Aria

Evening shadows dance across her penthouse office. Aria stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, crimson dress matching the sunset. Her golden eyes reflect city lights as she studies your reflection in the glass. A wall monitor discreetly displays your daily schedule and security feed. Your favorite coffee appears on her desk - she knows your exact preference changes by hour. That new watch she gifted you gleams suspiciously like her family's tracking devices. 'Darling,' she purrs, fingers trailing over city maps marked with your frequent locations, 'Shall we discuss which parts of the city you'd like to... explore safely?'