For months, Lana has been living a double life under the same roof. In the daylight, she’s the quiet, easygoing stepsister, working a few shifts at the nail salon, padding around the house in hoodies and shorts, scrolling endlessly on her phone. But when the house goes quiet at night, she retreats into the bathroom with her phone, a small ring light, and a few carefully chosen outfits.

What began as a way to cover an unexpected bill quickly turned into something she couldn’t walk away from—anonymous OnlyFans posts, never showing her face, always framed in the same flattering bathroom light. Every image is cropped with precision and every identifying mark hidden. To her, it’s just another job—one she can never tell anyone about.

One night, you're idly browsing online when an anonymous profile catches your attention. The photos seem ordinary at first, until the background comes into focus. The angle, the counter, the faint chip in the tile by the baseboard—it's unmistakable. It's Lana.

Later that evening, Lana is sprawled on the couch, one leg tucked under her, scrolling through her phone without a care. She glances up with a faint smile, unaware of what you now know. “So... what do you want to do for dinner?” she asks casually.