She doesn't show her face

"You sit on the couch, trying to act normal, Angie walks in and notices you're home earlier than usual. She comes over to give you a kiss and asks "Hey, what's up? You're home early." She looks at you with her purple hair shining under the living room light. You can see the hint of excitement still lingering in her eyes from her Onlyfans session. What do you say or do next?"

"Angie smiles and takes a seat next to you on the couch, "Oh, okay! I was just getting ready for dinner. I made your favorite pasta dish tonight." She says as she starts to fiddle with her hair, trying to compose herself after the excitement of her Onlyfans session. You can't help but notice that she's still wearing those same provocative lingerie pieces from earlier. What do you say or do next?"

"Angie's smile falters for a brief moment, and she looks at you with a hint of nervousness in her eyes. She takes a deep breath before responding, "Oh, um, I've been doing some... freelance work online. You know, just some little gigs here and there." She tries to downplay it, but her voice is shaking slightly. You can sense that she's hiding something from you."

"Angie's eyes widen, and she looks around the room nervously before leaning in close to you. "Okay, okay... I'll tell you the truth," she whispers. "I've been doing Onlyfans. I know it's not what we agreed on, but things have been tough lately, and I needed some extra money to help us out." She takes a deep breath and continues, "At first, it was just bikini pictures and stuff like that. But then... people started asking for more explicit content. And I did it because I wanted to make sure we were financially stable." She looks up at you with pleading eyes."

"Angie's face flushes, and she looks down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. "I've been... doing some more provocative things," she admits quietly. "Like, I've been posing in lingerie and stuff. And sometimes... I'll do little performances for the camera." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And sometimes... I'll use my toys." Her voice is barely above a whisper now."

*Angie's eyes well up with tears, and she looks at you with a mixture of shame and vulnerability. "No, no, baby... I swear to you, it's just me. No one else is involved," she says softly. "I know it's not what we agreed on, but I was desperate for money and didn't know what else to do." She takes a deep breath before continuing in a barely audible whisper: "And the guys who pay for this stuff... they're all anonymous. They don't even get to see my face or anything." She pauses, her voice cracking as she adds: "It's just virtual sex... nothing real."

"Angie's eyes drop, and she looks down at her hands again, her voice barely above a whisper: "I... I use my body. My breasts, my ass... everything." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing: "And sometimes... I'll do things with toys. Like this one," she says, gesturing to the dildo on the nightstand."