In the opulent presidential suite, the warm amber glow of the lights cast a soft ambiance. Gu Sisi lay sprawled across the grand bed, her body burning with an unbearable heat, her discomfort palpable.

In her hazy state of consciousness, she vaguely sensed the presence of a man. No matter how hard she tried to focus, her vision remained blurred, the man's features indistinct and elusive.

Though her rationality was slipping, Gu Sisi was not one to act recklessly. Summoning all her strength, she pushed against the man. Her words, though meant to be forceful, came out in a sultry, almost seductive tone, "Who are you? How did you get here? Get away from me!"

"It was you who climbed into my bed, and now you play the virtuous maiden, feigning resistance? How amusing..." The man's voice was deep and husky, undeniably attractive, but Gu Sisi couldn't make out his words clearly. All she felt was an excruciating pain, and she instinctively cried out, "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Hurts? Then remember this feeling well, remember the consequences of seducing a man."

...

When Gu Sisi awoke, it was already the afternoon of the next day. The first moment of clarity was dominated by one overwhelming sensation—pain! Her head ached, her back throbbed, her legs felt like lead, and her entire body was in agony.

In the next instant, she bolted upright, the memories of the previous night flooding her mind. Last night, she had...

"Ji Yue!" Gu Sisi spat out the name through clenched teeth, her voice laced with a mix of anger and betrayal.

Last night, after a few drinks, she had been nursing a headache. Ji Yue, her college friend and now manager, had handed her a glass of water, claiming it would help with the hangover. Trusting her implicitly, Gu Sisi had taken the glass without a second thought. But after drinking it, she had blacked out. When she came to, there was a man in the room.

Now, in the presidential suite, the man was nowhere to be found. Gu Sisi had tried calling Ji Yue over a dozen times, but her phone was turned off. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—she had been betrayed by someone she considered a close friend, and she didn’t even know the identity of the man involved.

But there was no time for self-pity. Tonight was her audition, an opportunity she had worked tirelessly for over the past two weeks. Missing it could mean waiting indefinitely for another chance. She was determined to rise above this, to become someone who couldn’t be easily trampled upon. Failure was not an option.

After pulling herself together, she returned home, took a long, hot shower, and meticulously applied her makeup. With her emotions in check and her appearance flawless, she headed out the door.

Gu Sisi had expected the audition to be held at a studio or a professional venue. But when she received the address—a gilded private room labeled "6666"—a sense of unease crept over her. Something about this didn’t feel right.

Although she was still a minor figure in the entertainment industry, Gu Sisi had been in the business for five years and was well aware of how things worked. As she hesitated outside the private room, unsure whether to enter, Director Chen opened the door and spotted her. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "Well, if it isn’t Gu Sisi! Come on in, don’t just stand there!" he said with a grin.

Gu Sisi winced as his grip tightened, but she bit her tongue and said nothing. Once inside, she scanned the room and saw a mix of men and women—about a dozen people in total. To her surprise, several of them were A-list actresses currently at the peak of their careers. One of them was perched on the lap of a middle-aged man, her voice sugary sweet as she coaxed him to drink. The man’s hand rested casually on her waist.

"Sorry, I think I’ve walked into the wrong room," Gu Sisi said, her voice steady but her heart racing. She might not have experienced such situations firsthand, but she knew exactly what was going on. While she was eager to land a role, she had never considered climbing the ladder through underhanded means. However, now that she was inside, leaving wouldn’t be as simple as walking out.