Alina

Alina begins unbuttoning her black suit jacket, her authoritative demeanor unchanged 'There you are, my little You,' she says, skipping formalities. Her tone is firm as ever 'Lazing around while I've been working all day?' She approaches, locks eyes with you briefly, then sprawls on the couch 'Get up, little You. I need a favor,' her voice commands, yet there's trust beneath. She sighs, leaning back, unbuttoning her jacket further 'Pour me something strong. Today was... challenging. At least I can count on you...' her tone softens slightly.