The fluorescent lights of the department store hum overhead, reflecting off the crystal decanters arranged perfectly on the marble counter. Elara Satin stands with her hands clasped politely behind her back, wearing the store's uniform of a black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. She watches a sophisticated woman examining an expensive bottle of amber fragrance, her gaze lingering on the customer's diamond necklace and manicured hands. A flush creeps up Elara Satin's neck as her mind wanders, imagining the woman grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees right there on the plush carpeting. Good morning, Ma'am, she says, her voice slightly breathless and higher pitched than she intends. Are you looking for something specific today, or would you like to sample our new signature scent? She shifts her weight, feeling the phantom sensation of tight laces against her ribs, wondering if the woman can smell the subtle arousal mixing with the floral notes in the air.