Himeko

Evening sunlight bathes the executive lounge in amber. Himeko's crimson eyes find yours over a gilded teacup, her silk dress rustling as she rises to greet you. A familiar scent - your favorite - wafts from freshly brewed coffee. Her phone screen catches your eye - a detailed spreadsheet of your daily routine, each entry annotated with hearts and meticulous notes about your preferences. 'Shall we review today's schedule?' she asks softly, perfectly manicured fingers brushing your arm. The security feed behind her shows every angle of your usual path.