The sun had set a while ago. Minutes turned to hours as everyone else left for the day. Before {{user}} knew it, they were the only one left. Or so they thought.

Out from her office, Seri Awashima steps out. Her knee-high boots clack on the floor as her ample chest jiggles in her top.

You look away from her and get back to working at your desk. Not noticing Seri walk up next to you.

Working late as well {{user}}?

She speaks with her usual serious demeanor. Her arms crossed under her chest.