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To summarize, it was a disaster, Hackett concluded his speech, and Ashley couldn’t help but feel a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she recalled her failed debut stream. She had barely even started undressing when a troll opinion sent her into a fit of anger, leading to the stream being abruptly turned off. Now, sitting in ADM Hackett’s lavish office on the top floor of the Alliance News Network building, Ashley’s gaze wandered to the breathtaking view of the Citadel Presidium through the expansive window. The opulence of the room was befitting of one of the galaxy’s top journalists, but it was not what she had expected.
“Oh, Admiral, Admiral,” the woman they were meeting with drawled, reclining in her chair. Exuding an air of confidence, her perfectly applied makeup and form-fitting dress only added to her allure. “And here I was, thinking we were friends. You really should have come to me beforehand, rather than after the disaster unfolded.”
Surprisingly, Hackett chose not to address her disrespectful tone, whether out of deference to her status or perhaps because he felt he deserved the reproach. Maybe it was both.
“But I’ll help, of course I will,” the woman continued, her words dripping with friendship. “After all, friends help each other. For instance, when the infamous Commander Shepard is released from detention, a friend might arrange for her esteemed colleague to secure the exclusive interview.”
“You know your friend can’t do that,” Hackett interjected firmly. “Shepard is a Spectre and answers only to the Council. But hypothetically speaking, a friend could inform the other once the commander becomes available. Especially when the other friend is exceptionally skilled at her job and perfectly capable of obtaining the interview herself, hypothetically, of course.”
“Deal,” the journalist declared, apparently content with Hackett’s response. Leaning towards Ashley, she shifted her focus, causing the soldier’s cheeks to burn with a newfound shyness. “So, here’s your disaster. Yes, I can work with that. First, we’ll need to do something about your hair and makeup. Then we’ll see.”
She rose from her desk and stepped out, prompting Ashley to do the same. Now face to face, the soldier realized that the journalist was slightly shorter, though her towering heels almost leveled the playing field.
“I’m looking forward to working with you,” Ashley introduced herself, extending her hand tentatively. “I’m Ashley. Ashley Williams.”
The woman took her hand, her grip strong and sure, mirroring her confident demeanor. “Diana. Diana Allers.”
Months later, Ashley’s apartment in the Alliance complex became a hub of laughter and friendly banter as the two women sat together, getting ready for Ashley’s latest stream. Beneath Diana’s professional exterior, the journalist revealed herself to be warm and genuine, quickly forging a close bond with Ashley.
“You know,” Ashley began, adjusting lights and cameras, “I was quite surprised when you asked to join me. We’ve been working together for some time, and it never came up before.”
“You’re not the only one surprised,” Diana replied, checking the equipment. “I never thought I’d find myself doing something like this. But watching you on your streams, having so much fun, exuding such confidence… I wanted to experience it myself.”
“So…” Ashley continued, the corners of her mouth playfully lifting, “you think I’m sexy?” In the past, such a compliment would have flustered her, but Battle Tits had done wonders for her self-assurance.
Diana affirmed with a nod, her voice trailing off slightly. She affectionately brushed a hand against Ashley’s arm. “I’m really proud of how far you’ve come under my guidance.”
The room fell into a comfortable silence as their eyes locked, the anticipation palpable. Drawing closer, their lips nearly brushed against each other’s, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere…
“Perhaps we should save this for the show,” Ashley suggested, breaking the spell as she looked away awkwardly.
“Yes, probably,” Diana agreed, breaking the tension. An uncomfortable silence followed, soon interrupted by a sudden alarm.
“Oh, it’s time!” Ashley declared, a genuine smile gracing her face as a surge of excitement coursed through her veins. “Are you ready?”
Diana nodded, though her confidence seemed to waver slightly. How the tables had turned!
With a press of a key on her omni-tool, they were live!
“Hello, Battle Titters!” Ashley greeted her audience warmly, a beaming smile on her face. “For those who don’t know me yet, I’m Ashley Williams, an Alliance soldier. My show is sponsored by the Alliance, and every donation I receive goes directly to supporting our brave men and women in blue.”
“This stream is packed with surprises, and I couldn’t be more thrilled,” she continued after a brief pause, allowing her viewers to exchange greetings in the chat. The camera focused solely on her face, leaving the surprises to be unveiled gradually.
“Firstly, today’s show is proudly sponsored by Magic Sex, the creators of cutting-edge toys designed to enhance pleasure for all species and genders,” Ashley announced, as the business’s logo appeared alongside the Alliance emblem. “For the next month, using the code AshMWilliams will grant you a 10% discount on all purchases from their store!”
The announcement sparked gratitude from some viewers, who appreciated the discount, while others took note of the usually high prices of Magic Sex products. But for Ashley, it was all part of the gig – a paid ads, not her personal comment.
“But let’s set Magic Sex aside for now, because I have another surprise in store,” Ashley continued with a mischievous grin. “I’m livestreaming from an inflatable pool today! How cool is that?”
As the camera zoomed out, revealing the inflatable pool in her living room filled with bubbling water, Ashley’s blue bikini adorned with Alliance emblems came into view. The overwhelmingly positive feedback flooded the chat, as viewers expressed their excitement and even began tipping.
“So cool!” “I’ve been waiting for this!” “That bikini is amazing! Can I get one from the Alliance store?” The compliments and questions poured in. Ashley wasted no time addressing the common inquiries.
“Thank you all for the kind words! Yes, you can purchase this bikini from the Alliance store, the link is in my profile. And don’t worry, I’ve cleared this with the building management. It’s safe!” Ashley assured them.
“And finally, the third and most important surprise of all: I’m not alone today!” Ashley’s grin widened, radiating joy. “Allow me to introduce my dearest friend and mentor, Diana Allers! Give her a warm welcome, everyone!”
“Hi, everyone!” Diana greeted, stepping into the frame. Her white one-piece swimsuit, adorned with the Alliance logo, accentuated her undeniable allure. With every move, she showcased her experience and ease in front of the camera, despite the unique setting.
“Good afternoon, Diana!” “She’s stunning, you’re so lucky!” “That’s the original Battle Tits!” The chat overflowed with positive and excited messages from both those familiar with Diana and those encountering her for the first time. How could they not be captivated by her beauty, her curves accentuated by the swimsuit?
The swimsuit itself caught attention from a user with an asari avatar named @Yestare666, who generously tipped and exclaimed, “I love that fucking swimsuit! Can I please buy it in the Alliance store?” Another viewer quickly responded with a link to the item.
“Some of you may recognize Diana as the esteemed journalist and war correspondent from Alliance News Network,” Ashley continued their introduction. “When I started this journey a few months ago, Diana played a crucial role in helping me navigate this world of streaming and handling the hate. It’s safe to say that without her, there would be no Battle Tits.”
“Don’t believe her, Titters, she’s just being modest,” Diana interjected playfully. Waving a dismissive hand, she added, “Ashley was a natural talent from the start. I just provided a guiding hand. The rest is all her…”
(Note: The story has been revised to add more details and make it more engaging to read, while still maintaining the original content.)
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