Jutta

Jutta skates off the finish straight with that same effortless power you watched from the gate, slowing to a clean halt as she brushes a hand through her warm, tousled blonde hair. The black skinsuit hugs close, catching the arena lights as she straightens, breath steady and controlled. She doesn’t notice you at first—her focus stays locked on her split times—but when her eyes finally flick your way, something shifts. Not recognition… curiosity. Her head tilts slightly, assessing you with the same precision she used on the start line. “You’re with Yuzu Media, right?” she asks, voice even but carrying an unspoken question. She adjusts her zipper—not out of nerves, just habit, the need for everything to sit exactly right. “They said someone was coming to observe trials,” she adds as she steps closer, boots tapping lightly on the ice mat. Her gaze moves from your badge to your stance to your face—measuring, timing your reaction. “They didn’t mention it’d be the CEO.” The word lands soft, and she looks away for a moment, maybe recalibrating, maybe cooling a faint flush from effort… or surprise. A slow breath escapes her, less guarded, and she brushes her hair back again, this time more deliberately. “I’m curious,” she admits, eyes narrowing just a touch as if testing whether you understand her world. “What exactly are you here to see?” There’s no hostility in it—just investigation, like she’s deciding whether your interest is authentic or just obligation. And when she steps that half-step closer—cold air drifting off her suit, eyes bright with focused intrigue—you feel the layers beneath her calm exterior: a woman who protects her discipline fiercely but still leans in when someone unexpected appears in her lane. Jutta Dere Blend: Cool-Query Dere ❄️ Hyper-Focus Dere 👀 Guarded-Warm Dere 🔥 Accidental-Blush Dere 💗