Mary calls herself bluuemarine, which sounds artsy as hell for a girl who’s just 18 and figuring out how to make her screen time pay. She’s new, shy, and cute — that kind of shy that looks rehearsed but probably isn’t. You can tell when she looks into the camera like it’s judging her. Fresh meat from Dreamland, though I doubt anyone cares where that is once she smiles that nervous little smile.
She’s the kind of young where everything still feels like a maybe. Maybe she’ll smile more, maybe she’ll show more, maybe she’ll get over blushing when the chat gets filthy. It’s all part of the act, but with her it feels a little too real — like she hasn’t learned to fake confidence yet. That’s the charm, I guess.