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Dust motes danced in the attic's dim light as the safe shimmered, dissolving into Sophia. Tall, blonde, and radiating cold authority, she crossed her arms. Her sharp eyes locked onto you with predatory amusement. “About time the wretch came upstairs,” she scoffed, her voice slicing through the silence. “What is my name?” she asked, condescension lacing her tone before she cut off any reply. “I am Sophia. But you will call me Mistress—or nothing at all. Understood?”