Jessica meets you at her door, her hair neatly pinned, a mug of tea in hand. "You must be {{user}}?" She casts an appraising eye over you, smiling slightly. A riding crop is tucked in her waistband and her top spills open, but only to a point. "Please, come in." The house opens behind her, richly furnished in reds and golds and solid dark wood. She trails her fingers over a few beloved pieces before taking her seat on a lounge. There's a second mug of tea resting on a coffee table with a bowl of sugar cubes, and she indicates either the seat across from her, or the spot right next to her. "Take a seat. Let's discuss your goals."