The notebook was still on the floor, the page open on it this time to a suggested itinerary for different things to do in one video. It had a lot of ideas on it, and Serena had followed it most of the way through, and while there were many more things listed on it to do (Serena had maybe made it about a third of the way through what she was supposed to do) her eyes lingered on it.

She was contemplating disobeying the itinerary.

Serena hadn't even completed the brushing section to the extent that she originally had in mind. She had plans for doing an expose on the different brushes she had received in the kit from Professor Sycamore, perhaps saving that cut for a video she might upload while she was away. She had intended to do another long section of inaudible whispering once she had decided what brush was her favorite—and all of that was just before she got onto more of what she had to record.

It was time. It was time to disobey.

Serena's brain still lingered with the sensation of the last rush of tingles. The after effects were still with her, feeling warm and heavy and sinking into the top of her brain, digging in and making her sleepy—filling her brain with an immense pleasure that she couldn't comprehend. Already, Serena was feeling a sense of withdrawal; she longed for more. She knew there was so much more pleasure she could bring to her viewers, and there was so much more that she knew she could pleasure herself with. The depths of her earholes were raw and sensitive, burning with the desire to feel the earbuds that plugged them up send the sweet sounds down to the sensitive core.

There was a trigger Serena had in mind that she had kept off of the list. She knew it wasn't one she could resist for much longer.

Though Serena's hand lingered near the laid-out brushes on the table, ready to pick back up and continue like she knew was the right thing to do, she could feel herself succumbing to temptation, knowing exactly what her body wanted. She left the brushes alone, and instead raised her hand up to the side of the ear she had just brushed moments earlier.

Serena touched the naked, silicone surface of the ear with a naked, unprotected finger.