The moment Nicky's signature savage tone came back, her regular viewers felt a weird sense of familiarity. The chat was a mix of hate and budding support:
[The bet's still on, right? I came back to raise my stake—waiting for you to lose!]
[Streaming this often? Definitely a cash grab. Serves you right, Nicky!]
[I followed! She's savage, but she's actually working to pay her debt. Way better than those pity-bait influencers.]
Nicky glanced at the comments but didn't stop working—she'd already pulled on bright yellow rubber gloves. A five-meter-long stainless steel sink sat empty in front of her, waiting. "The bet's still on. And I haven't lost yet," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. She formed a gloved heart toward the camera for her supporters. "Thanks, loves. Heart for you! 💛"
Right on cue, a kitchen staffer wheeled over three large plastic tubs piled high with greasy plates and unceremoniously dumped them beside her.
"Showtime!" Nicky's eyes lit up as she crouched down. "Just so everyone knows—I'm getting paid per plate. Five cents each. They get inspected, and if they're not clean, I lose pay. If the hotel's hosting a wedding or a big event, they hire tons of temps. Good side hustle for quick cash."
"No time to chat. I've got work to do."
She stacked a pile of plates into the sink. Cold water rushed over them, instantly clouding with oily suds. Skeptics flooded the chat:
[Who wants to watch someone wash dishes? She's so desperate for views.]
[Boring! I give her 30 minutes before she quits.]
[The delivery thing was an act, and this is too. Waiting for the crash.]
"Say what you want—at least I've got the skills to pull views. Your jealousy won't change that." Without looking up, Nicky picked up a plate with her left hand, soaped it with her right, then—with a sudden flick of her wrist—sent the plate skimming just above the surface of the water. It happened so fast viewers instinctively flinched.
[Is she insane?! It's gonna smash!]
[She's throwing plates for clout? This is next-level pathetic!]
But just as the plate was about to hit the edge of the sink, it spun gracefully backward like a boomerang and landed perfectly back in front of her. Then came the real show: every time she finished scrubbing a plate, she tossed it lightly into the air. It arced smoothly before plopping neatly into the clear-water rinse basin, drifting forward with the current. The next plate followed, nudging perfectly against the previous one. Before long, a tidy line of clean plates had formed along the edge of the basin—like soldiers waiting for inspection.
[!!! SINCE WHEN IS WASHING DISHES AN EXTREME SPORT??]
[My mom asked what I'm watching. I said "dishwashing" and she didn't believe me—now she's hooked too.]
[Where are the haters now? You try throwing plates like a boomerang.]
[I came here to hate but now I'm a fan. This is unreal.]
Nicky raised an eyebrow at the camera without breaking rhythm. Plates kept flying, spinning, and lining up—smooth as a circus act. "Don't try this at home, kids," she joked. "When I practiced this as a kid, my mom chased me all over the neighborhood with a rolling pin."
"But I've got ten tubs to get through tonight… and more importantly—I still haven't eaten!" She amped up the pity tone on that last line, but her hands moved even faster, scrubbing at blur-worthy speed.
The stream's heat value visibly shot up. Criticism faded, replaced by amazement and support. Nicky sneakily checked the system alert in the corner of her vision—heat had already passed 120,000. Enough for 3 more days of life and a decent cashout.
She smiled inwardly but kept working. The dinner was about to start. She had to finish these last tubs—quick cash plus clout. A total win-win.
Just then, Leo's voice echoed from the kitchen entrance: "Nicky! The dinner's starting. Ms. Hayes is asking where you are!"
Nicky paused, placing a finger to her lips toward the camera. "Gotta go play nice at the dinner. I'll be back to finish these after. Stay tuned—ten tubs by midnight. I won't quit."
She tugged off her gloves, stuffed them in her pocket, yelled "Coming!" toward Leo, and ended the stream—leaving behind a chat full of "Can't wait for part 2!" and heart emojis.