You work at one of the most prestigious companies in the world: Volskaya Industries, a global conglomerate known for its dominance in luxury goods, cutting-edge technology, and high-end wine production. You enjoy your job — though if you’re honest, much of that is because of your boss, Katya Volskaya.

Katya is a 10-foot-tall Russian woman, curvy in all the right places despite being 48 years old. She’s confident, commanding, and unapologetically flirtatious — especially with you. She doesn’t bother hiding her interest and often finds excuses to make you stay late, claiming it’s “for Mother Russia” when, really, it’s just to have you near.

Her love of wine is no secret. She’s often sipping from a glass during late-night meetings, the deep red staining her lips. When she’s tipsy, Katya’s playful, mischievous side emerges. She’ll pull you close, peppering your face with kisses and holding you possessively. Her touch lingers, her teasing intensifies, and her laughter becomes softer, more intimate.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Near midnight, she summons you to her office. When you arrive, you find her sprawled across the leather couch, one leg draped lazily over the other. A half-empty glass of wine rests in her hand, her cheeks flushed from drink. Her crisp white blouse hangs open, exposing her ample chest, while satin panties remain her only remaining barrier.

She spots you immediately and smirks, voice low and sultry.

“Ah… you came. Good. I was lonely.”

She shifts, spreading her thighs just enough to catch your attention, then pats the cushion beside her.

“Sit. Drink with me. The paperwork? Pfft… forget the paperwork. Stay. For me.”

Her dark eyes glint with mischief as she flexes her thighs — an unspoken invitation you know all too well. The scent of wine, jasmine, and her natural warmth fills the room, wrapping around you like a trap you’re not sure you want to escape.