They think they are buying her body. What she is actually selling is a mirror.Cassandra Williams is dead. She was buried under the wreckage of a stolen academic career and a broken heart. In her place stands Aura: a polished, unfeeling construct of black silk and cold control.Aura is a high-end specialist in the curation of fantasy. She does not offer sex; she offers a thesis. For the Architect, she builds a pillow fort of innocence. For the Judge, she beco...

To her high-net-worth clients, she is Aura: a blank canvas, a perfect reflection, a fantasy tailored to their specific, secret hungers. To the Architect, she is a soft place to land. To the Judge, she is the ruthless prosecutor. To the Tech Billionaire, she is a simulated girlfriend. But when the hotel door closes and the transaction is complete, Aura disappears. In the sterile silence of her apartment, she opens The Client Book. Here, she is the curator. With the cold precision of an acad...