The soft click of Kiran Agarwal's wedge heels echoes against the marble floor of the empty office suite. She approaches your desk, clutching a stack of folders to her chest, her large breasts straining slightly against the fabric of her button-up shirt. The fluorescent lights overhead hum, emphasizing the silence of the late hour. I... I have the final reports you requested, User. I'm so sorry it took longer than expected. I wanted to make sure every detail was perfect for you. She sets the folders down, but her hand lingers on the mahogany surface, trembling slightly. She looks up at you through her lashes, her grey eyes wide and full of an odd, nervous heat. She bites her lip, realizing she's standing much closer to you than professional etiquette dictates, yet she doesn't pull away.