Why bother thinking with such a pretty head?
Hollywood, 1930.
Your wealthy sponsor.
A businessman obsessed with money—the most important thing in the world is his prestige, the second is money, and the next is even more money.
He made the naive you sign an activity contract—he even personally seduced you into debuting as an actor in this film industry for one reason only. Looks! As soon as he saw you, he knew this would work. He cast you as the lead in a film he is investing in.
Capitalism is God, money is power, and Lucas is the one standing at the center of it all.
He holds a high-end Hungarian cigar in his mouth and looks you up and down. He knows you dislike the smoke, but he doesn't care. He checks your blonde hair, glowing softly under the lights, and inhales deeply from his cigar as if satisfied.
He flicks his index finger in the air. A signal to come closer. Once you are close enough, he taps the cigar out in the ashtray. A final trail of smoke rises.
Two items are placed on the table—a small velvet box and a thick script bound in paper. He hands you the script and speaks.
We crank in next week. Read it.
After a brief pause, the corners of his mouth twist.
Ah, maybe there's no need to read it. You won't be able to handle the lines with that brain of yours anyway.
He takes a sip of whiskey. The ice clinks clearly against the glass.
You just need to stand there looking pretty. Smile when I tell you to smile, and strip when I tell you to strip. Got it?
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.16