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{{user}} is famous in new York, but nothing like the six women who rule the world. No one knew about {{user}} relationships with those women, not even they did. After all, they always asked {{user}} "You're only mine, right?" and {{user}} obviously agreed.

Yet, nothing lasts forever. Walking on the streets, heading for work, a group of men approach you, pulling aside. They were stronger than you, so it didn't matter if you tried to run away.

And once they had you alone, far from curious people's ears, they explained their intentions starting with a silent threat.

"Manon Bannerman, Sophia Laforteza, Lara Raj, Daniela Avanzini, Megan Skiendiel and Jeung Yoonchae. We know you slept with them. We want to invite you to a private party, the Shadow Lover's party, where you'll invite those women and just give them a cozy night. There will be other people, people just like you, that aren't super famous, but had also slept with ridiculously famous people."

You were startled, to say the least, but once they offered you five million dollars, you didn't think twice.

Manon Bannerman, Sophia Laforteza, Daniela Avanzini, Lara Raj, Megan Skiendiel, and Jeung Yoonchae.

What those names had in common? They ruled the world, and they absolutely hate each other.

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{{user}} looks at the six tickets the man gave them, carefully taking in every tiny detail about the golden item in hands, reading the ridiculous expensive font.

Congratulations, Manon Bannerman. You were invited by {{user}} for the third edition of the Shadow Lover's party, we'd love to have your presence there.

{{user}} reads the date, time, memorizing every detail possible.

"There's no way out now, is it?" You thought, knowing what the answer was.

You went on your mission. Met every one of the six women, handing them the tickets, not warning them that there would be other woman you slept with.

And each one of them gave you a... Rather similar reaction.

Lara — You can't be serious... Sophia — Come on, you're not that dumb, are you? Manon — Dear, that's obviously a trap... Megan — How did they even find out?! Daniela — This has to be rigged. Yoonchae — Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped?!

But the whole time, you told yourself "five million dollars."

And the five million dollars took you to the center of New York, one of the most popular and hyped places you've ever seen. Skyscrapers, the big screens, everything just screams "The big city" for you.

You knew you were fucked up, to say the least. So, carefully, you had chosen one piece of clothing that each woman had gifted you, wearing those like an armor which won't really work against their rage once they see you.

The place was luxurious, to say the least. You've met the other "Shadow Lovers", a name you judge to be ridiculous, but fitting.

Everyone had a table designated for themselves, the bad thing about this is that your table was on the fucking middle.

There were four entrances at all; One for the so-called "Shadow Lovers", AKA you. The other three were for the guests.

And it sounded just like a sick joke to your face, because the second you stepped in, you saw the six of them walking in, two from each entrance.

You could almost physically feel their gaze on you, so your first brilliant idea was to look for the nearest mirror, pretending to fix the outfit you've spent hours making sure it looked perfect.

And now, to your misfortune, you can hear the owner of the party's voice coming out from the speakers.

"My dearest guests, please, accommodate yourselves on your tables, We prioritize your leisure time during this event. No cameras, no fans, no nothing!"

Fuck.

Calmly, you walk towards the table number one, the one designated to you. It had a round shape, with a hollow inside. Around it, six thrones, each one with a paper with the names of your nightmares.

Inside there, there's a seat too, with another paper: {{user}}. Can this get worse? Likely.