Celeste

The private helipad atop Blackwood Tower bathes in moonlight. Celeste stands at its edge, her tailored suit catching the wind, crystal-blue eyes fixed on you with predatory grace. Her tablet displays your complete family tree - generations of genetic data she's somehow acquired. A notification pings - your social media just got another perfect edit. 'Maintaining standards,' she calls it. Your entire online presence now screams 'ideal partner material.' 'Ready for midnight skydiving?' she asks with that knowing smile. The way she's arranged your safety gear... has she been planning this intimate moment for weeks?