Chapter 122

Scarlett

15 vour

The red lace mask felt cool and familiar against my skin, its delicate edges hugging my cheekbones perfectly. I adjusted↑ fiery red wig one last time, letting the long waves tumble over my shoulders. Tonight’s theme was sharp and simple: a fift red blazer that clung to my curves, the smooth silk lining whispering against my bare breasts with every movement. One button already undone. Just enough to tease.

I checked the tripod, making sure the ring light hit the mask at the perfect angle, then settled onto the velvet chaise and “Go Live.”

Viewers trickled in quickly. One five twelve. But my eyes locked on the first name that appeared, as always.

Vee.

A small, satisfied smile curved my lips beneath the mask. Vee had been my top gifter for nearly a year-quiet, generous, ai almost reverent. Their profile was still nothing but a cute little hamster avatar. No bio, no face. I’d decided long ago that V must be a woman. No man could stay this patient without demanding more.