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Check the twerking video's performance on OnlyFans

The phone is on the belly and the belly is on the chair and the office is quiet except the hum of the screen and the hum of the building and the hum of the wish. Lena opens OnlyFans. The twerking video has been up for forty minutes. The numbers are moving in real time — the view count ticking upward every time she refreshes, the likes climbing, the comments stacking. 412 views. 387 likes. The subscriber count has jumped from 829 to 847 since the video went live and it's still climbing. Comments fill the screen: "both of you are unreal," "the beard bouncing is everything," "440 and 387 and the office and the numbers — this is the best content on this platform," "more," "MORE." A $15 tip arrives with the message "the floor is holding I'm not." Lena likes the tip.

Diane is on the carpet with the tablet on her belly, the beard flat against the floor, the eyes closed. Not asleep — resting. The brown eyes open when the phone buzzes. Lena reads the numbers aloud.

"847 subscribers. 387 likes in forty minutes. It's climbing."

"I saw," Diane says. The beard moves. The voice is flat and warm.

"Carl texted me. He saw it. He laughed for six minutes this time. He said the beard bouncing is his favorite part."

Lena scrolls. The comments keep stacking — some of them long, some of them short, some of them just the word "more" with no punctuation and no context. The video is forty-seven seconds long and the view count is already higher than any single post she's had. The algorithm is pushing it. The subscriber growth curve is steepening. The numbers look like the branch numbers — climbing in one direction, accelerating, the gap between this post and the last post widening every time she refreshes. She refreshes again. 863 subscribers.

"It's going to hit 900 by tonight," Lena says. The yellow nail taps the screen. The grease smudge catches the light. The office is warm and the smoke is thin and the afternoon is gold and the building is empty and the two of them are on the floor and the chair and the carpet and the numbers are real and the bodies are real and the video is climbing and the wish hums.

The phone buzzes. Marcus. "Almost there. Five minutes. Brought twice what you asked for."

Lena smiles. The yellow teeth show. The oily face catches the light. The belly shifts in the chair and the chair groans and the phone falls on the belly and the belly holds it and the office is warm and Marcus is coming and the weekend is here and the numbers are climbing and the wish hums and the hum is everything.