Brazilian Influencer Di*s at Dubai Party – Sheikh Paid $100K for ‘Extreme Humiliation Night’ PART1 24-year-old Brazilian influencer Isabella Costa died of cardiac arrest after Shik Khaled Al- Zedi strangled her with his hands during a game at a private party in a penthouse in the Burge Khalifa Tower in Dubai and her body was cremated 12 hours later with a false conclusion of drug overdose. Isabella Costa was born in Belo Horizonte, Mina Kerise on March 23rd, 2001. The family lived in the working-class neighborhood of Bereero on the outskirts of the city. Her father, Marco Costa, worked as a car mechanic in a small workshop. His salary was about 800 Rio per month, which was equivalent to approximately $160. Her mother, Maria Dilva, worked as a saleswoman in a supermarket. Her salary was slightly less, 700 riers. Isabella had a younger brother, Carlos, who was 3 years younger. The family lived in a small two-bedroom house. The neighborhood was unsafe. There was a high crime rate, drug dealing, and gangs. Her parents tried to protect their children from the streets. Isabella attended a public school. School came easily to her, but she stood out from the others. From an early age, it was clear that she was a beautiful girl. She was tall for her age, slim with regular features, large brown eyes, and long dark hair. At 14, her classmates began to say that Isabella should become a model. Her teacher advised her mother to send her to modeling school, but the family did not have the money for such things. Isabella continued to study at a regular school. She graduated in 2018. She wanted to go to university, but her grades weren’t high enough to get a free place. Tuition fees were 3,000 riers per semester. The family couldn’t afford it. Isabella got a job as a cashier at the supermarket where her mother worked. The salary was 1,000 rias per month. She worked full-time, 6 days a week. She saved money, dreaming of moving to S. Paulo. There were modeling agencies there, and she could try to start a career. At 19, she had saved 3,000 ries. She told her parents that she was going to the state capital to seek a better life. Her father was against it, saying that the big city was dangerous for a young girl. Her mother supported her. She said that Isabella should try, otherwise she would regret it for the rest of her life. In August 2020, Isabella moved to S. Paulo. She rented a room in the Moaka district from an elderly woman for 400 Rio a month. The room was small, 8 square meters, with a shared bathroom with the land lady, but the neighborhood was decent, close to the subway. Isabella began visiting modeling agencies. She carried printed photos with her that her friends had taken on their phones in Bellow Horizonte. She did not have a professional portfolio. The first few months were difficult. Most agencies rejected her immediately. They said that Isabella was beautiful, but not tall enough to be a runway model. She was 172 cm tall. For the runway, you need to be at least 175 cm tall. They offered her work at promotional events, handing out flyers, working as a promoter. They paid 50 to 70 RA per day of work. Isabella agreed to everything. At the same time, she started developing her Instagram account. She had created a profile back in Bellow Horizonte, but only started taking it seriously in S. Paulo. She posted photos everyday, selfies, photos in shopping malls, on city streets, in parks. She used popular hashtags. She subscribed to other influencers, commented on their posts, and tried to attract attention. Her followers grew slowly. In the first 3 months, she gained 2,000. In November 2020, the CO 19 pandemic hit Brazil hard. Lockdowns, business closures, job losses. Promotions were cancelled. Isabella’s income dropped to zero. She ran out of money for rent. The landlord gave her a month’s grace period. Isabella called home and asked for help. But her parents had lost their jobs, too. Her father had no orders and his workshop was closed. Her mother was sent on unpaid leave. Isabella realized that she needed to find other ways to earn money. Instagram was her only resource. She already had 5,000 followers. She began posting more revealing photos in lingerie, swimsuits, tight fitting clothes. Her followers began to grow faster. 3,000 were added in a month. The first offers from small brands appeared. Advertisements for sportsear and cosmetics. They paid 2 to 300 re per post. This helped her get through the first months of the pandemic. By mid 2021, restrictions began to ease. Isabella returned to promotional work, but her main income now came from Instagram. She had 20,000 followers. Advertising posts brought in 1 to one and a half thousand ries per month. This was enough for rent, food, and basic expenses. Isabella created the image of a successful girl. She took photos in expensive places that didn’t cost her any money. She would take photos in the public areas of luxury hotels and restaurants where she only ordered coffee but pretended to be having dinner. She would borrow clothes from friends or rent them for a few hours for photooots. Her followers believed her image. The comments were full of admiration. Girls asked her how she had achieved such success. Guys wrote compliments. Isabella responded to comments and kept in touch with her audience. This helped her grow. By the end of 2021, she had 50,000 followers. In 2022, Isabella began receiving offers from larger brands, cosmetics companies, sportsware manufacturers, fitness apps. They paid $500,000 for an advertising campaign of 3 to five posts. Her annual income grew to $20,000. That was good money for Brazil. Isabella moved into a better apartment, a studio in the Villa Mariana neighborhood for 1,200 tools raise a month. She started sending money to her parents, $2 to $300 every month. Her parents were grateful. Her father found a new job, but the salary was less than before. By 2023, she had 200,000 followers. Isabella was considered a micro influencer. She was invited to brand events, store openings, and fashion shows. She met other influencers. She learned that many of them earned much more, not only from advertising, but also from other things. Some girls mentioned private parties for rich men. They didn’t say directly what happened there, but they hinted that you could earn tens of thousands of dollars in one night. Isabella knew about the existence of escort services….Part 2 is in the comments👇👇

They wanted a private party with beautiful girls. Expectations included company, entertainment, and fulfilling wishes. Details would be discussed on site. A mandatory condition was signing a non-disclosure agreement. Everything that happened at the party would remain confidential. Violation of the agreement would result in legal consequences and a fine of $500,000.

