C3 Wild Spirit

Hearing that flirtatious voice, Quinlan felt his heart soften, and a wave of goosebumps swept over him.

That voice, that tone, it was simply too much to handle! Yet, it revealed the streamer's raw talent. With the right guidance, she could shine. A little refinement, and she'd be a gem among streamers.

As the streamer finished speaking, the chat lit up with comments once more.

"This gal's got some fire..."

"I'm all about that sultry voice."

"I'm melting over here... Ah..."

Quinlan's earlier crown gift, combined with the captivating performance of the beautiful streamer, had propelled the viewership to a thousand.

The streamer's spirits soared at the sight. A thousand viewers? She had hit the big leagues on just her second day of streaming!

This surge in popularity was all thanks to the generosity of a certain 'Mr. Finnian.'

Quinlan ignored the streamer's chatter and went straight for another on-screen graffiti gift.

The streamer's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the new graffiti.

"Massive thanks to my Finnian for this epic gift. I'm totally in love with you!"

Another hundred crowns, another 1880 dollars – it was incredible. In just five minutes, she had raked in 1880 dollars from these two grand gestures.

"Mr. Finnian is mighty and majestic..."

"Finnian's power is unmatched. He's going to work the streamer to exhaustion. Can't wait to see the beautiful gal kick off the dance party!"

"We are ready..."

...

Being a big spender sure felt great, Quinlan mused.

"Mr. Finnian, you're such a tease!"

The streamer playfully scolded, her voice dripping with faux annoyance. Despite her words, she was thrilled, secretly wishing for more of Quinlan's crown graffiti.

Asking the streamer to perform 200 dances was too much – she'd be worn out. Better to cut her some slack, Quinlan mused as he typed a message into the chat.

"Let's get that dance party going. I'm in a good mood today, so half an hour will do. No need to overdo it."

The song "Party Train" that streamer chose lasted about four minutes, so half an hour would only give eight or nine plays.

"Alrighty, thanks a bunch, Finnian. You say the word, and we'll get this party started..."

With that, the young lady began searching for the song, and soon enough, the catchy tune of "Party Train" filled the air.

Quinlan gave a slight nod of approval. Not bad at all, this girl. She wasn't like some of those streamers on other platforms, dilly-dallying forever, baiting for gifts before they'd even start. This kind of unreserved streamer is definitely worth tuning in to more often.

As the music kicked off, the beautiful streamer's sultry figure danced with fervor to the pounding beat. Her movements were fluid and seamless, not a hint of awkwardness. What man could watch without feeling a stir of excitement? She was a sight for sore eyes!

The chat was abuzz once more.

"This girl's got energy..."

"Awesome..."

"Finnian, you're the man!"

Of course, the audience was singing Finnian's praises; after all, it was Quinlan's generous tipping that had granted them this visual feast.

After about five minutes, Quinlan's interest waned, and he decided to make his exit, leaving a message in the chat.

"Keep it up, guys. Make sure the lovely streamer completes her task. I'm out."

The chat lit up with farewells.

"Farewell, Finnian..."

"See you next time, Mr. Finnian..."

...

"See you, Finnian. Drop by when you can."

The streamer's voice took on a coquettish tone once more. Though new to the scene, she knew the score: you can't make the big spenders stay, but play your cards right, and they just might return.

In her streaming room, Quinlan had relished the high-roller experience—it was legit awesome!

Quinlan scrolled through more live streams, his eyes caught by a particularly bold title.

"Brothers, for a thousand crowns, I'll eat a live toad..."

On the cover was a young man, his skin a deep shade of tan, looking to be in his mid-twenties. In his hands, he cradled a toad, his face beaming with a radiant smile.

"Damn, this guy's hardcore," he thought. "Eating a toad raw? That's some wild spirit!"

But that wild spirit? He couldn't get enough of it. A devilish grin spread across Quinlan's face.

He tapped into the profile leisurely, taking in the details.

Name: Outdoor Magnus Followers: 350,000

Bio: Your go-to outdoor broadcaster. If you can imagine it, I can do it. Want more wildness? You got it. Thanks for the support, my brothers. Fists of gratitude to you all.

Quinlan fired up the live stream again. The streamer wasn't a major player, with a room of about 1,500 viewers—a modest thousand-viewer streamer. A smattering of small gifts floated across the chat, the priciest topping out at just $9.99. No big spenders in sight.

There he was, the streamer, by the riverbank, scooping up fish with a tool, all the while dispensing fish facts to the audience.

Quinlan wasn't here for fish trivia; he was here for the toad-eating action.

He knew if he outright asked about the live toad-eating, the streamer might ignore him or miss the question entirely. It's what happens when you're one in a sea of viewers. But getting the streamer's attention? That was easy. Just some little crowns would do.

With that thought, Quinlan hit the gift icon and sent some crowns.

Here on this platform, a true tycoon's symbol was generosity, sending out crown gifts wherever he went, fitting for a man of Quinlan's stature.

The sight of the crowns on the public chat brought a surge of excitement to Outdoor Magnus's face.

"Thank you, Finnian, for the generous gifts!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Outdoor Magnus's mind. "Damn, just a few seconds and already twenty crowns? This guy's fast—definitely a big spender!"

"Thank you, Finnian. I give you a deep bow." Outdoor Magnus clasped his fists and bowed deeply, a full 90 degrees to the screen.

In under a minute, a hundred crowns were sent, securing Quinlan the top spot with ease.

Quinlan knew he had now caught the keen eye of Outdoor Magnus and could pose his questions directly.

"Does a thousand crowns mean you'll eat a toad alive?"

Outdoor Magnus, taken aback by Quinlan's message on the public chat, had only intended to drum up some excitement with the live toad-eating stunt. He never expected anyone to actually donate a thousand crowns—that's well over twenty thousand dollars.

He considered himself quite the daredevil, having eaten raw pork and beef before, but a live toad was uncharted territory. After all, the very thought of it was off-putting, to say the least.

The audience, too, had taken note of the name "Finnian," a big spender making waves. They had all caught Finnian's bold query.

The viewers were there for the spectacle, the wilder the better. Suddenly, the public chat was ablaze with activity.

"Hey, Outdoor Magnus! Finnian wants to know, will you really eat a live toad if you get a thousand crowns?"

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