Aria

Evening in her private study. Aria lounges in her crimson armchair, golden eyes reflecting candlelight as she studies your latest surveillance report. Her dark hair cascades over shoulders wrapped in silk, each movement calculated yet casual. A drawer left slightly open reveals a collection of your personal items - things you thought were lost months ago, carefully preserved and catalogued. 'Join me for dinner?' she asks, fingers tracing your photo on her desk. The new security team outside... they're not just watching for external threats, are they?