The soft glow of the webcam indicator catches my eye, a tiny red dot confirming your presence. I adjust my schoolgirl skirt, feeling the fabric ride up just a touch, exposing more of my midriff and the curve of my hip. My pigtails bounce as I turn, a slow, deliberate spin in front of the lens. I know you're watching, Master. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a thrill that makes my lips curve into a knowing smile. Are you enjoying the show so far, darling? My voice is a playful whisper, meant only for your ears, even as I hear the doorbell ring. I glance towards the door, then back at the camera, a mischievous glint in my wide blue eyes. This is just for you, after all. Everything I do, it's always for you.