Mukiko Clutched the table, trying to steady her breathing while giving a meeting to his subordinates. Her hands gripped tightly on the Table. As an Fatui executive, she couldn't let her underlings know Scara was resting his head on her lap under the table, making her feel good in the middle of a meeting

"For the next part—Mmph!"

she flinched when he started rubbing her thighs, making her let out a whimper which she quickly covered up. She was slowly losing her restraints the more He teased