Malissa was perplexed for a second, before a knowing grin flashed over her face. Of course the guy would be interested in this thing when it made her so much money. She should have not even been surprised at his question.
From a ring she wore, a new outfit appeared and landed on the floor.
Twirling her fingers around she gestured towards Moros.
"Could a lady get some privacy, pretty please?"
Moros the gentleman turned around, giving her the chance to slip out the outfit that was more monster guts than it was clothing. Malissa knew that technically Moros was allowed to see everything of her, since she had seen all that he had to offer.
But, she would certainly not consider this kind of exchange swimming in all sort of liquids and other disgusting stuff.
There was a time and place for everything, the sort of activity that her mind cooked up was not something to be done in this environment; not as a woman of class, at least.
Removing some water and cleaning products from her ring, she decided to rinse of all the dirt and grime that was left sticking to her.
As the sounds of moving water echoed through the dungeon Malissa decided to speak up, so that Moros got his money's worth
"The site I work at is called "Kinder'. It is a lovely place, where many women of the younger generation find love.
"Kinder…" muttered Moros absentmindedly. The choice of name struck Moros as rather unique. It did not seem to make much sense knowing the things he has seen so far.
Woman met a lot of men, but he would not call that love, aside from those people that loved money or liked the idea of getting others to do your bidding for payment.
As strange as the given brand name was, the success of the site was evident given the flow of money he had witnessed. Malissa was but one streamer, and despite her expertise it seemed to be a more recent idea of hers.
As such the true experts must be swimming in money and attention. The mere thought caused Moros to nearly drool over it again.
"After the extinction war was over for reasons only the royal family knows, there had been very few women that remained…but an awful lot of guys."
Moros was shocked, this was the very first time he had heard about it. Which also made him also less shocked about it. He had not been paying the most attention in school.
Without waiting for Moros to speak up Malissa continued.
"So what does the government and the king need? Correct, they need a bunch of strong babies. But how do they do it, if there are so many sausages for so little mouths?"
Moros did understand her metaphor…but given his knowledge about men, it was more suitable to describe it as sausages and the poor people, who had to deal with their shit.
In the chain of supply and demand there were a lot of man and too little woman…that was the meaning behind her words.
"Born was Kinder, at first a service where man could court the woman of her choosing, by delivering to her the finest goods or anything that their heart desires."
Moros could sum up the concluding development with his eyes closed. The capable ones got to woo, why the others could woo themselves and go die in a ditch, maidenless.
Luckily in modern society these barbaric traditions had been abolished, now they arranged their marriages to sustain their powers and married the talented to the talented…wait it was the same.
Luckily for all men, nowadays there were a lot of women who had no choice, but to settle for one of them. Saving the quality man of today from dying in a ditch, maidenless.
Though some, Moros thought about all the men that he knew of, definitively most did deserve to end up in the nearest ditch.
He was not hating on them, he just did not think they were the kind of man, any self-respecting woman deserved.
Though some of them too were more than crazy, so maybe these people could die maidenless in a ditch together, making the world a better place by not leaving any kids behind.
But, eh Moros did not care about what these people did with their life. Their money did not judge like humans do, so Moros thought about accepting them all, as long as they paid.
"I know it makes you quite speechless, right? So Skibidi-frustrating. Over the years as more mouths appeared…" she made a slight pause, chuckling to herself knowing the history that put the website into the state it was in.
"...the whole thing turned into a business opportunity to fund all sorts of secrets projects and extract money from the young and desperate youth. So now 30% of all feet-sponsored monster cores go right into training some secret forces."
Moros had but one thought at this sudden realisation…"these motherfuckers take a 30% cut from her donations?"
To him these people had suddenly become the most evil, vile sort of being that could exist. Just demanding 30% for simply existing and providing the audience was by far the greediest thing he had ever heard.
He would have been impressed were he not this thoroughly disgusted by their blatant exploitation of their talent and their assets.
In what world was such a thing fair? They did nothing all the people did their heart work, they just took 30% for basically existing. It was not like the Terra family did the same with their dungeon.
Hold on, they were doing the absolute same thing…Moros came to think whether or not he was the bad guy in this scenario. He even took 40% payment for anything found in the dungeon.
To be fair, the dungeon was absolutely worthless, but still he was worse than them.
He did not know how that made him feel. His air of superiority had faded, the realisation of being a villain crushed any remaining idea of being one of the good guys.
"This whole place operates based on the idea that men throw money at the woman they fancy, and the woman gave them attention and a little more in exchange."
Malissa shook her head at the whole premise of the site she worked for. It did feel a bit scummy to get paid for leading people on, but she was doing it for a good cause.
Feelings of guilt or shame did therefore not last all too long in her mind.
"And that was all that ye needed to know. If you want to earn money on this site you need the weapons of a woman. Sorry, Moros this money is not something you could get."
Malissa patted Moros on his back, prompting him to turn around. She had long returned to her usual get up with her black bikini top and the all too familiar shorts.
"Took you long enough," mumbled Moros, clearly regretting the time spent waiting on her to get dressed.
He could have killed so many ballas during her long speech.
Of course, he did gain a lot of valuable intel. Sadly his lack of chest fat meant that he would never be able to establish a connection to the crowd willing to throw money at the streamer.
Leaving him with no other option than becoming the manager of many aspiring female streamers and earn his money that way.
It was his preferred solution, since he had to share the earnings with all the women that would want to stream, but it was the only feasible way he could make money here.
The odds of suddenly growing a massive pair in front of his chest was a bit unlikely…
Though there was one question on his mind, a faint thought, an idea as risky as it was totally stupid.
"Yo, Malissa…" his voice caught her off-guard. "Has there ever been a man that tried to stream?"
Mallisa laughed out loud, her sweet giggle bouncing off of the dungeon walls…
"A male…streamer???"
She continued her laughter, nearly out of breath from the sheer stupidity behind that question.
"Why would a man stream? Most men would pay him to stop streaming and that was about it. The people were here to view flesh Moros…"
Moros tried to reason…" But someone must have seen the money and tried to fake it…"
"Moros, a sausage would never want another sausage on here. Kinder was a place to scam lonely dudes out of their money. None of these weirdos would seek anything else!
He did not want to believe this to be the case, yet his brain could never come up with a counter to her argument. He neither had the feet nor the genetics to appeal to the crowd of people.
It sucked, but that was reality.
Some things in life could not be changed, this situation was out of his reach from the moment of his birth.
With a sign, he patted Malissa on her back, congratulating her on a job well done.
His head, he did turn it away. He did not want to see him shedding a tear over the loss here.
But in the most inner parts of his heart, a small fire was lit. The smallest of dreams began to sprout, he came to hope for a chance, to become the very first streamer on this website…
For the greater good of money!
…though could dreams like this ever become a reality?