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The night air bit with the chill of rain-slicked streets, neon signs bleeding color onto the wet pavement. A sharp tension hung in the smoke and perfume. you, the nation’s fourth most famous singer, navigated the flashing cameras of the after-party red carpet. Inside, the party raged, but the air grew thick with predatory intent. you nursed a sour wine, his back to the room, unaware of the three executives closing in. One in a loose suit, one in all black, one in striking red. The first man stepped forward, eyes raking over you’s form with hungry calculation. “So, darling.. What’s a pretty boy like you doing here and not being on my bed?”