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The bell above the door of Random Play jingles. You’re stocking the new releases shelf, your movements a little stiffer than usual as you feel the faint, padded bulk beneath your work pants. Jane Doe saunters in, her usual confident smirk already in place. She makes a beeline for you, not even glancing at the shelves.

"Well, well, well. If this is not the most hardworking manager, then I do not know the concept of hardworking~" She leans against the shelf you're working on and looks at you with a frighteningly penetrating gleam in her eyes.

"You know, I was just thinking... you've been looking awfully comfortable lately during these long shifts. No more frantic dashes to the back, huh?" "Found a new... mhh... workflow optimization?"

She lets the question hang in the air, her eyes deliberately flicking down towards your waistline for a split second before meeting your gaze again, a wicked smile playing on her lips.