Isabella asked a direct question. Does this include intimate services? The representative responded evasively. He said that the girls should be open to the wishes of the clients. Some wishes may be of an intimate nature, but everything takes place in a safe environment with complete respect. If a girl is not comfortable with something specific, boundaries can be discussed in advance.

Isabella hesitated for a week. She discussed it with her friend Lana, who was also an influencer. Lana said she had heard about such parties from other girls. Some returned with money and traumatic experiences. They said that the client’s demands were extreme. Humiliation, violence, things that no amount of money could compensate for, but some said that everything went well.

Just escort services, nothing unusual. Lana advised Isabella to think carefully. $100,000 is a lot of money, but the risk might be too high. Isabella thought about it for three more days. She looked at her life. A room for 1,200 Rios. An income that could stop at any moment if Instagram’s algorithms changed.

Parents who live in poverty, a brother who wants to go to university but has no money. $100,000 would solve all her problems. One night, you can survive anything for that kind of money. On January 22nd, Isabella replied to the company representative. She wrote that she agreed to participate. She asked for details and a non-disclosure agreement.

The representative replied within an hour. He sent the contract in English. 10 pages of legal text. Isabella read it carefully. The main points. The participant agrees to attend a private event on February 28th in Dubai to comply with the reasonable requirements of the organizers and clients, to maintain complete confidentiality about the event and participants, not to take photos or videos without permission, and not to disclose information to third parties.

Violation will result in a fine of $500,000 and possible criminal prosecution under UAE law. payment of $100,000 in cash at the end of the event, provided all obligations are fulfilled. Isabella signed with an electronic signature. She sent a scan of her passport. 2 days later, she received an e ticket for a flight from Sa Paulo to Dubai on February 27th.

Business class Emirates Airline, return ticket for March 2. She also received confirmation of a reservation at the Atlantis the Palm Hotel for five nights. Isabella began to prepare. She bought new evening dresses, shoes, and cosmetics. She spent $2,000 on her wardrobe. She had treatments at a beauty salon, manicure, pedicure, waxing, hair styling.

She told her parents that she was flying to Dubai for a promotional photo shoot. A major brand had invited her for a photo shoot. Her parents were happy. Her mother said she was proud of her daughter. Her father warned her to be careful in a foreign country. On February 27th, Isabella arrived at Dubai airport. She passed through passport control without any problems.

A driver with a sign reading Isabella Costa was waiting in the arrivals area. He was a man in his 40s of Indian appearance wearing a black suit. He introduced himself as Rajesh, an employee of Dubai Elite Events. He took her suitcase and led her to a black Mercedes S-Class. The trip to the hotel took 30 minutes. The Atlantis.

The Palm Hotel is located on the artificial island of Palm Jira. It is a luxurious resort with 1,500 rooms, a water park, a dolphinarium, and many restaurants. Isabella was given a room on the 20th floor with a view of the Persian Gulf. The room was huge, 50 m. It had a king-size bed, a living area, and a marble bathroom with a jacuzzi.

Isabella spent the rest of the day relaxing. After her flight, she walked around the hotel grounds and took photos for Instagram. She posted a photo with the caption, “Dubai, I’m here.” She received thousands of likes and comments. Her followers wrote that they envied her, that she was lucky. Isabella smiled as she read the comments. If only they knew the truth.

If only they knew why she was really here. On the evening of February 27th, she received a message from the event coordinator. The man introduced himself as James. He wrote that a car would pick her up at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow. It would take her to the party venue. Dress code, evening gown, elegant makeup, hairstyle, no cell phones, leave them at the hotel.

The event would last until morning. She would return to the hotel around 7 or 8:00 a.m. on March 2nd. Isabella replied that she understood. She asked if she could find out more about what would be happening. James replied that all the details would be explained on site. It would be best to come with an open mind and a willingness to try new experiences.

Everything would be comfortable and safe. There was no need to worry. On February 28th, Isabella spent the day at the hotel spa massage, facial, hair styling. She returned to her room at 6:00 in the evening. She began to get ready. She chose a black form-fitting kneelength dress, high heeled shoes. She applied her makeup carefully.

She emphasized her eyes and painted her lips bright red. She styled her hair in curls. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful. She was ready for anything for $100,000. At 9:00 p.m., she went down to the hotel lobby. The same Mercedes was waiting there. Rajes opened the door. Isabella got in. They drove through the city.

