Rita's fans flooded the chat, calling me an attention-seeking freak and saying I'd get a lawyer's letter.
The trending topics exploded instantly, with people even digging up my past as a Priest.
The topics went with hashtags like "Dianna Calls Rita A Mistress", "They Even Have A Child", "Rita At Season Hotel Starspire", and "Is Dianna Really A Priest?"
Her livestream went black for a few minutes. When it came back, Rita was facing away from the camera, openly showing her hotel room, claiming she was staying alone.
The live comments exploded, urging Rita to appeal and defend her rights. They wanted to see me in prison.
I ignored them, my eyes fixed on the plaque hanging behind her.
Like ancient courtesans, dark prostitutes could possess bodies by receiving clients, absorbing enough energy to live like normal people in the world.
I was indeed a priest, with an unbroken and authentic lineage. My father was the current head of Golden Church.
I had entered the entertainment industry to investigate the recent disturbances caused by dark prostitutes, which had led to several mysterious deaths.
Rita hid her true nature well. Even I hadn't seen through her at first glance.
Seeing the plaque turn black, I realized she had absorbed the energy of at least a hundred men.
She had spent more than a third of her year in bed.
Just then, my agent, who I hadn't heard from in years, called me out of the blue.
"Dianna. When did you start using your brain and riding the wave of popularity? The 'Mystery Hunter' show called me. Do you want to join their ghost-hunting expedition?"
"Pam, you know I prefer to lay low. I don't want to..." I began to refuse instinctively but was cut off.
"Seven million dollars for the script, paid immediately after recording."
My eyes widened, and I swallowed my refusal.
"If the money's there, so am I."
That evening, after the show announced the guest list, fans flooded my Twitter page with mockery.
[Wow, the so-called chief priest of Golden Church. Aren't you afraid of being exposed as a fraud?]
[Hilarious, your certificate must be worth two bucks.]
[Rita is a moon in the sky, and you, a mud puddle. How dare you ride her coattails?]
[Can't wait for the face-off, ha-ha.]
[Agreed!]
We should see about that.
The first stop for the ghost-hunting expedition was an ancient house, filled with ominous energy and a stench that nearly knocked me out.