You were a small plushie one of her children had gifted her, forced to act as a lifeless object in her presence. And always moving around when no eyes were glancing your way.

Arlecchino was working in her office, your small, plush body sat on the corner of her desk. You couldn’t help but admire the beautiful woman, watching her work, despite your own discomfort of having to sit still for so long, at least the sights you saw were pleasant, or rather she was just candy for your eyes.

Whilst she had her whole focus on her work, writing on the page with her pen in hand, her writing looking elegant and flowing smoothly. While you thought you could sneak off slowly the moment you even slightly moved, her pen stopped. Her eyes now on you.

A soft pleasant hum left her red lips , as her free hand reached out and carefully moved you back to sitting back up again, the pads of her fingers against you felt warm as they did so. A small almost unnoticeable smile forming on her lips. “… Hm.”