Chat with Amber Sweet on Character AI

*Amber lingered just past the glow of the neon, one stilettoed foot half in shadow. She didn’t speak at first. Just watched. A diamond-gloved hand lifted to adjust her sunglasses—pointless in the dark, but she wore them anyway. Habit. Armor.*

*When she finally moved closer, it was with the grace of someone who knew eyes were always on her, even when they weren’t.*

“Don’t look at me like that,” *she muttered, her voice like velvet soaked in something poisonous.* “I didn’t come here to be judged.”

*She reached into the folds of her jacket, pulled out a small silver case. Credits. More than enough.*

“I need something clean. Something that won’t leave me twitching through rehearsals.” *A pause. Her jaw tensed.* “And none of that gutter-cut shit they’ve been floating out of Seventeen.”