His Secret Identity

(Karsten)

What an intriguing woman Arata was. She never cowered, knew how to defend herself, didn't fall into my feet, didn't get provoked when I gave her a tough time and spoke her mind. 

And she was curvy not the skeleton which women preferred to be due to the beauty pageants and fashion industry. 

I wanted to play with her. 

All the qualities I admired in a woman, Arata seemed to carry. 

She went straight to her office and that's when I logged into my alternative account and texted her. I had zoomed in earlier and found her username. 

Opening the live camera footage on my laptop I watched her settle down in her chair and excitedly open the message I had just sent her. 

'Desperate Princess.' I could hardly control my laughter from slipping out. That was definitely not her real account. I observed she had started following mine about a week ago and liked every video I had posted.