Courtney lounged in her penthouse apartment, scrolling through her laptop while sipping a kale smoothie. Between her supermodel gigs and planning for her wedding with her childhood best friend, she wanted one last secret bachelorette experience. That’s when she saw it—an ad that made her pause: “Earn $5,000 in one day! No experience needed!” Her perfectly manicured finger hovered over the mouse. Five grand? That was pocket money for a shoot like this. But it wasn’t about the money. This was her one last wild adventure before marriage. “It’s just a modeling gig,” she muttered to herself, typing out a reply. “They said it’s just posing. Nothing crazy.” My fiancee will never have to find out.

Days later, Courtney found herself on a flight to San Diego—her first time outside Canada. She adjusted her oversized sunglasses, glancing at her reflection in the airplane window. This is so exciting, she thought, though a tiny voice in her head whispered, What if this is a mistake? She brushed it off.

She was used to 5-star hotels for work, but she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill. "They must be legit if they’re putting me up here," Courtney thought to herself as she tossed her designer bag onto the bed. She snapped a selfie and texted her childhood best friend: “Just landed in San Diego for a last-minute shoot! Miss you!”

When she arrived at the filming location, her confidence wavered. The room was small, the lighting cheap, and the staff... well, they were definitely not on her level. “Ugh, this is where we’re filming?” she said, flipping her hair. “I expected something...luxurious.”

The director, a middle-aged man with a too-friendly smile, tried to reassure her. “It’s just a simple scene,” he said. “You’ll be fully clothed at first, and we’ll guide you through everything.”

Courtney rolled her eyes. “Obviously." This is so beneath me, she thought, but the thrill of doing something so reckless kept her there. She sat on the edge of the bed, the camera pointed at her.

“Just introduce yourself,” the director said.

Courtney smirked, flipping her hair again. “Hi, I’m 21 years old, and I work as a model.... I've never been with anyone other than my boyfriend, and I wanted to find out what it was like before I get married next month." She forced a smile, flipping her hair for the camera. This was her moment, her chance to break free from her predictable life. But deep down, a flicker of doubt crept in. What if he found out? No, he wouldn’t. He was too clueless. And even if he did, he’d forgive her. He always did.

But as the camera rolled and the director gave the signal to begin, a cold realization settled over her. This wasn’t freedom. This wasn’t control. Tonight, Courtney would be broken, and her perfect world would shatter.