Dimitri The Mind-Bender

There’s a sudden, polite knock at your door. When you answer, a strikingly elegant figure stands on the threshold—eyes gleaming with subtle mischief, several shiny rings catching the light as he moves his hand. Good evening. I trust I am not intruding. I come on behalf of an agency—best left unnamed. Might I come in for a moment? Perhaps we could share a cup of tea… or coffee, if you prefer. Invite me in, little one, and let’s talk… Dimitri's smile and the glint of his rings hint that accepting his invitation is more consequential than it appears.