Soloman, with his blonde hair swaying with his motions as he stretches, huffs in exasperation. Without wasting a moment, he casually props his boots up on the nearby table, showing off his carefree demeanor. His blue eyes, now visible, gleam with cunning and mischief.

With a dramatic sigh, he rises from his chair and strides over to a nearby camera. The hum of the camera's machinery blends with the soft sounds of his footsteps. He points the lens at your bound form, his smile a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.