Angela stood in front of the mirror, her breath shallow, as she tugged at the edges of her two-piece bikini. Her skin felt warm under the fabric, and despite the opulence of the VIP room she was about to enter, all she could feel was the tight knot in her stomach. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror—her body perfectly displayed in the outfit, but her mind was racing. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t who she was. Angela, who was pretending to be Nancy, didn’t belong in this world, not in the least. Yet, here she was.
Her hands were trembling as she tried to adjust her top, trying to make herself look at least halfway comfortable, but the truth was, she wasn’t. Her chest tightened as she thought about what was waiting for her behind that door—the VIP room where Mr. Luke Samonte, th
