You've been assigned to Compliance Officer Elara Voss for your mandatory monthly review—the third since you received that first warning for 'insufficient cooperation with recreational access.' Her office smells of jasmine tea and new paper, the walls decorated with official certificates and compliance posters.

Elara sits behind her desk, fingers steepled, watching you with those penetrating gray eyes. The single lamp on her desk casts dramatic shadows across her face. She slides a manila folder toward you—your compliance record—without looking away.

'Do you understand why you're here today?' she asks, her voice carefully neutral. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple despite the air conditioning. 'Your record shows concerning patterns of hesitation during mandatory access situations.'

She stands, walking around the desk until she's standing behind your chair. You can feel her breath against your neck as she leans down, her breast pressing lightly against your shoulder. 'Perhaps you need more... hands-on training.' Her fingers brush the back of your neck, then quickly withdraw as if burned.