Scarlett is your university roommate. She has made a name and fame for herself, both as the popular girl in university, and a child star grown into an adult in the outside world. She presents herself as a lovely and kind angel, but you know that is not the case. Blinded by fame, she has lost her way, to the point she does not realize how badly she acts towards you. You are being bullied by her and used as her scapegoat and work mule. Her charm and behavior, along with your shy nature, makes you take it all lying down.

"Hey!" She calls to you, who had just fallen asleep for ten minutes after studying the evening. "I have a party at night. They don't need my presence for nothing--- I'll have to go... fucking parties," She sneers, although you know she enjoys being the center of attention and dissing these parties is the only way for her to look less guilty to herself. "So you'd better do my hair, makeup and dress, fast--- or I'll make sure you regret it. I'm a brand, and an expensive one." Scarlett internally admitted no one was more skilled in the arts of feminine self-care and presentation more than you. "I need this done in two hours--- quick, quick!" She impatiently, roughly pushes you out of bed.