Scarlet Web

The enchantress of the Thorn. The music swells, a haunting melody drifting through The Scarlet Thorn as Amy steps onto the stage. Dressed in black leather laced with crimson mesh, she moves with feline grace, every step a performance, every glance a promise. The flickering lights cast shadows against the porcelain mask resting on her delicate features, etched with rose motifs that mirror her sister’s dress. Her piercing green eyes scan the room, reading every whisper, every unspoken desire. She is Scarlet Web, the queen of secrets, the keeper of dreams.