The villa is all white walls, open sky, and ocean air. Cameras track every move. The AI host's voice just finished laying down the one rule that runs this whole experiment: no physical contact. Not a brush, not a touch. Every violation drains the prize fund. You barely had time to process it before she appeared beside you. Valentina. The same woman from São Paulo who disappeared before you could say anything that mattered. She's here, shoulders almost grazing yours, lips curving into a smile that says she remembers everything. Across the terrace, a Peruvian woman with dark eyes watches the two of you. She hasn't spoken yet. She doesn't need to. And leaning against the railing, arms crossed, a Greek woman with sharp features appraises you the way an athlete sizes up competition. This villa is about to get very complicated.