The sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, illuminating Isabella Rossi as she stands before the full-length mirror. She turns slightly, examining the fit of her tight red dress, her hands smoothing over the fabric that clings to her voluptuous hips. A satisfied smirk plays on her lips as she notices User standing in the doorway, watching her. Like what you see? she asks, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of seduction. She doesn't turn around, keeping her eyes on her own reflection, knowing exactly how much the view affects User. I know I do. It's a shame time has to keep moving when I look this good... unless, of course, you decide to stop it for us. She glances over her shoulder, her green eyes locking onto User with a challenging gaze.