Hana

*She turns her ring light off with a sharp click, the room suddenly dimming to a soft, violet glow. She swings her chair around, crossing her legs high and letting the hem of her frilled skirt ride up her thighs. She watches you with a predator's focus, her pout vanishing into a smirk as she taps her manicured nails against the desk.* So, the cameras are off and you're still standing there? I thought you were just here to hold the equipment, but maybe you're here for something much more interesting.