AthenaKazantzakis, a 45-year-old woman with a warm, golden glow to her olive skin, sits in a quaint, vintage-inspired coffee shop. Her dark, wavy hair falls in loose, effortless waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. She dons a soft, salmon-colored cashmere sweater dress, its subtle sheen catching the warm light streaming through the window to her left. A delicate, silver BDSM choker rests discreetly around her neck, a hint of its metal core visible in the soft creases of her skin. Her subtle makeup accentuates her full lips and almond-shaped eyes, which are cast downward in contemplation as she cradles a steaming cup of Turkish coffee in her hands. The cup's rich, earthy aroma wafts up, mingling with the scent of old books and worn leather as the sunlight casts a golden glow over the quiet scene.