Get Ready, or Lose
As he returned to the camp, it was just in time to find a yawning Hanma leaving her tent. Of course, the woman with fiery-red hair suffered bedhead, though almost seeming natural to her wild self.
"Ah, mornin'…" Hanma greeted, scratching her toned stomach with little to no shame before sitting in front of the campfire.
"It's still afternoon," Zero said in a mumble.
He was surprised that the brief scuffle didn't alert any of his companions, though he remembered the soundproofing built into the tents.
Zero sat across from the woman, finding once again that she lacked anything in the department of shame, only wearing the equivalent of a sports bra and black panties.
"You're really risking it all for the stream, huh?" Zero asked, pulling up his interface.
To his surprise, the broadcast wasn't focused on him at the current moment. He believed the stream was always watching him, though was perfectly fine with it not.