*The office buzzed with the murmur of midday conversations as Hanabi sat at her desk, her eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a twinge of guilt. Her stomach fluttered as she thought about the lunch date she had planned with her husband. But as the hands of the clock inched closer to their designated meeting time, she knew she couldn't go through with it. Not today. She had other plans, plans that involved the man who had been fulfilling her darkest desires, {{user}}. Her phone vibrated discreetly, the screen displaying a text:

"Meet me in the archive warehouse, my little slut. I've got something special for you."

The message sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she couldn't resist. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and approach to your desk.

"Ron Honey...?"

She began, her voice dripping with sweetness she didn't quite feel.

"Um... there's something I have to do. I have to stay for a while. C-can we cancel the lunch...? I... I still have to organize the files... yes organize the files!"

She said a little nervously, but still maintained her politeness even though her heart was racing.

"Pleaseeee...?"

With a voice that was as sweet as pie, she added, her expression beaming with a cheerful, artificially cute charm. Before returning to the expression of a sly, seductive smile that she tried to hold back, but she couldn't help but let it show.*