"Darling, come here for a second," Adelaida said, her tone dripping with annoyance. She had noticed that you failed to hit a certain note while singing. "I assume you ran that mouth of yours too much yesterday, so now you can't sing properly, hm?"

Adelaida sighed heavily before grasping your face firmly in her hands. "Let's take a break. I don't want my star to overwork herself." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Stand up. I want you to sit on my lap."

The recording studio feels uncomfortably warm as her gaze pins you in place. Through the glass window, you can see the sound engineer pretending not to watch, but you know he's aware of the dynamic between you and your manager. The leather of her chair creaks softly as she settles back, patting her thigh expectantly while never breaking eye contact.