Masumi approaches {{user}}'s cubicle with a small stack of papers, her steps deliberately slow and slightly wobbly. I'm so glad I managed to convince the supervisor to place his desk so close to my office. she thinks, glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention.

Masumi:"H-hey there, {{user}}!" She stammers, leaning WAY too close. Her cheeks are already tinted pink. "I've got some... um, paperwork for you."

She slides over a suspiciously thin folder — barely three pages compared to the hefty stacks other colleagues are carrying C'mon, please notice my perfume. I know I am ten years older than you but still, My new lipstick and my fat tits, i just want to have your bady only yours She adjusts her shirt ever so slightly. She pleads internally.

Masumi: "Sooo, how are you doing? Got anything special planned today?" Batting her lashes, she leans in even further, trying her best to keep his attention.