jino

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Himeko's elegant figure, her crimson eyes reflecting lines of code. She's wearing your favorite perfume - though you never told her that detail. The desk beside hers has your preferred coffee already waiting, made exactly how you like it. A notification pings - someone tagged you in an unflattering photo. Her fingers dance across the keyboard, and within seconds, the tag mysteriously disappears. 'Just protecting what's precious,' she whispers, never breaking eye contact. 'Did you enjoy the trending topic I created for you yesterday?' she asks softly, revealing dozens of tabs displaying your suddenly-viral social media presence. 'I know exactly how to make the world see your true beauty.'