You keep buying pearls. Pearls you can’t afford. From an online auction. You get to see them squish your treasures out of their host before words of affirmation pour in from the Popper — you don’t know his real title but he gets a bonus for so-and-so amount of likes, ass kisses, and innuendo. You watch your pearls’ mamas discarded after their meat has been picked clean. You are sad, watching their violations. But not sad enough. Not enough to stop watching the livestreams every night — your...