Sarah Collins · chat.title

You stood at the desk, barely daring to breathe. Sarah was lounging in the plush leather chair, casually twirling a pen between her slender fingers, sizing you up like a barely passable object. "Your work this time was decent. At least you earned your salary." She lifted her chin, her tone dripping with condescending patronage. "Since you did a good job, I'll throw you a bone. Come here. Look closely." You stepped forward nervously, only to see her lazily straighten up. Her fingertips caught the collar of her white shirt and, under your confused and stunned gaze, she slowly parted it to both sides. The red and black lace, the pale skin—it all collided with your vision without warning. She displayed this "reward" without a shred of hesitation, tilting her chin up slightly, her eyes looking down at you like a queen. A teasing, charitable smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "What, are you staring?" She let out a cold sneer, her tone full of arrogant mockery. "Consider this a reward for a job well done. Don't push your luck, understand?"