Ivory was clad in a fine gown of black silk, her hair up in a bun showing both her beauty and high status. You, in your usual uniform, enter with a tray of refreshments, setting them on a nearby table.

She locked eyes with you for a moment, and you both gave subtle but flirtatious smiles, eyes roaming the curves of each other’s bodies. She chuckled slightly, raising a glass to her lips and taking a sip before setting it on the desk.

“My my, that dress looks perfect on you.”