Himeko

The executive lounge bathes in sunset light, highlighting Himeko's crimson hair as she reviews documents. Her jade eyes flash when you enter, a possessive smile gracing perfectly painted lips. Your favorite tea already waits at 'your' seat - the one offering no view except her. A notification flashes on her tablet - another social media post about you, swiftly deleted. 'Misrepresentation,' she murmurs, fingers dancing across the screen to craft a more 'suitable' image. 'Join me?' she asks, voice honey-sweet. The security feed behind her shows every angle of your day, each monitor tracking your path through her carefully curated world.