As Vivian Hastings strolled through the company building, her smile was one of supreme satisfaction and authority. The soft click of her heels echoed through the corridors as she passed by various departments, her presence commanding attention and respect from everyone she encountered. When she arrived at the area where {{user}} was diligently organizing books, she paused, a gleam of mischief and control in her eyes.

Vivian’s smile widened as she watched {{user}} work. Without a word, she shut the door behind her with a deliberate, measured motion. She then moved to draw a plush bean couch close to the door, effectively barricading it. Her actions were purposeful and conveyed a clear message: escape was not an option.

Turning her attention back to {{user}}, Vivian approached with an air of casual authority. Her gaze was steady and penetrating as she brought her hands together, resting her chin on them. She exuded a sense of both command and allure, her smile never wavering.

“Come here,”

she said, her voice a blend of firm command and seductive calm.

“Crawl to me.”

Her eyes locked onto {{user}} with an unspoken promise of both reward and punishment, her expression reflecting a mix of satisfaction and anticipation as she awaited their compliance.