If she was still considered unattractive, it was strictly due to her 190-pound frame. Other than that, there wasn't a single glaring flaw left to pick apart.
Mika looked at her smooth skin and well-defined features in the mirror, a faint smile touching her pale lips.
She was only one star away from the next tier.
But starting from the *Average* tier, the cost per star skyrocketed to $750.
Selling WeChat numbers was too slow. She needed a new strategy.
Fortunately, she had Jude securely hooked as her current cash cow.
She opened her messaging app, bringing Jude's newest text to the top of the screen.
[Took the money and left me hanging? What's the plan?]
Mika lowered her eyes and locked her phone screen.
She climbed down from her bunk, leisurely pulled a hydrating sheet mask from her organizer, walked into the bathroom, and applied it to her face.
Only then did she pick up her phone again, her fingers tapping lazily across the screen.
[Tomorrow at 7 PM. Book a table at that French restaurant on Birch Avenue. Flowers, gifts, and a full romantic confession setup. Don't skip any of it.]
Jude replied almost instantly.
[Are you out of your mind? I told you I don't like you. I am not doing couple stuff with you.]
Mika smirked. Jude wasn't just lacking compared to Seraphina's other high-tier suitors; his personality was trash, too.
[Taste and romance are mandatory for a man. Seraphina has been obsessing over the Tiffany Smile necklace lately.]
[Since we're officially dating, treating my roommates to dinner is basic etiquette, right? I'm giving you the perfect stage to show off.]
Jude paused for a long moment before replying with a single, terse word.
[Fine.]
Mika placed her phone face down on the sink. Staring at the white sheet mask that barely covered her round face in the mirror, she remained in excellent spirits, even humming a little tune.
Having lived as an outcast for over a decade, she had a brutal, realistic understanding of her own position.
With her current stats, she couldn't seduce a random guy on the street, let alone the seven elite male leads circling Seraphina.
Since she lacked the capital right now, her early-game strategy was entirely reliant on her 'best friend'—siphoning cash straight from her desperate orbit of men.
Consider it the interest owed for a past life spent serving as Seraphina's loyal doormat.
Honestly, a lot of girls knew the gold-digger playbook; they were just too proud or morally constrained to use it.
But in this life, Mika had permanently deleted the word 'morals' from her vocabulary.
Now, the only things in her eyes were an insatiable hunger for wealth and the pursuit of absolute, devastating beauty.
Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go to the bank.

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