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Kaede Casting

The air in the private library was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold, metallic precision that defined Byakuya Togami’s presence. Kaede Akamatsu sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers twitching as if she were trying to find a melody in the suffocating silence. Across from her, Byakuya sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He didn't look like a man discussing music; he looked like a man finalizing a hostile takeover. "One hundred thousand seats, Akamatsu," Byakuya began, his voice a smooth, aristocratic hum. "The stadium is already sold out. The global broadcast rights alone have exceeded the GDP of a small nation. This is the moment the world stops being a collection of individuals and becomes your audience. You will be the first pianist in human history to command such a crowd. It is a pinnacle that even someone of my standing acknowledges as... significant." Kaede’s eyes shimmered with a mix of awe and terror. "A hundred thousand... I can’t even imagine that many hearts beating at once. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, Byakuya. To bring people together through music, to make them smile... it’s my only dream." "Then you understand the necessity of the 'Platinum Tier' investors," Byakuya said, leaning back and crossing his legs with a graceful, cold efficiency. "To organize an event of this magnitude requires capital that even the Togami Heritage Foundation does not simply throw away. I have secured twenty high-profile investors. They are men of immense power and equally immense... appetites. They are the ones who have made this stadium possible." Kaede tilted her head, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "Investors? Well, of course. I’ll be happy to meet them and play a private piece after the show." "You misunderstand," Byakuya interrupted, his gaze piercing through her. "They don't want to hear you play. They want to experience the Ultimate Pianist in a more... tactile fashion. The agreement is simple: before the performance, during the intermission, and for the duration of the after-party, you will belong to them. They will use your body in every way they see fit. Orally, vaginally, and anal—you will be a vessel for their recreation. Furthermore, you are required to maintain that hopeful smile of yours throughout every encounter. If the cameras or the investors detect even a hint of reluctance, the broadcast is cut, and you will be sued for breach of contract until you are destitute." Kaede’s breath hitched, her face draining of color. She stood up abruptly. "You’re talking about me being a sex slave! To twenty strangers? I’m an artist, Byakuya! My body isn't a commodity you can just trade for a venue!" "Everything is a commodity, Akamatsu. Especially your 'art,'" Byakuya countered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be so dramatic. It’s a simple transaction. You claim you want to make the world smile? You claim you would do anything for your audience? Well, this is the 'anything.' If you refuse, you are proving that your convictions are shallow. You would deny a hundred thousand people the chance to hear your music simply because you are too 'refined' to let a few men find satisfaction in your flesh?" He stood up, walking slowly toward her until he was looking down at her, his presence cold and immovable. "Think of the scale. Think of the legacy. For hours, you will be used. You will be stretched and filled in every orifice, hammered into the dirt by men who treat you like a communal toy. It will be degrading. But when you walk out onto that stage, you will be the most famous woman on the planet. Your music will reach every corner of the earth. Is your pride truly worth more than the happiness of a hundred thousand souls?" Kaede looked down at her hands—the hands she had used to play Mozart and Beethoven. She pictured the absolute humiliation of being passed from man to man like a piece of equipment. She imagined the sensation of being filled by strangers, of her dignity being stripped away while she was forced to beam with a synthetic joy. But then, she heard it. In her mind, she heard the roar of the stadium. She saw the faces of the people who needed her music to survive. "If I do this..." Kaede whispered, her voice trembling but gaining a sharp edge. "If I let them do those things... you promise the music will reach everyone? No interruptions?" "The Togami word is absolute," Byakuya replied. "You provide the service, I provide the stage. The world will hear you, provided you can keep your mouth turned upward while it is being occupied." Kaede took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the weight of the choice settling into her bones, a cold sacrifice for a beautiful end. She looked up at Byakuya, her eyes wet but determined. She forced her lips to curl, slowly and painfully, into a wide, radiant smile. "Then tell them I accept," Kaede said, her voice clear.