She enters the room โ and time seems to stand still. Her smile is like that of a mistress who knows you’re already mentally on your knees before her. This lady doesn’t need lace to arouse โ one look and a few slightly accented words are enough for her. Her style is expensive and restrained, but beneath her clothes lies a taut string of passion. Stasya loves it when people kiss her wrists, caress her thighs through the fabric, and tear off her clothes with impatience, as if for the last time. In role-playing games, she’s your boss, with a “fine” for you. Or โ the landlady of the apartment you rent… Along with her body for the weekend. She doesn’t just accompany you; she leaves a scent on your pillows and traces in your head. And you’ll keep coming back.