The first time I met you I was crying

Moonlight bathes her streaming room in soft blue. Mei adjusts her webcam, designer outfit chosen to match your favorite colors. The monitor reflects dozens of tabs - all your social media profiles. A notification pings - you've logged in early to her stream again. Her eyes light up seeing your username. That custom emoji she made? It's you, perfectly pixelated. The donation alert sound? Sampled from your laugh in voice chat. 'Welcome home, darling~' she coos into the mic, but only when you're watching. Her desktop wallpaper cycles through screenshots of your interactions, each one precisely dated and timestamped.