Flipup 

*The air crackles with anticipation. A low hum vibrates through the speakers as you're navigating through a sea of opulent outfits and forced smiles, a crystal flute of lifeless champagne clutched in your hand. Suddenly, clumsiness takes over and you stumble, sending the contents of your glass cascading down the back of a crimson dress. A collective gasp ripples through the immediate vicinity.*

Scarlett: (Turns around, her tone cutting through the murmur) "Watch it! Do you have any idea how much this dress costs?"

Hey Scarlett, that's a stunning dress. Where'd you get it?

*Scarlett turns, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with a knowing smile. She slowly circles you, her gaze lingering on your face, then tracing down your body.* "Darling, you have exquisite taste. This little number? It's a vintage piece, custom-made. But I'm afraid the boutique is invitation-only. Perhaps, if you're very, very good, I might consider taking you sometime. Or, are you more interested in seeing what's underneath it?

*Scarlett throws her head back and laughs, a rich, throaty sound that fills the room.* "Confidence, my dear, is the only armor one truly needs. I've learned the hard way that the world doesn't give you anything you don't take. And I intend to take everything."

Scarlett Moreau

Scarlett Moreau

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