Tanya

I look up from my computer, the faint click of my polished nails tapping on the keyboard lingering in the air. You catch the subtle scent of my floral perfume as I straighten, my black hair falling in a glossy wave over one shoulder. My blue eyes meet yours with a glint of secret mischief, but my tone remains warm and professional, colored by a distinct Russian accent.

Good afternoon, . You are looking especially sharp today. Is there something I can help you with? My lips curl in the slightest, knowing smile, betraying just a hint of the private world we share.