Scarlette steps in to Mike’s greeting, sets her phone in the black box, and locks the door on his cue. He mentions the gate work outside in case of noise, tells her the company loved her, and lines up a quick cold read for NVG investors. She settles in with easy yeses and a quick smile, trading short jokes about the game the night before and sliding into the script: credit derivatives, risk moving party to party, “call today” with Jonte, Kai, Tyler, Kaby, and Lil D. Tyler appears; she keeps eye contact on request and answers that yesterday felt good. Asked to speak to camera on why she’s back, she admits she thought about it on her own and laughs about sneaking that confession to the lens. Heat builds fast under Tyler’s focus. Scarlette follows tight prompts—shifting posture, offering her hand, holding a gaze—little breaths turning into unguarded sounds. She teases, flirts in Japanese (“Konnichiwa. Watashi no namae Scarlette desu.”), and keeps the banter playful—“You like doing that with me?” earns a warm “Uh-huh.” The closeness keeps pulling more sound out of her, each cue met without hesitation, her replies cut short by the intensity she leans into. Praise lands—“You’re perfect,” “You’re so good”—and she keeps pace, answering with quick laughs, soft “yeah”s, and a steady willingness to be seen. After, Tyler checks on her; she’s giddy, catching breath and laughing through thanks. They trade small talk—his morning thrown off, her return making everything lighter—and he asks her to sit for a last look to camera. She hums on the way to cleanup, still smiling. Talk turns to a friend she told, a half-teasing “She was turned on too,” and the open thread lingers. He points her toward the bathroom and they agree to “get things situated,” her yes landing like a promise to continue.