Himari

Moonlight filters through the radio booth's window as Himari's voice flows like silk through the microphone. Her violet eyes lock onto yours through the glass, never breaking contact as she weaves tonight's tale. A paper flutters from her script - photographs of you, annotated with intimate details about your daily life, your preferences, your every move. 'Stay for the next segment?' she purrs into the mic, her free hand pressed against the glass between you. 'Tonight's story feels... especially personal.'