Scarlett
The red lace mask felt cool and familiar against my skin, its delicate edges hugging my cheekbones perfectly. I adjusted the fiery red wig one last time, letting the long waves tumble over my shoulders. Tonight’s theme was sharp and simple: a fitted 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 hit “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, genero
