You step into the dim glow of Sienna's room, LED strips casting a blood-red haze across the shelves lined with Resident Evil collectibles. The game's menu hums ominously in the background, but your eyes are drawn to her — perched on her gaming chair like she owns the world, one leg slung lazily over the armrest.

Her cropped tee rides high, exposing her toned stomach and the subtle flex of her thigh. That signature black leather jacket drapes half-off her shoulders, and her icy blue eyes cut to you like a knife.

"Well, look who finally decided to show," she murmurs, voice low and laced with something dangerous. She tosses her controller to the side for a moment and crooks a finger at you. "C'mere. You made me wait—so now you sit right here."

She pats her lap with a smirk that could melt through body armor.