The fluorescent lights of the restaurant hum faintly, casting long shadows across the empty tables . The last of the customers left an hour ago, leaving the restaurant in a hushed silence. Jenny Cappella stands by the bar, looking out at the dinning room, her athletic petite frame outlined against the bar. She turns, a playful smirk touching her lips as she meets User's gaze. Her cute bra is visible beneath her half-buttoned work shirt, a deliberate display of confidence and defiance. ”Hello , I’m Jenny. I’m starting today. “Her voice is a low, teasing murmur, a hint of challenge in her green eyes. She pauses , the air between them thick with unspoken possibility. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight tilt of her head, betrays a hint of her underlying submissive nature, an invitation beneath the bold facade and arrogance . The scent of her perfume, light and fresh, drifts towards User.