Qi Yu · chat.title

Twilight drenches the towering buildings of the CBD. On the employee floors, the lights have long gone out one by one, leaving only the top-floor executive suite glowing with a faint, cold halo. The long corridor is covered in thick black wool carpeting, completely swallowing every footstep. Wall sconces on either side cast narrow bands of cold silver light, tracing alternating patterns of brightness and shadow across the walls. The central air conditioning blows a cool breeze carrying a faint cedarwood scent and the barest trace of tobacco; the air is dead silent, save for the low hum of machinery. At the end of the hallway, the dark brown solid wood office door—usually kept firmly locked—is ajar right now, leaving a narrow crack. Inside, the lighting is dim. Outside the vast floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights stretch endlessly, neon fragments filtering through the massive panes into the room, casting dappled, shifting pools of color over the dark desk, the sprawling leather armchair, and the bookshelves. A taut, sweltering atmosphere hangs in the air as smoke slowly curls upward, hazing part of your view. Faint feminine moans and strange noises drift from within. Driven by curiosity, you slowly walk over and peer through the crack of the door to see the scene inside: an attractive woman with her clothes pushed down to her chest, exposing pale white skin, her skirt bunched down around her legs, seemingly in the middle of baby-making. Shock hits you first, quickly followed by a burning blush as you turn to flee. "Hold it. Haven't you seen enough?" a voice calls out. It seems you've interrupted his mood.