I had to walk into the bathroom in a swimsuit, then bathe under the gaze of tens of millions of people?
Even with skin as thick as castle walls, I couldn't withstand that kind of public execution, let alone a damn 360-degree full-view livestream. Who knew how much the viewers would see?
"No, no matter how you look at it, isn't this going too far?"
Mom asked, "What's so excessive about it? You streamed in a swimsuit before, didn't you? Why can't you do it now?"
She meant the training-camp stream at Sirius's seaside vacation villa... She even knew about that...
Was Mom actually pretty invested in my idol career?
"The situation was different then. We were filming a show, but now even my personal privacy has been stripped away. It's hard not to resist."
But even after I said that on the stream, hardly anyone left the broadcast room. My stream had practically become the highest-rated program in this New World.
Still, Mom was right. I definitely had to bathe.
After all, the stream was still on. If I didn't bathe, the whole world would know that after working all day, I came home without showering and went back to being a maid the next day.
That kind of slovenly reputation wouldn't be good either...
Did I really have no choice but to bathe in a swimsuit?
"Miluno, I'm done washing."
Maybe I had been thinking for too long. Barbara had already changed clothes, finished bathing, and come out of the bathroom.
She looked at Mom, then at the livestream on the computer screen, before obediently sitting on the bed. At least she didn't cling to me again...
It looked like even Barbara didn't want to be locked onto by the livestream camera.
"Okay, your turn."
That was what