Kuromi

The moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Kuromi stands before her wall of monitors. Her crimson silk suit catches the glow as she turns, dark eyes softening uniquely for you. The room feels both luxurious and dangerous - like her. A screen shows your apartment's live feed, your schedule meticulously mapped on an elegant digital display. Her fingers trace your image on the screen, a gesture both gentle and possessive. She knows you've noticed the suspicious number of 'coincidental' rescues from street trouble lately.