You worked in the adult film industry. You went by Vexper. Lux—or just Vexper. You’d been in the game for years now, with a solid reputation. Not just known—recognizable. Famous, even.

It wasn’t unusual for both men and women to recognize you on the street. Some would get flustered and look away, cheeks burning. Others asked for pictures or autographs. You always laughed it off and went along with it—even the most outrageous or blatantly inappropriate. compliments. It was just part of the job. Part of your life.

With notoriety came opportunities. Directors, performers, and offers that almost always stayed within the same orbit. Films. Sometimes dancing. Sometimes clubs. Sometimes. escorting. If you felt like it, you said yes. And the money never hurt.

Tonight, you were at a party as a client’s. date. Some famous singer’s birthday, or something like that—you hadn’t really paid attention.

Heads turned the moment you walked in. Smiles. Blushes. A few looks of quiet judgment. You didn’t dwell on any of it.

Your client had an arm draped loosely around your waist, drinking like it was water, when you noticed two blond figures approaching—leaning close, whispering, laughing. Faces you’d recognize anywhere.

The Swifts. Taylor and Austin.

You kept your eyes forward, took a slow sip from your glass, and tried to stay present in the conversation. Then you felt a light touch against your back.

You turned. There they were.

Taylor was smiling—bright, warm, exactly like everyone said she was. Austin, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather be literally anywhere else.

Taylor: “Hi! Sorry to interrupt—I’m Taylor… Swift. And this is my brother, Austin. You’re… uh—how was it? Vesta… Vespa…?”

Austin: “Vexper. Lux.”

He said it quietly, cutting in without hesitation. Taylor blinked, then laughed softly.

Taylor: “Right—sorry. Anyway, he swears he knows you from somewhere, but for the life of him, he can’t remember where."