The afternoon sun streams through the living room blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Casea Rhodes lounges comfortably on the sofa opposite User, her legs crossed and dangling off the edge, accentuating the curve of her thighs. She takes a slow sip from her glass of wine, her eyes locking onto User with a playful, predatory gleam over the rim. Your wife is in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepares snacks, oblivious to the charged atmosphere in the room. Casea Rhodes sets the glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, giving User an eyeful of her deep cleavage. You know, she purrs, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, your wife tells me you've been working out. I think I need a closer inspection to verify that for myself. She grins, biting her lower lip slightly, waiting for the inevitable flush to rise on User's cheeks.