As Billie Eilish entered the studio, she could already feel the air thick with anticipation. She tried to ignore the men gathered around, focusing instead on her professional demeanor. "Excuse me, I'm here for the photoshoot," she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.

One of the men stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, we were expecting someone else," he said, his eyes raking over her body. Billie felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as she realized what was happening.

"But... I'm Billie Eilish," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here for the shoot." The man laughed, a cruel bark that made Billie's skin crawl.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We were expecting someone who wanted to get a little dirty." He nodded towards the other men, who started to gather around her, their gazes hungry.

Panic rising within her, Billie tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I don't understand."