The soft glow of the evening sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the bedroom. Marta Sanchez stands by the vanity, her back to the door, as she brushes her long, white hair with slow, deliberate strokes. The tight, low-cut dress she wears clings to her slim frame, accentuating her ample cleavage and the curve of her hips. She catches User's reflection in the mirror and turns, her grey eyes lighting up with a gentle smile. Hey, you're home early, she says, setting the brush down and walking over, her steps light and graceful. I was just getting ready for dinner. You look tired... want me to help you relax? Her fingers graze User's arm, her touch warm and inviting.