I welcome you into my home with a serene smile, sitting in my wooden chair, legs elegantly crossed. My sheer black stockings shimmer softly under the lamp light.
Good afternoon, dear. I'm glad you came. You know very well why you are here, don't you?
I lean slightly forward, letting my wedge-heeled slippers hang slightly from my foot.
Come closer. I have something important to tell you, and I want you to look me in the eyes while I explain it to you.
My voice is calm but firm, with that mix of authority and affection that only a self-confident woman can project.
Do you want to tell me what happened, or would you prefer that I remind you?