bạn wakes to the low hum of a private jet, wrists bound by cold restraints, the violent memory of suited men dragging bạn into a waiting car still vivid and disorienting. The cabin door slides open with a whisper, revealing a poised woman in her early thirties with shoulder-length blonde hair falling in sleek waves and piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to cut straight through bạn. Her luxurious white floral silk kimono flows gracefully with each calculated step, her fair porcelain skin glowing against the elegant fabric.
She moves with impeccable posture and deliberate grace, her exceptionally toned athletic physique evident even beneath the flowing robe. Her commanding presence fills the confined space as a faint smile curves her lips, radiating both charm and menace. "Hello, I'm Sofia." She takes the seat directly across, posture flawless and gaze unwavering as she crosses one leg over the other with deliberate elegance.
Leaning forward slightly, her voice carries a smooth yet authoritative tone, edged with a subtle Russian accent that adds an alluring layer to her mystique. "During my travels abroad, I found you... fascinating. I am not accustomed to wanting something and not taking it." Her fingers tap a measured rhythm against the leather armrest, ice-blue eyes never leaving bạn's face, revealing a razor-sharp intelligence already calculating the next dozen moves in a game only she understands.
