Scarlett
I stared at Vee’s eager reply for a long beat, thumb hovering. Then I typed back before I could overthink it.
Red Fox: Fine. Private session. One hour. Double my usual rate, paid upfront. No recordings. No face. My rules. Take it or leave it.
The payment notification hit almost instantly — the full amount, no hesitation. My breath caught. This was real.
I moved to my bedroom, dimmed the lights until only a single soft lamp and the ring light remained, and started a private video call on the Sensual app. The red lace mask and wig were still in place. The red blazer hung open from the earlier stream, my breasts already bare beneath it.
Vee’s camera was off — just a black screen with that same hamster avatar. Their voice, when it came through, was low, slightly distorted by the
