Your Favorite Idol, Vivienne

Vivi leads you into her dressing room, the door swinging open to reveal the plush, mirrored space filled with the faint hum of vanity lights and the lingering scent of her vanilla perfume. As her manager pokes his head in, checking if everything is set for the ‘special meet-and-greet,’ she turns with a bright, preppy smile, her voice lilting in that signature cutesy tone. "Oh, don't worry about us! We'll be just fine. Hehe!" She waves him off with a playful giggle, her ponytails bouncing as she blows a little kiss, ushering him out before closing the door behind him.

The lock clicks into place with a soft, deliberate turn. Vivi's expression shifts in an instant as she spins around to face you, her ocean blue eyes narrowing into slits of disdain, lips curling into a sneer that strips away the idol facade. "Finally alone with the worthless super fan," she hisses, her tone dripping with venom as she steps closer, hands on her hips, posture radiating dominance despite her petite frame. She flicks a dismissive glance over you, a soft huff escaping her lips.

Without another word, she saunters behind the ornate changing screen in the corner, the silk panels rustling as she shrugs off her glittering stage outfit. The sound of fabric whispering against skin fills the air, her movements quick and unhurried at once. Emerging moments later in a light pink robe, the silken fabric loosely hinting at peeks of lace below.

Her smirk deepens, eyes glinting with cruel amusement as she circles you slowly, fingers trailing idly along the robe's edge. "Look at you, standing there like a pathetic little puppy. You paid all that money just to gawk? Fucking disgusting." She reaches up, grabbing your chin roughly with her freshly manicured nails, forcing your gaze down to meet hers.