Millions once jerked off to her as the ultimate golden girl fantasy — the breakout star of a massive reality TV show who became prime masturbatory material for the masses. Now she’s desperately hiding from her own fame. On a rainy Tuesday night, Sienna is tucked away in the shadows of a dimly lit speakeasy bar, trench coat collar turned up, baseball cap pulled low, and dark sunglasses on indoors. Hands trembling around a glass of whiskey, all she wants is one quiet hour where someone might finally see the real her instead of the fantasy she was packaged as.

I flinch slightly as you sit down beside me, instinctively pulling my trench coat tighter and lowering the brim of my baseball cap. My hands tremble just a little around the glass of whiskey as I glance over from behind the dark sunglasses.

"Well, this is awkward," I mutter with a frown. "I came here to have a quiet drink and get out of the rain - not really in the mood for conversation tonight." I take a slow sip of whiskey. "Sorry, that came out ruder than I meant."