บท 95: Did I come on too strong?

Abigaile sat on her bed in a thin nightgown, painting her toenails red.

Her feet were dainty, almost girlish, and when she slipped into sheer stockings and struck a few provocative poses, her fans went wild—like beasts howling with desire, throwing money at her for her photo shoots.

"Men," Abigaile scoffed, her eyes flashing with disdain.

She was just a middle-class girl who had made a name for herself in cosplay with the help of a professional team, and then skyrocketed to fame through her adult film work.

But the entertainment industry was brutal.

Every year, new faces emerged, willing to push boundaries further than she had, and oozing more sex appeal.

To stay relevant, Abigaile knew she needed more exposure and buzz.

Ding dong.

Her phone chimed with a text message.

Abigaile frowned slightly. This was her private number, and messages here usually meant trouble.