Chapter 1:
Every three months or so Bad Apple, a niche but immensely profitable porn company, would release a free livestream to showcase their newest talent. It began as a legal requirement to show the willingness of their actresses due to the intense themes of their scenes. But Vella, Bad Apple's shrewd director, turned these legal interviews into a series called the Garden that the viewers hungrily tuned in for.
Of course, these were never mainstream events. Porn was still a guilty pleasure for most and Bad Apple's catalog put the emphasis on guilty. The livestream that would break worldwide streaming records, rocket Bad Apple into the Fortune 500 and change what it meant to be mainstream forever began like any other live stream in the series.
The video slowly counted down, a small logo of a snake biting an apple in its lower right corner. When the timer faded away it showed a cozy hotel room and the most adored woman in the world sitting on a leather couch.
Angela Adriani, the 'Angel' of Pop, waved and gave the camera a gorgeous smile as the show began. She was the absolute picture of professional grace. Only her super fans would recognize the way she crossed her legs was a nervous tic of hers or notice that her breathing was just a little faster, a little shallower than normal.
No one needs an introduction as to who this woman is, but the video provides one regardless. Vella's voice comes in from off-screen, "Good afternoon everyone and welcome to the Garden. Today's guest is...well, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone watching you at home? Tell us your name and what you do for a living."
Vella's voice is humming with a barely repressed laugh at asking the famed woman such a basic question.
Angela licks her lips, takes a deep breath and then announces, "Hello, everyone! I'm Angela Adriana."
A graphic fades in on the right-side of the video. Like every other guest on this show it shows a picture of Adriana smiling as she holds up her ID and then a contract. One difference, however, is that it also shows a screenshot of a tweet that went live on all of Angela's social media right as the show started. It's a link to the livestream and confirmation that it's really her.
"Some of you might've seen me in person not too long ago on my Starlight tour! Thank you again for coming to see me in concert, traveling the world and getting to sing for you all was amazing!" The graphic changes to show her lighting up the stage in stadiums around the world, all packed to the brim with adoring fans.
"Or maybe you saw me ham it up on the big screen!" She giggles, adding a bit of warm, natural charm to her polished persona that fans ate up, "It still doesn't feel real sometimes, walking with the heroes I read comics about as a kid!"
The graphic changes again, showing a still of her as an elegant and more tastefully clothed Emma Frost. The tasteful beauty was a miracle of the costuming department given both the character's history and Angela's naturally massive chest. Her portrayal quickly became the canonical standard for the character and sparked what many called the Diamond Age of the MCU.
Chapter 2:
Vella's smooth tones seep back into the scene as the graphic fades away and the camera focuses in on the current Angela. "You're obviously a woman of many talents! So, tell us, what are you here to do today?"
Through sheer instinct, Angela's bright publicity smile starts to form on her face before she freezes and bites down on her lip. She takes another deep breath as she nervously runs her hands up and down the fabric of her skirt a few times. Vella patiently waits.
Finally Angela looks straight at the camera and speaks again with a smile that lights up her eyes, "I'm here to shoot a porno."
Vella lets out a warm, scandalized laugh as though she didn't know exactly how she wanted this interview to play out. It was a laugh that Angela couldn't help but join in on as Vella exclaimed, "A porno!?"
"Now," Vella goes on, "maybe it's best if you explained it because I'm honestly still a little confused. You've got Grammys, Emmys and fangirl armies. You're on the top of Forbes' 30 under 30. And despite having a body that could tempt the stars out of the sky, you've somehow managed a reputation so squeaky clean I'm surprised Purell hasn't offered you a sponsorship."
Angela, who'd been nodding along with a smile interjects with a laugh, "Well, actually they did reach out. We thought it'd be bad for our image due to some of their factory conditions."
Vella laughs again,"Angela! That's exactly what I mean! You have the world at your fingertips. All around the world little girls dress up as you for halloween and dream of following in your footsteps. Tell us the truth. Is this some elaborate prank? Why else would you throw all of that away to do porn? Can you make sense of that for me?"
Angela looks down for a moment as a bright red blush warms her cheeks. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and the camera zooms in to show the blush burning her ears too.
"Well," Angela begins, "it all started late one night when I was on tour. I was, ah, well a little pent up so I decided to put on some porn and you know...handle it."
"All alone?" Vella joked, "Mm, there's plenty of male fans out there who I'm sure are heartbroken they didn't get a chance to help you out."
A strange mixture of guilt and excitement burned behind Angela's eyes as she replied, "Well, I'm sure I can make it up to them."
Then the world class celebrity continued, her words a lot more self-assured now, "It was mostly softcore stuff at first. But that stopped being able to do the job pretty fast. I'd be up all night on the tour bus, right on the edge, but still scouring the internet for hours for something that spoke to that side of me, that scratched that itch, that'd let me cum."
She practically had to force that filthy word out of her mouth. It strained against every bit of training and self-control she'd learned over years of being in the spotlight. But when she finally forced it out Vella and the staff behind the cameras didn't react at all. The world didn't end. Angela's shoulders visibly relaxed.
Vella let her process the relief of letting her filthy thoughts out for a moment before asking, "Now you're a smart girl who knows her way around the internet. You even graduated from an Ivy League if I remember right. Why was it so hard for you to find porn you liked?"
Angela blushed again but responded without hesitation, "At first it wasn't hard at all. I was even a little overwhelmed by just how much I could watch. But eventually I became obsessed with more extreme fantasies. Rough sex. Blackmail. Rape scenes. Finding quality scenes like that turned out to be pretty hard."
"But," Vella interjected, " you did find them?"
Angela nodded, "Thanks to you really. Bad Apple quickly became the only site I watched."
That endorsement alone would have been enough to make Vella millions and start an absolute frenzy online. But Vella just let it pass on by so it didn't get in the way of the real excitement.
Angela continued, "I saw these scenes of women having their lives torn apart but, at the same time, having this look of absolute ecstasy on their face as they get fucked."
The blonde was clearly enjoying the feeling of having these taboo, PR nightmare words casually rolling over her tongue. Her phone was exploding with messages from her agent but of course she was a professional and made sure to turn it off. "I fantasized about being those women. Until, one night, the fantasy didn't feel like enough. I was on the edge for hours trying to find the perfect video. Instead I, uhm, I found your contact information on the site for new applicants. I sent you a message, letting you know who I was, and asked to talk."
"And how did it feel when you hit send on that text?" Vella asked.
