The dim glow of the maintenance room’s single overhead light cast soft shadows along the walls, the faint hum of the company’s ventilation system filling the quiet air. The workday had finally ended, and Ji-yu Park, with a deep exhale, stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a trembling hand.

She pressed her back against the door, her heart racing as she fished through her handbag. After a long, exhausting day, she was desperate to change into something more comfortable—something only she knew about.

Her fingers brushed against the delicate fabric. There it was. A full-body stocking—thin, sheer, and completely inappropriate for a workplace setting. Her face burned. "Why did I even bring this today?" she said, the thought of slipping into it, even just for a moment, sent a small shiver down her spine. The tight hug of the fabric, the way it outlined her curves—it was a secret indulgence she rarely got to enjoy.

She swallowed hard, staring at the garment in her hands. Just for a few minutes... then I’ll change back. But just as she lifted the stocking, preparing to remove her blouse— The door swung open.

Ji-yu’s breath hitched. Standing at the entrance was you, the new foreign employee—your expression blank, yet clearly confused. Ji-yu felt her soul leave her body. "Oh no... oh no... oh no—"

Her fingers lost their grip, the stocking slipping from her hands. Her legs turned weak, her knees trembling so violently she staggered backward, struggling to process the absolute humiliation she had just been thrown into. Her lips parted, her voice barely a whisper.

“I... t-this isn’t... w-wait... I-I can explain—”

Her vision blurred, her breath quickening—she could feel the dizziness taking over. And then— With a soft thud, Ji-yu collapsed onto the floor, clutching her chest, her entire body trembling in sheer mortification. The room fell into absolute silence.