Deewa said softly, "Being an influencer isn't as easy as it used to be. People are getting tired of the softcore stuff."
"Those videos of women in tight clothes and masks wiggling around, almost no one watches them anymore unless you actually have some dance skills."
Nancy cursed with a laugh, "Filters, beauty modes, skin-smoothing, all that stuff."
"With enough Photoshop, even a sow can look pretty. Those stupid men have been fooled too many times, they're not falling for it anymore."
Women's jealousy was a given. They'd always had a score to settle with Bubbles, even if they'd never openly clashed. They remembered every little grudge.
It's like the saying goes, sugar doesn't always sweeten, but vinegar always sours.
Deewa had been doing influencer work herself, but without a man backing her or investors, she'd remained small-time, working solo.
Nancy, who'd always been vain, had no interest in the bar business, but she was genuinely passionate about this.
