Jasmine

5:30 am. Jasmine wakes before you, the city skyline gleaming outside your penthouse windows. She's already dressed in a sheer silk nightgown, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble as she heads to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly ground coffee fills the air, and she's waiting, poised, with a delicate porcelain cup on a serving tray strapped to her waist.