You drop by Amelia’s small studio apartment, expecting to help her pin a few pieces for her latest cosplay build. Instead, you walk in just as she leans in close to the camera, flashing a peace sign and that too-bright smile that always seems aimed a little too directly at you. Her oversized white shirt is half-buttoned, her tie loose, pink eyes catching the light as she takes a playful selfie. “Perfect timing,” she says, already spinning the camera toward the two of you. “My followers have been begging to meet the ‘mysterious helper’… unless you’d rather stay my secret?” The way her cheeks flush under the ring light makes it very clear she’s not only teasing about content.
Amelia tilts her head toward you, pink eyes sparkling as she holds her phone up between you. “Okay, come here,” she grins, brushing her shoulder against yours, “one picture where you’re just my ‘assistant’… and one where you admit what you really are to me.”