The trip took 20 minutes. They stopped at the foot of the Burj Khalifa Tower, the tallest building in the world, 828 m. Rajes led Isabella to the service entrance. They took the elevator. There was only one button, number 14, the penthouse at the very top. The elevator opened directly into a huge living room. The interior was luxurious.

white marble floors, high ceilings, floor to-seeiling panoramic windows overlooking the whole of Dubai. The furniture was designer and modern. There was a bar with hundreds of bottles of expensive alcohol. Soft lounge music was playing. There were already other girls in the living room. Isabella counted eight, all about her age, beautiful in evening dresses.

She approached and introduced herself. The girls introduced themselves too. two Russians, Anna and Datarina. Two Ukrainians, Oxana and Arena, Valyria from Colombia, Luchia from Argentina, two Romanians, Alina and Maria. All influencers with a large number of followers from 100,000 to 500,000. We started talking.

It turned out that everyone had been made the same offer. $100,000 for the evening. complete confidentiality, fulfillment of clients wishes. Some of the girls were here for the first time, like Isabella. Others had participated in similar parties before. Anna, a Russian from Moscow, said that this was her third time.

The first two were in Dubai. She warned that it would be difficult. Clients at such parties expect a lot, not just sex, extreme things, humiliation, but if you want money, you have to put up with it. She had already earned $200,000 at the two previous parties. She plans to buy an apartment in Moscow after this one. Valyria from Colombia was also experienced.

She said she had participated in five such events in Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Riyad. The clients are always the same types. Rich, middle-aged Arabs. They pay for power, for the opportunity to do whatever they want with women. Valyria learned to turn off her emotions, to imagine that it wasn’t happening to her.

That made it easier to get through. The other girls were scared, especially Maria from Romania. She was only 21. It was her first time at such a party. She cried and said she wanted to leave. Anna said it was too late. If you leave, you won’t get your money. What’s more, they could deport you and put you on a blacklist.

You’ll never get into the UAE again. It’s better to stay, get through it, and get your money. At 9:30 p.m., a man in his 40s entered the penthouse. He was European in appearance, tall, wearing an expensive dark blue suit. He had light, closely cropped hair and blue eyes. He spoke English with a British accent.

He introduced himself as James, the event coordinator. He asked the girls to come closer and sit on the sofas in the living room. James began to explain. He spoke calmly and professionally as if it were a normal business meeting. Five clients would be visiting the penthouse that evening. They were very wealthy and influential people from the Persian Gulf countries.

They had paid a lot of money for this event to be organized. $200,000 each, a total of $1 million. Of this amount, $900,000 goes to the girls, $100,000 each. The rest covers the costs of organization, security, and confidentiality. The clients expect full service. This means fulfilling all their requirements without exception.

Any wishes, any fantasies, the girls must be ready for anything. Refusal to fulfill a request means a breach of contract. In this case, the girl is immediately removed from the event, deported from the country without payment, and without compensation for expenses. Her name is also blacklisted by organizers of similar events throughout the Persian Gulf.

This means that she will never be able to receive such an offer again. If everything goes well and the clients are satisfied, each girl will receive $100,000 in cash at the end of the event. The money will be given in US dollars in large bills. It can be taken with you or transferred to a bank account.

The event will last until about 6:00 or 7 in the morning. After that, the girls will be taken to their hotels. The rest of the day is free. Return tickets are for the 2nd or 3rd of March. Oxana, one of the Ukrainian women, raised her hand. She asked what exactly was meant by any requests. Could there be requests that cause pain or humiliation? James looked at her intently.

He replied that clients could ask for many things. Some things might be uncomfortable or humiliating, but physical harm was out of the question. If any of the clients tried to cause serious physical harm, security would intervene. But psychological discomfort and moderate pain could be part of the process. If a girl was not ready for that, it would be better to leave now.

No one left. The girls looked at each other. Maria from Romania cried quietly, but remained seated. James nodded. He said he was glad to see their willingness to cooperate. He asked them to hand over all their cell phones to put them in the box he had brought. The phones would be returned in the morning. This was necessary for confidentiality.

No photos, videos, or recordings during the event. The girls took out their phones and put them in the box. Isabella looked at the screen one last time. Messages from her mother and her friend Lana. They asked how things were going in Dubai. Isabella did not reply. She put her phone in the box. James closed it and took it to another room.

He returned a few minutes later. He said that the clients would arrive in 30 minutes. The girls could get drinks from the bar and relax. James turned up the music. Modern electronic lounge music. Some of the girls went to the bar. Anna from Russia poured herself a whiskey. She drank it in one gulp.

She said that alcohol helps. Isabella poured herself a drink, too. Vodka and juice. She drank it slowly. She felt warmth in her chest. Her nerves calmed down a little. The girl stood by the panoramic windows looking at Dubai. The city sparkled with lights. Skyscraper towers stretched into the night sky.

Artificial islands in the shape of palm trees were clearly visible. Isabella thought about what a strange world it was. Down below, millions of people lived ordinary lives. And up here, nine girls were selling themselves for money to rich men. No one down below knew. No one would ever find out. At 10:00, the elevator doors opened. Five men entered.