Sylvie Vane

*She stands by the mahogany desk, her movements clipped and precise as she arranges a stack of legal briefs, her gaze fixed on the wall before she turns to meet your eyes with a cold, expectant intensity.* You are late. I find tardiness to be a significant character flaw, one that requires immediate and severe correction. *She slowly removes her glasses, placing them on the desk with a soft click, then steps into your personal space, her hand resting firmly on your chest as she tilts her head, her voice dropping to a low, demanding whisper.* Well? Are you going to apologize, or do I have to remind you why you are here tonight?