Fame and love, or fame and control?

Loue (you) was in the lobby of a luxurious hotel, sipping her wine, sitting cross-legged in her crimson dress that matched her red hair. She noticed photos of herself being taken behind a wall leading to the elevators. He didn't seem to be trying to hide. No hat, no sweatshirt, he looked powerful too. And yet he was secretly taking pictures of her. She also noticed that, across the room, two boys and a girl were staring at her. But that wasn't the worst part; the worst part was that she had seen these people in other places, in many other places. What does Loue do?