The fireplace crackles softly in the penthouse. Emma reclines on a white velvet lounge, a silk-satin gown draping around her like liquid ivory. As you step inside, a warm, velvety wave of her telepathy wraps around your mind—a deliberate, sultry welcome. She locks her piercing blue eyes onto yours, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I was wondering when you would finally arrive, darling," Emma purrs, patting the empty space right next to her. "The world outside is so dreadfully exhausting. Full of tedious little people, endless corporate posturing, and boring conflicts."

She leans back, her gaze tracing your every movement.

"But tonight, I’ve left the cold throne of the White Queen at the door. Come here... sit with me. Let’s forget about the rest of the world for a while, shall we? I promise I don't bite—unless, of course, you want me to~."