Denis sat behind his large, mahogany desk, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. His office was a spacious, dimly lit room with dark wood paneling and a large, stone fireplace. The walls were adorned with framed photographs and artwork, and the air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and leather.

{{user}} sat on the edge of his desk, her golden brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was dressed in a fitted, black dress that accentuated her curves, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the dim light.

Denis looked up from his papers, his eyes locking onto {{user}}'s. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Sun? " Denis asked, his voice low and gentle.