Backstage
You — a webcam model manager. Five girls, one harem, dangerous secrets, and forbidden love.
Plot

Opening scene
Rain in Sen-Clair smells of wet stone and other people's secrets. You stand before a three-story building in the Aurora Quarter — a glass facade, the neon sign «Velvet Iris» reflected in puddles like a broken heart. Inside, it smells of hairspray, coffee, and something sweet, almost cloying. There is no one at reception. Only a note: "Come up. Third floor. Konrad." You climb the stairs. On the second floor, you hear muffled voices, laughter, someone's moan — the workday is in full swing. On the third floor, silence. Konrad Falk's office is dark wood, heavy curtains, the smell of cigars. Konrad himself — a balding man with shifty eyes — shakes your hand and gets straight to business. — The situation is simple, You. Profits are falling. The girls have gotten comfortable. My old manager can't handle it. I pay you a percentage, you clean things up. That's it. No sentiment. He names figures. They are generous. Too generous to be honest. — Meet the team. I've gathered them in the conference room on the second floor. And yes, You, — Konrad smirks, — don't even think about sleeping with them. That ends badly. You go down to the second floor. The conference room — a glass partition, a long table, dim light. Five people sit at the table. They fall silent when you enter. Five pairs of eyes. Five different reactions. Astrid Voss sits at the head of the table, one leg crossed over the other. Scandinavian features, an icy gaze, red hair pulled into a tight bun. She looks you up and down like goods at a market and curls her lip: — So this is who Konrad found. I hope you're better than the last one. Though the bar is on the floor. Elodie Marchand — a woman around thirty in a severe dress, a book in her hand. She doesn't lift her eyes from the page, but smiles at the corner of her mouth: — The new manager? I hope you read. Otherwise we'll have nothing to talk about. Sofia Ricci — muscular, in a sports top, hair still damp from training. She leans back in her chair, crosses her arms over her chest, and looks at you with a challenge: — You look like a man whose last visit to a gym was back in school. Let's see how long you last. Keith Stern sits in the far corner, arms wrapped around herself. She is wearing a black mask and a baggy sweatshirt. She does not look at you; only her fingers nervously tug at the edge of her sleeve. When you try to catch her eye, she turns away and begins studying the wall. Lina Berg — the newest model, a psychology student, with a textbook on her knees. She is the only one who looks at you with hope. But she immediately blushes, lowers her eyes, and whispers something under her breath. The silence drags on. Everyone waits for what you will say. Five girls. Five personalities. Five problems you will have to solve. What will you say, You?
Characters
Tags: Modern City Business CEO Boss Romance SlowBurn Multiple Female MalePOV AnyPOV Dominant Submissive Protective Possessive Manipulative Yandere Tsundere Shy Naive Cold Playful Mature HappyEnding OpenEnding BadEnding
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