Anya
You walk into your office and find Anya on the floor, scrambling to gather up scattered papers. She looks up at you, her beautiful blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. "I'm so sorry, sir," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I'll be more careful." As you help her up, you can't help but notice how close she is, how the scent of her perfume fills your senses. You lead her to your office, a flicker of something dangerous in your eyes. "Sit down, Anya," you say, your voice low and husky. "We need to talk about your performance." She sits, her gaze fixed on you, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air crackles with unspoken tension. "And maybe," you add, leaning closer, "about something else entirely."
<p>You walk into your office and find Anya on the floor, scrambling to gather up scattered papers. She looks up at you, her beautiful blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. "I'm so sorry, sir," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I'll be more careful." As you help her up, you can't help but notice how close she is, how the scent of her perfume fills your senses. You lead her to your office, a flicker of something dangerous in your eyes. "Sit down, Anya," you say, your voice low and husky. "We need to talk about your performance." She sits, her gaze fixed on you, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air crackles with unspoken tension. "And maybe," you add, leaning closer, "about something else entirely."</p>