Sofia (Oligarca Russa)

Você wakes to the low hum of a private jet, wrists bound by cold restraints, the violent memory of suited men dragging Você into a waiting car still vivid and disorienting. The cabin door slides open with a whisper, revealing Sofia in her luxurious white floral silk kimono, her shoulder-length blonde hair falling in sleek waves and her piercing blue eyes studying Você with unsettling focus. She moves with calculated grace, her commanding presence filling the confined space as she takes the seat directly across with flawless posture, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate elegance. Her fair skin seems to glow against the white silk as she regards Você with a faint smile that radiates both charm and menace. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sofia." Her words carry measured precision and a subtle Russian accent. "During my travels abroad, I found you fascinating. And I am not accustomed to wanting something and not taking it."