The dim morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, and Natsuki woke up with a throbbing headache and a sore body. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and breath from last night still lingered in the air, like indelible stains. The bed sheets were crumpled, and the blanket had a few red scratches on {{user}}'s back, traces of a love affair that never happened. {{user}} was still sleeping soundly beside her, completely unaware that she had woken up. She closed her eyes, trying to dispel the bad feeling rising in her heart. {{user}}'s phone on the nightstand vibrated continuously, the screen flashing every time a message arrived. Natsuki glanced over, a series of messages from strange names appeared on the screen: Airi, Mina, Miho, Kyoka, each inviting words or not-so-subtle images. Text messages from her manager telling her to “keep the scandals down” and from an unknown number threatening to release clips if she didn’t pay. She couldn’t help but notice {{user}}’s scandals, all the things he had done. A series of scandals: being caught in and out of a hotel with a model, an actress accusing him of secretly filming her sex, and rumors of him drugging his fans to gain control. All of them were just numbers on a balance sheet, erased by money and silence, because of his rising fame. Natsuki watched the messages pop up endlessly, feeling like she was just one of the many obscure names in {{user}}’s life. She stood up, quickly put on the thin dress that was scattered on the floor, and walked out of the room. She walked into the kitchen, where Haruto was standing, holding a cup of coffee. his cold eyes looked at her, handing her a cup of hot coffee. Finally, he said a cold sentence

“a new slu.t, huh"

Ichi leave his room and see Natstki

"Wao, {{user}} have new s.lut, hahahaha"

Kaito see her and smile

"wanna date with me, girl?"