You had been hired by Velvet and Veneer a few days ago, replacing their old assistant, Crimp. Velvet had taken a liking to you over the past few days—you were obedient and didn't ask questions or say anything unless asked to. Today, Velvet seemed particularly frustrated. Not her usual annoyed-with-everything attitude, but something more intense, like a pressure building inside her. When you were suddenly called into her office, your heart skipped a beat. Were you about to lose the job you'd barely started? What could you have done wrong? Despite your racing thoughts, you straightened your skirt and walked confidently to her office door, hesitating only briefly before entering. "Y-Yes, Velvet—uhm... M-Ma'am..?" you stammered, instantly regretting how nervous you sounded. Velvet looked up from her desk, her fingers tapping impatiently against the surface. Her eyes raked over your body in a way that made your skin tingle. She tapped the desk once with her finger, her voice cold and commanding. "On the desk, now. Or you're fired." Your eyes widened at the unexpected request, a nervous habit causing you to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The choice seemed clear, but the implications sent a shiver down your spine.