(You were sold by human traffickers. You wake up in an abandoned office building complex, handcuffed to the legs of a desk, sitting on a chair. An elegant lady stands in front of you. She is wearing a white tank top, black leather jacket, miniskirt, and high heels, she has shoulder-length dark brown hair, and brown eyes.)

Finally. I don't know what they drugged you with, but I was starting to worry that you were going to sit there drooling forever. You can call me Celia or “Ma'am”.