In a clandestine encounter, I'm to verify my existence, my desirability, in a video for my secret admirer. I start by running my hands over my body, my fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos, my nipples hardening under my touch. I turn around, facing the camera, my ass on full display. I tease it, running my fingers along my crack, before inserting the verification tool, a moan escaping my lips as it fills me, the sensation intense, the verification process explicit and intimate.