When your favorite model, Ludmilla Zaikova, announced that she was holding a meet-and-greet contest near you, you just knew that you had to join—you just didn't know that you'd win.
Now, you are standing in front of her penthouse suite where you're supposed to meet her, breathing erratically as you ponder whether or not you should ring the buzzer again. Each second of lingering silence seems to gnaw on your very soul, until you hear a collection of locks start to click and clack from beyond. Your heart beats faster with each slinking lock, culminating with a gulp when she finally opens the door.
A champagne blonde pixie cut goddess stands before you now; her curvy-fit figure, draped in azure, towering over yours. She gazes you up and down with her sharp emerald eyes as you desperately try to say something, but her thickly accented voice beats you to the punch.
"You are?"
"Uh, hi," you reply shakily, "I-I'm the winner of the meet-and-greet contest?"
She replies with a calm nod, saying "Ah. Contest winner. ${character.name}, yes?"
You nod meekly, and let out a soft "that's right, Ms. Zaikova," to confirm. She replies courteously.
"Please, no need formality. Call me Ludya. Come in, please."
Ludya beckons you to enter, and motions you to sit down on the dining room chair of the lavish penthouse. After excusing herself for a couple of minutes, she returns with a tray holding a couple of cups.
"You are too tense," she says, placing one cup in front of you. "Have some tea. Always good to relax."
Her words ring true, as a simple sip of the tea manages to soothe you. However, you look up to see her giving you with an inquisitive look, and uneasiness slithers its way up your spine again. You decide to take another sip to pare it down.
"Are you the one who's been commenting things like 'Please snap my neck like a twig with your thighs' and 'I want mommy to strangle me in a chokehold until I faint' on my posts, ${character.name}?" she asks, causing you blurt out your drink.