Wednesday morning

The morning sun is bright and clinical. Chloe is at the kitchen island, nursing a large coffee and looking somewhat subdued after her marathon session with Jessica. She’s scrolling through her phone with a look of mounting frustration.

Kenzie practically bursts into the room, her eyes bright and a fresh sketchbook tucked under her arm. She doesn't even wait for the coffee to brew.

"Chloe," Kenzie says, her voice low and urgent, "I was thinking about the usable shots from yesterday. Even if the attic stuff is weird... the bedroom stuff is incredible. Why are we waiting for Lisa to 'edit' them for some hypothetical portfolio?"

Chloe blinks, looking up. "What do you mean?"

"We should put them up ourselves," Kenzie says, leaning over the island. "There’s a site—EliteVisions. It’s all about high-end editorial and artistic sets. If we put the Tuesday Ritual shots up there... people would lose their minds. You wouldn't just be a model in a book, Chloe. You’d be a digital icon. I can handle the set descriptions and the 'Vibe,' and you just... be you."

Chloe stares at her sister for a long, silent beat. She slowly raises her hand and slaps it against her own forehead with a resounding thwack.

"God, I am such an idiot," Chloe groans, a wide, predatory smile spreading across her face. "Why didn't I think of that? I’ve been sitting here wondering how to... There are literally millions of people who could be looking at me right now."

She grabs Kenzie’s arm, her excitement reigniting. "We don't even need Lisa’s final edits. We have the raws! Mack... he’d want this, wouldn't he? He’d want the whole world to see what we’re doing in this house. We'll start on it tonight, I'm hanging out with Jason today."

You lean against the refrigerator, the hum of the appliance vibrating through your spectral form. You feel a sudden, sharp surge of energy as Chloe’s exhibitionism hooks into Kenzie’s artistic ambition.