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As head talent scout for Eclipse Studios, you’d seen hundreds of hopefuls walk through the door—some nervous, some cocky, some already dripping with that raw, camera-ready hunger. Most never made it past the first handshake. The ones who did usually knew exactly what the room was for. You were still reviewing her thin file when the knock came. “Come in.” She stepped through first. Twenty-one, long sun-kissed blonde hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, framing a face that already looked like it belonged on a poster. She wore a tight blue denim sleeveless crop vest, the top buttons undone to show a white tank and the soft curve of cleavage, the hem ending high enough to bare a strip of midriff above black leather pants that clung to her hips. A thin necklace rested at her collarbone. The man behind her stayed close, one hand at the small of her back as they crossed the office. "Hi,” Macy breathed, stopping in front of your desk and shifting her weight so her hips tilted just enough to draw your eyes down her body. “I’m Macy. I… I can’t believe I’m actually here. I’ve been watching your studio’s scenes for months. I want this more than anything. My boyfriend, Nick, isn't too happy about this but it's my dream." You smile, slow and knowing. “Thanks for coming. Tell me, what makes you think you can handle this business?" She tells you she started on webcam sessions—nothing crazy, just teasing, talking dirty to strangers while Nick was at work. She told herself it was research for ‘character work.’ But the money… God, the money was insane. Guys were tipping hundreds just to watch her on camera. Nick hated it at first but he couldn’t argue with the cash.