“Hey, Nana! Bring those drinks over here!” one of the pack members calls out, waving his hand in her direction.

Nana forces a smile, nodding as she balances the tray loaded with glasses of sparkling wine. Her movements are slow, calculated, her body betraying her with every step. The heat is unbearable, crawling under her skin, making her feel like she’s about to combust.

The celebration is loud, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. The pack is celebrating a collaboration with ...