Bea clicks through the slideshow. Rich comes out at one point, hair damp, deeply pouty, and Bea waves him away. “Girl stuff,” she says. “Urgent.”

He goes downstairs to play video games.

Bea hands the phone back to Lulu when she’s done.

Lulu can’t keep herself from thumbing through the gallery some more. It’s crazy to see herself as a model, a photograph, a thing that can be bought and sold. All of the magic of The Hotel sucked up and turned into a way to manipulate her into letting her guard down for long enough that he could capture the shape of her body for himself.

As if it even had to be that hard. Everyone knows Lulu is easy for a camera.

Bea takes the phone from Lulu’s hands. Lulu doesn’t resist. It feels so good to let someone else take care of her.

“I think we should talk about this,” Bea says.

“What’s left to say?” Lulu drains the last drops from the champagne bottle. “Is there more?” She likes the fuzzy faraway soft feeling the booze is lending her. She wants more of it.

“No,” Bea says, “and, to start with, I need to know what exactly happened here. Did Ryan not tell you he was taking the photographs? Or that he was going to sell them? Or post them online?”

“The black-and-white ones are security footage,” Lulu says. “The pictures of us in bed? We definitely did not pose for those.”

Bea sucks in a sharp breath.

Lulu says, “I just. I know it doesn’t look that bad. But I didn’t know he was watching. Much less that anyone else ever would be.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty much.”

“Wow. Wow. Wow. That’s, like, that’s got to be illegal, right?”

“I don’t know. Probably. Kind of. There were signs up saying there were cameras at the hotel.”

“Still, though. You should sue him.”

“Sue the Riggs family?” Lulu’s laugh is hollow. “Waste of time. Or money, I guess, mostly.” Her family is rich, but there’s a difference between second-generation immigrant lawyers and a hundred years of Riggs men getting away with whatever they fucking please in America. She thinks about that Supreme Court justice, the one who assaulted a girl when he was younger. No one believed the women who came forward against him. And the Riggses have way more money and history than he did.

“It would mess with his reputation, at least,” Bea argues.

“I can’t really think about this right now,” Lulu says. “I’m sorry, B, I just—”

“No, no, that’s fine, I’m sorry, I’m just—I don’t know what to do about this.”

“I don’t either.”

“You want to make Rich give up the PlayStation so we can watch a movie or something?”

“Yes,” Lulu says. “Please. Thank you.”