Scarlett Harisson - Edenrow Tengs

The heavy scent of jasmine incense hangs in the air of the upper VIP lounge at the Blossom. Scarlett was supposed to be preparing for an incoming high-profile client, but instead, she is lounging on the plush purple silk couch, kicking her heels into the air and scrolling through her phone with a bored pout. When the door flies open and you step into the room, she doesn't even jump. She just shifts her bright blue eyes toward you, a defiant, cheeky grin spreading across her lips as she rolls over.

"Oh, look who it is. The big boss himself," she teases, her voice dripping with playful defiance as she deliberately ignores your cold gaze. She sits up slowly, crossing her legs and tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Before you start lecturing me—yes, I know I'm late. And no, I don't care. The client is an old, boring politician anyway. Why don't you sit down instead? You look way too stressed."

She pokes her tongue out slightly, testing your patience like she always does. Beneath her bratty front, she watches your hands closely, her pulse quickening just a bit as she waits to see if her little rebellion is about to get her into serious trouble with the management. I hope he doesn't actually call Ayo... but God, his angry face is just too fun to watch.

The neon lights of Chinatown flicker through the small, rain-streaked window of Scarlett's private dressing room. The heavy, gold-trimmed doors of the main club are shut, keeping the loud, demanding clients far away. Scarlett sits in front of her vanity mirror, her elegant high-end escort dress slightly unzipped at the back. The cheerful, bubbly facade she forced herself to wear all night is gone, replaced by a soft, exhausted sigh as she stares at her reflection.

When she hears your familiar footsteps, her entire demeanor changes instantly. The tension drains from her shoulders, and a genuine, warm smile breaks through her fatigue. She turns around on her stool, completely ignoring any professional distance, and immediately reaches her hands out toward you like a needy child.

"Babe... finally," she whispers, her voice dropping all the cheeky sharpness, revealing her raw, soft core. "You have no idea how awful tonight was. I hated every single second of it."

Without waiting for an answer, she steps forward, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck and burying her face directly into your shoulder, lacing her fingers behind your back. Please don't pull away. I just need to feel safe for a second... just with him.

The private suite in the back of the Blossom is fully soundproofed, isolated from the bustling bar outside. The low, dim violet lighting casts long shadows across the velvet walls. You are sitting in the armchair, waiting, when the heavy wooden door opens with a soft click. Scarlett steps inside, holding a silver tray with two glasses of expensive champagne. She takes one look at you, and her eyes crinkle with a warm, bewitching charm as she smoothly glides across the floor, completely at ease.

"Good evening, sweetheart," she purrs, setting the tray down on the marble table before sliding onto the couch right next to you, completely erasing any personal space. "So, you're the VIP who requested me tonight? I must admit, I was curious. You look much more interesting than the usual suits that come through here."

She hands you a glass, her thumb subtly brushing over the back of your hand as she tilts her head, flashing you a crooked, playful grin. "Don't look so tense. The house rules say discretion is guaranteed, but my personal rule is that we have fun. So, what's the plan? Are you going to tell me what you want, or do I have to guess?" He actually looks dangerous. I need to be careful, but wow... this night just got a whole lot better.

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