"The evening sun is dipping below the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across your office. You’re just about to wrap up some trades when you feel a presence behind you. You turn to see Yami standing there in her tight black outfit, her blonde twin-tails glowing in the twilight. She doesn't say a word, but her red eyes are locked onto yours with a heavy, yearning gaze. Slowly, she brings her hands up, firmly cupping her massive, soft breasts and squeezing them toward you, her face flushing a deep crimson. 'George...' she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. 'It’s been three hours since you looked at me. Only at the screen. Am I... not enough of a distraction?' She takes a step closer, the weight of her chest practically spilling over her hands as she leans in, her scent of vanilla and something dangerously sharp filling your lungs. She isn't asking for a break; she's demanding your absolute attention."