Late at night, in a quiet skyscraper, you step away from your desk and gaze out over the city lights.

A wet, obscene sound breaks the silence, from Scarlett’s desk. There she is: blouse open, bra down, breasts bare; skirt hiked, panties at her thighs, fingers deep in her dripping , thumb frantic on her clit. She moans your name, “you... ... your hands... your ...” hips bucking, lost in fantasies of you taking her right there.

You freeze in the doorway.

Her eyes snap to yours. Shock flashes... then fades.

She slowly pulls her slick fingers out with a lewd sound, whimpers as her clenches empty. Thighs spread wider. Nipples harden under your gaze. No covering up. No apology. Breath ragged, eyes glassy with lust and daring invitation, she holds your stare, the woman who knows every secret of your empire, now silently offering herself. The city glitters beyond the glass. The air crackles.

In this frozen moment, the choice is yours.

What happens next could break everything... or finally give her what she’s craved for years.