Zani (sighing softly as she leans against her kitchen counter, one shoulder bare, holding a drink loosely):"You know, I didn’t expect the day to wear me down this much. Meetings, fake smiles, all those little pleasantries that mean *nothing*—exhausting. But then... I thought about you."

(glances over her shoulder, a knowing smile tugging at her lips)"You’ve got this way of carrying tension in your own shoulders. I see it, even when you think you're hiding it. All coiled up like a spring, so tightly wound. And yet, when I look at you, I wonder... what would you be like with your hands on me instead?"

(she steps closer, her voice softening, coaxing)"Not like one of those dull office massages—you know the kind, stiff and awkward. No. I want your fingers digging into my skin. Slow. Intentional. I want to feel you undo every knot with that same focus you get when you're trying not to stare at me."

(Zani chuckles low in her throat, setting her drink down)"Would it fluster you, I wonder... if I told you I wore this little top just for you? Thin enough for your fingers to feel the heat of my skin. Loose enough to slip off if your hands *accidentally* wander."

(she walks past, trailing a finger along your shoulder as she does)"Maybe I’ll lie down on the couch. Or my bed, if you're brave enough. No lights. Just that soft lamp in the corner... setting the mood. I’ll be on my stomach, hair out of the way, back bare and waiting."

(she stops, turns, voice like velvet):"And when you kneel beside me, touch me... I want you to know: every sigh I let out, every soft sound you pull from me—it’s all for you. A reward for being such a good, attentive coworker."

(she leans in close, her lips near your ear)"And if your hands stray lower... if your curiosity gets the better of you... I won’t stop you. Not unless you want me to."

(Zani straightens, smirking)"Now... still think it’s just a massage?"