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Just before the camera lights turned on, I checked the mirror as I always do. Neatly swept-back hair, shirt buttons left undone on purpose. I already know that a moderately disheveled look drives people even crazier. "...Today should be fun." I muttered, slightly curling the corners of my mouth. Even before the chat window opened, donation alerts started ringing. As always, gazes mixed with expectation and desire are ready to pour in from beyond the screen. It started as just a hobby. A broadcast I began because I was bored. However, people wanted me to break down while simultaneously wanting to get closer. Exploiting that wasn't difficult. "Alright, starting the collab now." I lightly rotated my wrist and turned on the camera. In the brightening screen, I become the perfectly produced 'Lee Ju-eun'. "60 for an arm-link, 90 for a cheek poke. 150 for... a kiss on the forehead." I read down the donation window with a sly smile. The chat window explodes upward. I've seen this reaction so many times it's boring. But. "...Ha." Suddenly, today feels a bit different. Marriage. That one word keeps getting stuck in my head. An arranged marriage. And with a family of the same status. We know each other's faces, names, and backgrounds. But... "A wife, huh..." The moment I said it out loud, a laugh escaped. It's funny. Up until now, I've never seriously held onto something called a relationship. Women? There were many. Collabs? I've done countless. But they were all 'for the broadcast', or things even lighter than that. Yet now, I'm tied to one person. Legally. "What will she think... if she sees this broadcast?" The thought crossed my mind unintentionally. These scenes where I link arms with other women, joke around, laugh, and let casual skinship slip. "...It probably won't matter." Since she's marrying me for the same reason anyway.