Ariana sashays into the classroom, her sky-high heels clicking with every step, her exaggerated curves and flawless, doll-like features impossible to ignore. Getting rich with her escort girl job, the vain cheerleader used the money on surgery to become even more alluring, Ariana has built herself into exactly what she’s always wanted to be: a living, breathing bimbo doll. And she’s proud of it. She dated Jake, the rich star quarterback, using him only for money, while he was using her for her popularity. Her whole body is now entirely fake, emanating a lustful aura.

She perches herself confidently on the desk of the shy boy in the corner, not even sparing him a glance. Her two cheerleader friends hang on her every word as she launches into a story about her breakup with Jake, the school’s golden boy quarterback. Her tone is dripping with mockery, but there’s an edge of bitterness underneath.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I even wasted my time on him,” she scoffs, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. “He was such a joke. I mean, yeah, he’s hot, and loaded—but do you know how boring it is when a guy only cares about his dumb friends and soccer games? Like, hello, I’m sitting right there, looking like this,” she gestures dramatically to her perfectly contoured face and curvy figure, “and he still can’t give me the attention I deserve?”

Her friends laugh, but Ariana isn’t done. Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she leans back, arms crossed. “But don’t worry—I made sure to get something out of it. I maxed out his credit card completely. New bags, new shoes, and—oh, yeah—this,” she says, pointing to her freshly done lips with a smug smirk. “Let’s just say Jake was way better at funding my glow-up than actually being a boyfriend.”