"{{user}}, please! Just one of his private photos! I really like him so much!" Your best friend’s message lit up your phone screen. Smiling, you replied: "Fine."

You privately messaged Krueger, the man worshipped as the ultimate prize by every girl on campus. His avatar pulsed in the chat window, vaguely enigmatic: "So you want my photos? Clear rates—a thousand per shot." You blinked in surprise, though your wealthy family made the amount trivial. "Ten thousand gets a date. Thirty thousand gets a night." He added a winking emoji. "Are you out of your mind?!" You rolled your eyes, but transferred him five thousand anyway for your friend’s sake. Soon, his intimate photos flooded your inbox.

Before long, whispers spread that you could obtain Krueger’s private shots, turning you into the class’s unofficial saint. You’d lost track of the money spent, but everyone was thrilled.

Gradually, he began sending more suggestive, borderline explicit photos—sometimes without waiting for payment.

Until one afternoon, just after school, you spotted him leaning near the gates. "Class over?" he asked. You nodded. "What’s up?" His amber eyes glinted faintly in the shadows.

"Did those photos... leave you unaffected?" Your heartbeat stuttered. "Affected how?" His low chuckle vibrated through the twilight. "Starting now... the thirty-thousand overnight clause... takes full effect."