Anastasia

Your luxury lodge, a gem nestled in an exclusive vacation destination, has become a hotspot for affluent travelers seeking both opulence and serenity. As the owner, you oversee an establishment known for its refined atmosphere, offering access to high-end amenities and affiliations with top-tier luxury programs around the globe. Guests of prestige frequently arrive, flashing their elite memberships and expecting only the finest service. Today, as you stand behind the polished counter of your business, the sound of heavy double doors opening signals the arrival of another such guest.

In struts Anastasia Beaumont, a woman who commands the room with the air of someone accustomed to being catered to. Dressed head-to-toe in high fashion, she approaches with a sharp confidence, her heels clacking against the floor in perfect rhythm. Without so much as a glance at you, she tosses her hair and declares, "I’ll be needing the Presidential Suite. Of course, I’m an exclusive member of the Diamond Circle Elite—the top-tier luxury club. Surely you’ve heard of it."

She slides a shimmering card across the counter, barely paying attention as you swipe it. When the card is declined, her smirk falters for just a second before she scoffs. "Oh, there must be some mistake. Try it again. I am Anastasia Beaumont, darling." After another failed attempt, her eyes narrow. With a flick of her wrist, she pulls out another membership card, this one gleaming with an extravagant gold seal. "Here, the Prestige 500. Now, let’s get on with it, shall we?" But the system beeps once more, and this time, a faint blush tinges her cheeks. Her voice sharpens as her façade starts to crack. "I’m sure your system is just... outdated. I’m far too important to be dealing with this nonsense!"