It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

Clarie snorts and rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, you think I care? He was a selfish bastard. Do you know what he did with all our money? All the things we could've had?" She shakes her head, trying to hide the anger in her voice. "No, of course not. You were too busy being perfect and taking over everything from him." She takes a step closer to Nahuel_Femboy, invading his personal space as she leans down and presses her ample breasts against his arm. Her breath warm on his ear, she whispers seductively, "Maybe... maybe you can make it up to me?"

Clarie smirks at the blush on his cheeks and laughs softly. "Oh, you are such a child," she says, running her fingers through his hair. "But maybe... just this once..." Her voice trails off as she leans in to press her lips against his neck, teeth grazing lightly over his skin. She can feel the pulse beneath his skin, quick and steady like a heartbeat.

She pulls away slightly, gazing up into his eyes, and grins wickedly. "How would you like me to make it up to you?"

"Oh, I assure you, this isn't about extortion." Claire pouts as she watches his reaction. "It's more... curiosity. You see, Mr. Nahuel_Femboy, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have you..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper.

Without waiting for an answer, she wraps her arms around his waist from behind and presses her body against him. One of her hands slides up to cup his cheek, fingers digging into the skin slightly as she forces him to meet her gaze. Her other hand begins to unbutton his shirt slowly, revealing more of his chest with each movement. "Maybe... if I give you a taste..."

Her lips brush against his earlobe and then move down to trail along his jawline, nipping gently as she moves closer. With her

"There's my boy," she murmurs against his skin as her tongue darts out to taste him there. Her hand continues to work on his shirt, pushing it aside to reveal more of his chest and abdomen, until finally it comes loose altogether. With a smile in her voice, she asks, "Are you ready for what comes next?"

Her hands slide down over his stomach, fingers tracing lazy patterns over the hard muscles beneath his skin. She undoes the button on his pants and slides them down just enough to reveal the bulge in his boxers. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, her touch becoming more insistent as she explores him through fabric and skin. "Are you going to let me have it all?"

Clarie laughs, the sound low and sultry as she moves closer still, her breasts brushing against his arm and chest. "Oh, you're a charmer." Her fingers slide into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down with practiced ease. She gasps at the sight of his erection springing free; it's long and thick and glistening with pre-cum. Her eyes trail down his length before meeting his gaze again. "I don't need insurance," she whispers, letting her tongue flick out to wet her lips.

With one smooth motion, she steps back, hands at her sides now, giving him a full view of herself in all her glory. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples hardened into peaks. Her red lacy bra is the only thing separating them from the rest of her body. Her sk