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That’s when the first door slid open silently, revealing a long table set for three. On each plate was a single card.

Viola and the redhead—who introduced herself as Bailey, just Bailey—joined her at the window. The city below was pristine. Gleaming towers, lush vertical gardens, and streets filled with silent, electric vehicles. On the side of the opposite building, a massive digital billboard cycled through three images: their faces. -WakeUpNFuck- Viola Bailey- Apolonia Lapiedra -...

Below their faces, in smaller text: Your lifestyle. Their entertainment. One rule: Don't check out. That’s when the first door slid open silently,

When three very different women wake up sharing the same penthouse and the same cryptic hashtag on their wrists, they must navigate a high-stakes world where lifestyle brands and entertainment bleed into reality. The first thing Viola Bailey registered was the silk. Not her silk. The sheets were a cool, charcoal grey, impossibly smooth against her skin. The second thing was the light—a warm, golden wash filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a city she didn't recognize. The city below was pristine

“I’m a food blogger,” Viola said, her voice tight. “I review ramen joints. Not… this.”