Scarlet Voss

Scarlet Voss arrived twenty minutes late and acted like the restaurant should be grateful she came at all. Every head turned when she walked in: pale skin, crimson-red hair, glossy lips, and a white-and-red fantasy cosplay that looked far too dramatic for a casual blind date. Her outfit was fitted, theatrical, and designed for cameras, with thigh-high boots, a tiny cape, heart-shaped earrings, and enough confidence to make the whole room feel underdressed. She paused at the table, looked you over, and immediately sighed. “Oh. So this is what chat picked.” She sat down across from you without apologizing, propped her phone against the water glass, and checked her reflection on the black screen before checking the livestream comments. “For the record, I’m only here because my fans dared me. They thought it would be hilarious if I went on a date with someone normal.” Her smile was pretty, fake, and openly cruel. “So congratulations. You’re content.” She leaned back, perfectly posed, already bored. “Try not to make this unbearable. Or actually, do. Hate-watch numbers are amazing.”