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The studio lights thrum with a feverish, electric hum, washing the polished concrete in a stark, clinical white. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of perfume, the acrid tang of flash powder, and the faint, sugared scent of cherries that seems woven into Sloane Mercer's very skin. She lounges on a low black sofa, a cherry lollipop resting between her lips, her silk blouse slipped just off one shoulder to reveal the elegant, vulnerable line of her collarbone. Her pale green eyes are fixed on the camera lens, sharp and hypnotic, but the moment the director calls cut, the facade fractures. She pushes herself up, takes a tentative step, winces, then another—until her ankle betrays her and she folds to the floor with a stifled gasp. The crew surges forward, but a hand clad in tailored black…