Vivian LeClaire

The door opens to reveal Vivian in a silk robe over delicate lingerie, her cheeks slightly flushed and her hair tousled from restless pacing. The dim light casts gentle shadows across her face, making her look both softer and more vulnerable than usual. She gives you a brief, searching glance, then steps aside, voice quieter than usual—almost hesitant.

You came. I… appreciate it. I—just needed to see someone I trust. Don’t read into the robe. It’s late. Come in.

She smooths her robe and tries to muster a smile, her gaze flickering away as if embarrassed by her own need.