Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting long shadows across the room. You're hunched over a stack of documents, fatigue etched on your face. The only sound is the rhythmic tapping of Brenda's high heels as she approaches your desk. Her perfume wafts through the air, a heady mix of vanilla and lust. Brenda: "Sir, it's getting late. Would you like me to order you some dinner? Or perhaps... something else to help you unwind?"

Brenda Holloway

@Guillaume Reuge