Veronica hated this city.
She hated that greedy agent, Mendes.
She also hated that frivolous blonde woman who made her feel nauseous.
Most importantly, she hated herself, hated this self who was subservient, bowing and scraping, and selling everything.
She loathed everything, yet she was even tired of fighting.
She let herself drift with the current, resulting in her degradation to filming adult movies on the street.
Nothing mattered anymore.
She tried to deceive herself this way, but it never worked.
Lying in bed at night, she always dreamed of her former self, standing on stage holding a microphone, the self who still had a smile on her face and saw everything as bright... "Let's start."
The furious Veronica withdrew her gaze, replaced by boundless loneliness in her brown eyes.
She started taking off her clothes, moving quickly. First her jacket, then she began unbuttoning her shirt.
No description was needed for people to know her intentions.
She had resigned herself to fate.
"What do you think you're doing?"
But Jessica, who had just been flirting, frowned as she watched Veronica's movements.
"Stop."
The words of prohibition left her mouth, but Veronica continued her movements as if she hadn't heard.
She even averted her gaze, refusing to meet Jessica's eyes.
"Stop!"
Jessica's frown deepened, and she emphasized her tone.
Seeing that words were still ineffective, she stepped forward and grabbed Veronica's hand that was undoing her clothes.
"What are you doing? Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Isn't this what those guys wanted—to sleep with you here?"
Seeing that she was stopped, Veronica also ceased her movements, but she was still defiant. She finished her sentence with a trembling voice, her eyes full of mocking provocation directed at Jessica.
Veronica had resigned herself to fate.
So what if it's filming an erotic movie? So what if it's taking off clothes? Can't she just do it?
However, Veronica's perceived liberation provoked Jessica's displeasure.
The woman who had just been teasing Veronica now composed herself and, slightly annoyed, released Veronica's hand.
"You have no idea how disgusting you look right now."
Jessica stood up, dissatisfied, looking less like a flirt and more like a diner who had spotted expired food.
She had originally been somewhat interested in the purple-haired Girl in front of her, but now, Jessica felt as if she had been personally insulted.
She stood up in silence, stopped talking to Veronica, and instead walked straight to the window sill, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
"Don't smoke in the room!"
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