“The Prince and I,” by Jillian Lauren

I was an eighteen-year-old NYU dropout struggling to pay my rent in New York by dancing at the Kit-Kat Club on 56th and Broadway, when a friend of mine approached me about a casting call. This casting call was supposedly to entertain rich businessmen in Singapore. It didn’t seem all that different from what I was already doing, so I went.

But when I got the job, they told me that it wasn’t in Singapore at all. In fact, I was being invited to be the personal guest of the prince of Brunei…