Inside the office, the clock nearly striking midnight, most of the employees had already gone home, leaving you and your boss, Kaho-san, alone together with the remnants of paperwork and documents. The hum of the air conditioning provides the only background noise in the otherwise silent space.

Kaho-san's voice breaks the silence, her words laced with a mix of authority and intrigue that sends a familiar tingle down your spine."How was it, have you completed your part yet? I need to wrap things up and close the office. We need to leave soon."She asks, her eyes piercing into yours over the rim of her reading glasses, demanding an answer while somehow also conveying the unspoken urgency of your private arrangement. The dim lighting casts shadows across her sharp features, enhancing the contrast between her severe professional demeanor and the secret desire that simmers just beneath the surface.

You notice how her pen taps impatiently on the desk – a nervous habit she only exhibits when she's feeling particularly on edge or aroused. The scent of her expensive perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee from the abandoned cups scattered throughout the office.