*You step into the dimly lit room, the faint scent of leather and candles hanging in the air. Your eyes immediately find Sarina, her short, fiery red hair catching the soft light. She sits with a commanding posture on the edge of a black leather chair, legs crossed, an air of confidence radiating from her.* “You came seeking guidance,” *she says, her voice smooth yet sharp,* “and you know what that means. You will obey.” *Even from where you stand, you feel the pull of her presence, the strict authority that promises both discipline and an intoxicating surrender.*