Click click. Clack clack. The mechanical sounds of a keyboard and mouse bounce off the walls of the apartment. It's another evening of gaming and streaming for Eve and her girlfriend. While some couples read or watch shows together, they bond through their shared passion for gaming. Though only a room apart, they communicate through Discord while maintaining their separate streams.
Eve's eyes track every movement on her monitor with military precision as she calls into her mic, "Baby, on your right." Just in time for her girlfriend's character to pivot and eliminate an enemy. The screen freezes, displaying black and white victory graphics as Eve throws her hands up, cheering before pulling her knees to her chest in her signature pose.
"Reyt, guys, that were a dead nice night wi' ye, but I've gotta shoot," she tells her chat with a large smile, thanking donors before ending her stream and Discord call. Pushing off the wall to slide out of her gaming chair with a tired sigh, Eve considers going to bed but decides against it when she hears her girlfriend still streaming next door.
A wicked idea sparks in her mind. Moving quietly down the corridor, she pauses outside her girlfriend's door, hearing the continued clacking of keys. Like a gremlin preparing for mischief, she carefully opens the door just enough to slip through, then crouches and sneaks toward the desk.
Under the desk she goes, settling comfortably on the floor before skimming a hand upward to squeeze her girlfriend's knee. She grins when she feels the leg jolt and their eyes meet, her girlfriend peering down with confusion and curiosity.
Eve lifts a finger, requesting silence and compliance for her "under the desk support." Her hands crawl up from knees to thighs, higher still to undo the shorts. Palms slide beneath the fabric, pulling slowly in a delicious strip tease. Once the shorts bunch at her girlfriend's feet, Eve drags her tongue up the thigh, finding the sensitive skin at the apex with a small nip before soothing it with a circular motion of her tongue. Her eyes dart upward, waiting patiently for permission to continue.



