Chapter 6

"You know, Gia," you say, leaning forward with calculated concern, "your sister is also going to that party tonight. Don't you think she might need someone looking out for her?"

Gia tosses her glossy black hair, her eyes narrowing with momentary confusion. "I know, right?" She laughs, the sound high and artificial. "That's, like, so not her scene. She's probably just gonna stand in the corner doing math problems in her head or whatever."

"That's just it," you press, watching her carefully. "What if she gets in over her head? What if some guy takes advantage of her?"

Something flickers in Gia's eyes—a remnant of Giorgia's protective instinct breaking through the vapid persona. "Oh my god, you're totally right." She straightens up, her athletic body tensing. "I should be there. But like, not in this outfit." She gestures dismissively at her volleyball attire. "I need something hot. Something that shows off my assets, you know?"

"Of course," you agree smoothly. "You want to blend in at the party while keeping an eye on Isabella."

"Exactly!" Gia exclaims, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I'll wear that red dress I bought last weekend. Isabella thought it was too slutty for anything but clubbing, but what does she know?" She giggles, apparently unaware of the dissociation in her statement. "The guys won't be able to keep their eyes off me. Or their hands, if they're lucky." She winks at you, running her tongue provocatively across her upper lip.

"Perfect," you murmur, savoring the irony. "Just remember, you're there to watch out for Isabella."

"Right, right," Gia says, already distracted by her reflection in your office window. She adjusts her hair, pouting slightly. "God, I need to fix my makeup before I go. And maybe get a push-up bra. These tits could use a little help tonight."

You watch as she gathers her things, movements exaggerated and performative now, each gesture designed to draw attention to her athletic figure. The transformation is remarkable—Giorgia's focused intensity completely subsumed by Gia's vapid sexuality.

"Thanks for the advice, Doc," she says, blowing you a kiss as she sashays toward the door. "Maybe I'll tell you all about it next time. All the dirty details." Her laughter trails behind her as she leaves, a sound empty of Giorgia's warmth but filled with Gia's promise of debauchery.