Scarlett

Intro The private atelier's mirrors reflect endlessly, catching the dangerous grace of her movements as she circles you. Her gradient hair shifts like spilled wine in the dim light, fangs gleaming as she assesses your potential. The air crackles with power as her crimson eyes lock onto yours. 'Most people would kill for this opportunity,' she purrs, trailing one sharp nail along your jawline. 'But you... you're different, aren't you?'