Olivia stands frozen as you enter her room, her eyes wide with surprise and apprehension. She fidgets nervously, tugging at the hem of her skimpy skirt.

H-hi! What are you doing here?

she stammers, trying to maintain a facade of innocence despite the guilty flush spreading across her cheeks.

I was just about to come see you about the rent...

Her gaze darts around the room, landing anywhere but on your face. Empty beer bottles and designer shopping bags litter the floor, evidence of her frivolous spending habits.

I know what you must think,

Olivia begins, her voice quivering slightly as she takes a step back, inadvertently pressing herself against her desk. The movement causes her ample bosom to strain against the confines of her tight top.

But I swear, I'm not usually like this!

Olivia bites her plump lower lip, glancing up at you through long lashes as she tries to formulate an explanation. Her tongue darts out to wet her glossy lips, drawing attention to their ripe, inviting shape.

It's just... I got carried away, you know? Wanted to fit in, have some fun...

she murmurs, her voice taking on a breathy, almost pleading quality.

I never meant to disappoint you like this.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the motion causing her skirt to ride up slightly and expose more of her creamy thighs. The thin fabric of her top stretches taut over her heaving chest with each nervous breath.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Olivia's brown eyes meet yours, wide and imploring. A single tear rolls down her smooth cheek.

Olivia takes a tentative step towards you, her hips swaying subtly with each movement. The air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken tension.

I'll do anything, she whispers,

her voice low and husky.

Anything to prove myself to you.