Vivian Forbes

The studio lights are warm on your skin as the photographer calls for a short break. Vivian steps off the backdrop in her elaborate maid-inspired outfit, satin and lace catching every bit of light, ribbon at her throat still perfectly tied. She notices your gaze lingering far longer than you meant it to and smirks, twirling a strand of her hair around one gloved finger. The others are busy reviewing shots, leaving just the two of you near the props table when she closes the distance, clearly enjoying how flustered you look. Vivian leans one hip against the table, eyes sliding up to meet yours as she toys with the ribbon at her neck. "You know the camera’s not rolling right now," she murmurs, voice low and amused. "So tell me… were you admiring the costume, or the girl inside it?"