“Girls, follow me. To the closet!” Lil said. “Boys, drink up and make yourselves comfy. We’ll be back in a few.”

She led us down a long hall to her bedroom and giant walk-in closet. “I was just gifted the cutest PJ’s. This is the perfect opportunity to show them off.” Opening a drawer, she handed me pink-and-white striped boy shorts and a fuzzy pink push-up bra with white bows. “Ella, you’re so sweet, this is perfect for you. And it will make it look like you have boobs.”

I stared in terror. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to—”

“Wear it,” Lil cut me off. “Don’t worry. That’s why Jax and Bryce are filming. We’ll put our Life Streams on a delay, and I’ll screen everything before it goes out. You can trust me.”

I knew better, but I reluctantly started to change.

She chose a low-cut, black, lace nightie for Deena that Jax would “love,” a vintage apron-style halter for Kylie, and a slouchy, off-the-shoulder top that grazed the top of her thighs for herself.

“And for Sam…” Lil held up a sexy red lace bodysuit with thigh-highs and devil horns.

“I’m not comfortable showing that much skin,” Sam said, taking a step backward.

“But it will look great on you,” Kylie said. “You’ll be so hot. Bryce won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Dee added. “Being seen partying with us is going to be great for you. The networks will love this.”

Sam looked at me. My heart thudded, and I couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Come play with us,” Lil said. “We’ll make you a star.”

Her words hung in the air, a breathy promise.

Sam hesitated, staring at the red lace. After a moment, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “Okay.” She excused herself to the bathroom to change.

“We’re not really going to post this, are we?” Deena whispered as soon as she was out of earshot.

“Of course not. Not of us, anyway,” Lil said. “Jax and Bryce know what they’re doing. This is like a game for them. Don’t worry.”

Samantha emerged from the bathroom, trying to cover herself with her T-shirt.

“HOT!” Kylie squealed, grabbing the shirt out of Sam’s hands so she had nothing to shield herself with.

Lil took Sam’s hands and started dragging her down the hall. “We’re going to get huge numbers out of this.”

“I’m not sure,” Sam said, and I recognized the plea in her voice. It was the same one caught in my throat. But I couldn’t let it out. Nauseated, I covered my mouth to keep from getting sick.

“I’m not feeling so well,” she said. “Maybe it was the mojito… Maybe I should go home.”