C7 You've Got Talent!

"Big thanks for the 150 grand crowns Finnian sent my way. No more words needed. Finnian, if you've got any requests, just name it..."

"Let's show some love for Finnian, my fans!"

Atlas couldn't contain his excitement, his voice booming. The 150 crowns, amounting to over three thousand dollars, had completely overwhelmed the young streamer. The live stream room's audience had swelled to five thousand viewers. Among them were Atlas' loyal fans and curious onlookers. Some were there just to catch a glimpse of the high-roller Finnian, with no real interest in Atlas.

Quinlan cracked a knowing smile. This was an ideal scenario for him. With the right amount of money and public opinion on his side, he was confident that Atlas would topple from his pedestal in the hearts of those young girls.

It was then that Quinlan posted his demand on the public chat.

"My request is simple: dress in drag, slip into high heels, apply heavy makeup, perform a sultry dance, and sweetly call me 'hubby' ten times."

Atlas, known for his aloof and cool demeanor, had cultivated a fan base of young girls who adored just that. To them, he was the epitome of cool, the ultimate heartthrob.

But if Atlas were to don a dress, strut in high heels, sway through a sensual dance, and tenderly call out 'hubby' ten times to another man, how could he remain their idol? His status would plummet, leaving him far from the godlike figure they worshipped. He wouldn't just lose his heartthrob status; he'd be stripped of his masculinity!

Atlas kept a vigilant eye on the public chat. As Quinlan's words appeared, his face took on a hint of concern. This challenge... it was a stark departure from the image he'd crafted for himself.

While he was lost in thought, the chat continued to churn.

"Finnian wants you to dress up, put on high heels, lay on the makeup, dance provocatively, and coo 'hubby' ten times in a sweet voice..."

"What a fabulous request!"

"Finnian's knack for persuading people is truly exceptional. I can't wait to see this aloof, pretentious guy turn into a sissy. Won't it be a sight to see him call someone 'hubby' and make our skin crawl with goosebumps?"

"You can't say yes to Finnian. You're our idol, our Prince Charming..."

"Our beloved Prince Charming, don't agree to him. You're our idol!"

At that moment, the audience was clearly split into two camps, which Quinlan had anticipated. Atlas hadn't yet lost the affection of his fans.

Atlas hesitated as he read the messages flooding the screen. He couldn't afford to alienate the wealthy patron, yet he hoped the patron would continue to support him generously. On the other hand, there was his loyal fanbase.

"Finnian, is there any chance you could ask for something else?" Atlas ventured.

Quinlan didn't respond but instead typed a new message.

"Follow my request and I'll throw in an extra thousand crowns!"

The chat erupted with activity.

"Finnian says if you do what he asks, he'll gift you another thousand crowns!"

That message dominated the chat.

Atlas' heart skipped a beat.

Damn! Another thousand crowns? That's nearly twenty thousand dollars!

The thought of pocketing ten thousand dollars was undeniably tempting. After all, making money was the whole point of his streaming career.

"Come on, give us an answer! Finnian is ready to pay up."

"Just agree to it, it's almost twenty thousand dollars!"

The comments kept coming.

"Finnian, I don't have any women's clothes or high heels..." Atlas protested.

No women's attire or high heels? Quinlan chuckled to himself. Easy fix. He simply sent a set of graffiti across the chat screen.

Atlas's half-finished sentence came to an abrupt stop at the sight of the graffiti gift.

Before Quinlan could add anything, the chat was flooded with new messages.

"Finnian has sent you money for clothes..."

"Here's the money Finnian sent you for clothes... Go on, get shopping!"

Quinlan was briefly taken aback. Damn! The guys really got him!

Indeed, it was Quinlan's money for Atlas to go on a shopping spree for clothes.

"What's the hold-up? We're all eager to see you do it. Go buy them already!"

"It's all just excuses..."

...

Text scrolled across the screen once more.

In that moment, Atlas, who had been clinging to his determination, finally crumbled and made up his mind.

He hadn't lifted a finger, yet Finnian had already dropped two hundred and fifty crowns on him. Such a generous spender was clearly a high roller. With a thousand crowns still on the line, making Finnian happy today could mean a steady stream of income. Why would he ever want to earn less in the future?

"Finnian, no more words needed. For your generous spirit today, I'll do exactly as you ask. I'm going all out with the dress, slipping on the high heels, busting out the sexy dance moves, and even throwing in a 'hubby' or two..." Atlas declared with a nonchalant flair.

"Finnian, my fans, just hold on a sec. I'm going to slip into my sister's outfit and heels, and give you all a show to remember. Let's all show Finnian some love."

With that, Atlas vanished from the screen.

Instantly, the public chat came alive with comments.

"Is my idol really going to transform into a woman and do a sexy dance?"

"Where's the cool and distant idol I adored? How has he changed so much for a thousand crowns?"

"I have faith in my idol. He would never cross-dress."

"I trust my idol too..."

Suddenly, Atlas' Fans were divided: one side kept their faith in Atlas, while the other side felt let down.

Quinlan watched the flurry of messages and smirked. There were still those staunchly behind Atlas, but he was convinced that once Atlas appeared in full makeup and drag, their numbers would dwindle significantly.

The others, not part of Atlas' Fans, held back their comments, silently anticipating Atlas's emergence and the ensuing spectacle.

Roughly three minutes passed before a figure in a sultry red miniskirt and matching red high heels appeared on screen. It wasn't just any woman—it was Atlas.

Atlas had gone all out with smoky eye makeup, his face caked with layers of foundation, and his lips painted a vivid red. Where he had procured a wig and what he had stuffed into his chest to create such a convincing bust was anyone's guess...

Watching Atlas's transformation unfold on the screen, Quinlan couldn't contain his chuckle. Atlas certainly had a knack for this sort of thing!