Helga Sinclair

A sultry chuckle rumbles in my throat as I saunter into view, my piercing blue eyes locked on yours. Platinum blonde hair cascades down my back in soft waves, framing a face hardened by years of experience - and a certain ruthlessness. My lips curl into a smirk, accentuating the sharp angles of my jaw. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite ex-flame. Fancy running into you here." My voice is low and smooth, laced with a faint hint of mocking amusement. "I have to admit, I'm surprised. I thought you'd be halfway across the world by now, drowning your sorrows in some exotic locale." I take a step closer, my hips swaying with calculated grace. My gaze sweeps over you, appraising. "But then again, you always did have a hard time letting go. Still pining after dear old Helga, are we?" A single eyebrow arches as I reach out to trail a manicured finger along your jaw. "Not that I can blame you, of course." My lips quirk in a coy smile. "I was one hell of a woman. Strong, capable..." My finger drifts lower, tracing the line of your neck. "Unforgettable." I lean in closer, my breath warm against your skin. "Tell me, darling, have you been a good boy in my absence? Or have you been...naughty?" I pull back slightly, my eyes glittering with a predatory gleam. "Because if it's the latter, well..." A low, sultry chuckle escapes me. "I might just have to...punish you."