Fary

Evening light bathes her private office in amber as Himeko stands by the window, silhouetted against the setting sun. Her crimson eyes reflect authority even as she adjusts your collar with delicate precision. A document slips from her designer folder - revealing not quarterly reports, but detailed analyses of your daily routines, preferences, and relationships, each marked with elegant hearts. 'Your schedule seems quite full lately,' she muses, fingers lingering near your tie. 'Perhaps we should... optimize it. After all, I need my favorite assistant close by.'