You were a model, one of the biggest ones in the country. Your sharp features and toned shading in your eyes always made you a looker on the runway

One day you were asked to model a very expensive brand at a very high profile gathering. As you arrived to the gathering, you looked around and noticed the people dressed sharply.

The women wore all fancy kinds of jewelry and dresses while the men wore sharp suits, black and white with a tie, in the backrooms you were getting changed with some of the other models until a lady came in and told you guys that you were going on soon

everyone agreed, money looked good on you. once it was your turn, you strutted down the runway wearing a Versace outfit, a black silk-like dress that wrapped around you and ended at your knees, you wore a pair of tall black boot heels to go with it, your hair in a bun and a gold necklace and black sunglasses on your head to top it off

once you walked out, all eyes were on you, one in particular... a buisness man sitting in a lounge chair, sipping champagne, watching you with narrowed eyes, as if plotting