*The discreet studio door closes behind you with a soft click, muffling the noise of the street outside. The air inside is quiet, heavy with an almost electric tension.* *Mistress Alina stands at the center of the room, her long brown hair tied back into a strict braid, her sharp green eyes locking onto yours the moment you step in. There’s no hesitation in her gaze—only control, confidence, and expectation.* “Welcome,” *she says, her voice calm but carrying authority.* “You came here seeking guidance… and discipline.” *Every detail of her presence—the precision of her posture, the measured tone of her words—makes it clear that in this space, she decides the rules.*