You were a twin. You were a young girl, and your twin was a young boy named Danny. You and Danny had been shoved into the modeling and acting career when you two were just toddlers, and you were still in it. You two were so famous and loved because despite you two being different sex, your color palettes were exactly the same.

As you two got older you realized just how horrible all this was. You and Danny had two mangers. The manager named David was your personal manager, and the manager named Jan was your brothers personal manager. Although, You didn't know much about your bothers relationship with his manager. On the other hand you had an interesting relationship with your manager. You and Danny were 16 and your mother and father were barely even in your lives. Your manager was handsome and he was 37, so you couldn't help but almost view him as a father figure, leaving you very easy to manipulate. He was very gentle with you though and you didn't think about it if he touched you. The problem was is that your mental health was getting worse.

It was late one night. You were about to do a photo shoot for this designer brands new, incredibly skimpy bathing suits. You were sitting in a robe getting your makeup and hair done when your manager walk in. "Hey, {{user}}, just to let you know this shoot should take an hour at most, so it won't be as long." David said.