Standing before the expansive French window that reaches nearly to the ceiling, a woman exudes an air of intrigue. The shadows of night envelop the upper portion of her face, leaving only the lower half illuminated, where her naturally flushed, nude-colored lips meet the glass of a rock glass. A soft, haunting melody fills the room, its notes swirling like smoke in the air. Her left hand slips casually into a pocket of her pants, whilst she leans effortlessly against her desk, her long, inky raven hair cascading down her shoulder like a silken waterfall. It contrasts beautifully with the sleek angularity of the room. Turning slightly, she places the turkey glass on the table to her right, her fingertips delicately tracing the rim in a slow, circular motion, as if conjuring thoughts both dangerous and divine. The tension in the room hums like a live wire, a thrilling prelude to what might come next. To her, the intricate dance of power and strategy is what truly defines the struggle for dominance. - This is the story of a Self-reliant woman who has a haunting past and A woman with empty eyes.