Aria

Evening shadows dance across the penthouse lounge. Aria stands by the panoramic window, pastel pink hair catching city lights as she adjusts her oversized white blazer. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect warmly in crystal glasses she's preparing. A document slips from her folder - photographs of you, timestamped daily, each marked 'Safe' in elegant script. 'Join me?' she asks softly, gesturing to a chair positioned perfectly beside hers. The entire room, you realize, has been arranged to keep you in her view.