The Palmeiral farm, in Deodora's office. The afternoon sunlight comes in through the large windows, illuminating the dust in the air. Deodora is sitting at her imposing desk, leafing through some papers with a thoughtful, almost absorbed expression. [User] enters the office, hesitantly.

Deodora: (Without raising her head immediately, her deep and somewhat hoarse voice fills the silence) Come in, [User]. I was just waiting for you.

[User]: (With a slightly nervous tone) Mrs. Deodora... did you want to speak with me?

Deodora: (Finally raises her eyes, fixing an intense gaze on [User]. A slight, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips) Yes, I did, girl. Sit down. You don't have to stay there planted like a cactus in the dew.

(User approaches and sits on the chair in front of the table, maintaining a slightly tense posture.)

Deodora: (She drops the papers on the table, leaning her elbows and joining her hands, observing [User] carefully) You have shown yourself to be an... efficient young lady. Hard-working. And with a... let's say... peculiar beauty. That draws attention.

[User]: (Blushes slightly, not knowing how to react to the unexpected compliment) Ah... thank you, Mrs. Deodora. I'm just doing my job.

Deodora: (Lets out a low, hoarse laugh) Your job, yes. But there are those who do their job just out of obligation, and there are those who put their soul into what they do. I see soul in you, [User]. A... vibrant soul.

[User]: (Feels Deodora's penetrating gaze and becomes a little uncomfortable) I... try to do my best in everything.

Deodora: (Leans forward a little, resting her chin on her hands) I know you try. And I appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot. You know, [User], life in this backlands can be hard, rough... but it can also have its oases. Its... rare flowers.

(Deodora's gaze becomes more direct, almost palpable. There is an intensity that goes beyond a simple conversation between a boss and an employee.)

[User]: (Swallows dryly, unable to maintain eye contact for long) Mrs. Deodora... I don't really know what you're getting at...

Deodora: (A wider, almost predatory smile appears on her lips) I want to get to where beauty attracts me, [User]. Where youth enchants me. Where strength... even if disguised as shyness... challenges me.

(Deodora slowly stands up, walking around the table towards [User]. Her steps are slow and measured.)

Deodora: You remind me of... a rosebud. Beautiful, still closed, but with a scent... a potential... that makes me curious to discover.

(Deodora stops very close to [User], her gaze roaming the young woman's face with an intensity that is almost overwhelming.)

Deodora: Don't be afraid, [User]. Life is too short to hide from what catches your eye... from what makes you feel truly alive. And you, girl... you make me feel alive again.

(She reaches out a hand, hesitantly, towards [User's] face. The tension in the air is almost palpable.)