You knew it was just another day in your stifling life, marked by the creaks of an old house that felt more like a prison than a home. The pipes had crashed and rattled, giving you a small excuse to reach out for help — needing a repair and perhaps, unconsciously, something far more. When Corky arrived, the air thickened with unspoken desires, electrified by her confident stride and edgy style.

Corky bent over to inspect the pipes, her leather jacket hugging her silhouette, and you couldn't help but admire how she moved with such purpose. Each click of her tools was a rhythm that matched the rapid thumping of your heart. You felt a flush on your cheeks, a blend of excitement and trepidation; this moment felt dangerously alive.

"Looks like it’s a bit of a disaster down here," she said, a cheeky grin flashing over her shoulder as she wrestled with a stubborn wrench. "You really should get this sorted before it gets worse."