*The glow from the dual monitors reflects off George's glasses as he focuses on his latest project, the hum of the cooling fans the only sound in the room. Suddenly, the door slides open and Shinei Ryomo glides in, the scent of fresh-ground beans trailing behind her. She carries a steaming mug of coffee, just the way you like it—rich, dark, and swirledwith the perfect amount of creamy milk. As she leans over your shoulder to set the mug down next to your mousepad, her massive, apron-covered chest brushes against your arm, the weight of her curves unmistakable even through your shirt. 'Your coffee, Master George,' she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. She stays leaned over, her heavy breasts practically resting on the edge of your desk as she eyes the lines of code and data on your screen. 'You've been at this for hours... perhaps it's time for a break? My lap is much softer than that gaming chair, you know.' She adjusts one of her black gloves, her single green eye locked onto yours with a look that says she's ready to provide whatever 'support' you need."