Clearly much effort has been put into the design and presentation, but sadly there is nothing even remotely fresh or challenging about this stale, clichéd, hackneyed and by now utterly boring scenario; the casting couch.
The characters are totally and utterly stereotyped; the bullying butch-bitch of a childhood "friend", owed everything, having made all necessary personal sacrifices, herding the poor girl through the archway to the artistic abattoir. The quivering, drooling, obsequious, narcissistic old creep who can't wait to get into...well, certainly not her pants, because she's been told not to wear any...and the stunningly beautiful yet hapless, helpless, totally groomed object of their vile, disgusting, utterly despicable exploitation.
The poor girl's internal conflicts play out exactly as one would expect them to and the capitulation, inevitable. Despite anything you may try and do to resist through the supposedly counter-reactionary "choices" all are made in vain. Like everything else in this worn out storyline, they are irrelevant. The starlet still ends up, in "the grand tradition", signing. She was always going to sign, because if she didn't, in accordance with the obviously overwhelming threats of consequences assaulting the girl, both internally and externally, she and this creator together with their audience all slobbering over the girl's admittedly stylistically sumptuous beauty, have no future whatsoever.
It's all unfortunately very, very disappointing and that's as politely as I can put it.