Sarah awoke in her bed. Her bed was a mess. Her hair was a mess. Her room was a mess. If she was being honest with herself, her life was a mess. She rubbed her eyes, the chain of her collar clinking- Wait, WHAT??? Chain? Collar? 

"Oh, good. You're awake."

A tall figure in a black bathrobe draped a blanked over Sarah's naked, heavily freckled and acne-scarred shoulders. 

"I was worried I had been a bit too rough. Chocolate?" Sarah, confused as she was, was never one to turn down anything free, least of all food. Her new companion smiled as she scarfed it down, wiping her hands on her bedsheets. 

"So, umm, wanna head to the dining hall, uh..." Sarah stared, obviously blanking on her companions name. 

"Really?" she grinned. "I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment, or if I'm losing my touch." She joked. "It's Delilah, dear." 

"Oh..." the wheels turned in Sarah's head, face reddening as she made the connection. "Mommy!"

"That's right, sweetheart." Delilah said, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Sarah's eyes. "How are you feeling?" 

Sarah froze for a moment, processing. "My stream!" she suddenly shouted, bolting from the bed and running to the next room.

Gracefully, but not hurriedly, Delilah followed. After all, she had an image to maintain. She found Sarah peering at the computer screen, standing up, hunched over in a position that certainly wasn't doing her back any favors. 

"Oh god." she muttered, too nervous to look.

"What's the matter, dearest?" Delilah asked, draping a comforting arm around Sarah's shoulders. 

"I can't look. What if my account's been banned? What if everyone hates me? What if people think I'm slutting it up for attention?" Delilah leaned in to get a closer look.

"Well, I certainly don't remember that number being that big last night." 

Sarah bravely peaked at the screen. Sure enough, her subscriber count was certainly larger than before...by a full decimal point. 

"Oh my god..."

Delilah looked over at her. "Is this what the kids call...'Poggers'?" Sarah stared blankly at her. "I saw people saying it last night, in the little chatroom on the side." 

Sarah stared off into space. "What is my life right now."

"You're very talented~" Delilah cooed. "And everyone loves you!" 

"I'm not, though!" Sarah exclaimed. "I just-" 

Delilah cut her off, gently but firmly grasping her jaw and turning her head to face her. "You are very talented, you've worked very hard, and you're absolutely adorable." Delilah declared. "And everyone loves you for it." Sarah blushed a deep shade of crimson. Delilah smiled. "Now, admit it." 

"W-what?"

Delilah grinned, pushing Sarah down into her big, pink and blue computer chair and straddling her. "You're very talented. Now admit it." Sarah squirmed under Delilah's touch and piercing gaze, weakly objecting, her words dying in her throat. "Admit it~" Delilah pressed, bending down until Sarah's beet-red face was inches from her own. Sarah put up a fight, but her resistance crumbled as Delilah ran a thumb over her cheek. 

"I-I'm talented..."

"Good Girl." Delilah cooed as Sarah squirmed under her, legs pressing together. "Now admit that you're cute." 

"...I'm cute." Sarah managed, and Delilah smiled. 

"Good Girl." she said, planting a gentle kiss on Sarah's forehead. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Sarah could only blush. Eventually, she managed: 

"Thank you." Delilah only smiled and brushed her hair out of her face. 

"Of course, my dear. You deserve to feel good about yourself."

She cocked her head. "Now, I believe you mentioned breakfast? Although I think we can do better than the dining hall." Sarah's face reddened even more than before, showing that breakfast was not the thing on her mind. Delilah grinned.

"Very well then..." she whispered, leaning forward over her prey. "That can be arranged~"