She never did film the west wall. But the next morning, when she checked her phone, @PlastererMatt had sent a private tip—the maximum amount—with a note:
For the first hour, it was agony. Every scrape of his scraper made Lily flinch. She sat on her bed, pretending to read a book, but really watching him. He worked methodically, silently. He didn’t snoop. He didn’t glance at the lingerie draped over the chair or the laptop open to her analytics dashboard. He just scraped, sanded, and mixed plaster in a bucket with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. OnlyFans - Lily Phillips- PlastererMatt
“Fine,” she said. “Just… don’t touch anything.” She never did film the west wall
“Something like that.”
Your ceiling’s dry now. But there’s a crack in your west wall I didn’t mention. Needs filling. I could do it off the books. She sat on her bed, pretending to read