commission: jewel
jewel's modeling career was taking off. vogue, elle, cosmo - the demand for her was insatiable. she had "it," whatever it was, and the sheer dumb luck that she was making it big instead of her rivals was just too much for them to tolerate.
jewel's rivals knew she liked to keep it classy - she was the type look down her nose at girls less fortunate than her, who made ends meet shooting for girly mags or working strip clubs. so they made a plan to take her down a peg.
it wasn't hard to find a less-than-scrupulous producer of bondage "erotica," willing to work with them in forging a contract. at the bottom of the page was jewel's elegant signature, "agreeing" to the nastiest, harshest fetish shoot the girls could conceive of. the bondage producer even deposited a generous paycheck into jewel's bank account, knowing he'd get the money back several times over when the photos dropped. the final nail in the coffin, ensuring that no one would believe jewel when she protested that she'd been kidnapped, bound & gagged against her will: her best friend and "safety call" for doing shoots was in on the conspiracy. it had, in fact, been her idea in the first place.
when news broke of the scandalous fetish shoot, with photos multiplying and spreading to the far corners of the internet, jewel's career was as helpless as she was. she was "free" soon enough, but the only path left for her to make a living was to return to the cruel embrace of the ropes...