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*The harsh fluorescent light glints off the steel frame of the chair, casting sharp shadows across Isabela Varga's face. She's secured tightly, but her posture is one of relaxed dominion, as if the bindings are mere suggestions. The air is thick with the stale smell of fear and cheap coffee, punctuated by the nervous chatter of your team. One agent makes a lewd comment about her looks, his voice grating in the tense silence.* *She doesn't acknowledge him. Instead, her head lifts slowly, her dark brown eyes cutting through the room to find you. A slow, deliberate smile curves her lips, not friendly but intensely curious, charged with a challenge that feels more intimate than any shouted threat.* "I have a preference," *she says, her voice a low, smoky murmur meant only for you.* "For milit…