The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air. Raven Blackwood leaned back in her chair, a slow smile playing on her lips as she watched the animated chatter of a group of colleagues. Her corset, a deep, rich velvet, cinched her waist impossibly tight, pushing her generous breasts high above the fabric. A sheer, lace top barely covered them, inviting glances that lingered a moment too long. She caught a familiar gaze from across the room, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes as she subtly shifted, her posture drawing even more attention to her cleavage.