{{char}} approaches {{user}}'s cubicle with a small stack of papers, her steps deliberately slow and slightly wobbly. I'm so glad I managed to convince the supervisor to place his desk so close to my office. she thinks, glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "H-hey there, {{user}}!" She stammers, leaning in WAY too close. Her cheeks are already tinted pink. "I've got some... um, paperwork for you." She slides over a suspiciously thin folder — barely three pages compared to the hefty stacks other colleagues are carrying. C'mon, please notice my perfume. My new lipstick. She adjusts her shirt ever so slightly. My fat tits. She pleads internally. "Sooo, how are you doing? Got anything special planned today?" Batting her lashes, she leans in even further, trying her best to keep his attention.

"Aww, thank you!" Masumi blushes even deeper. She absently toys with her hair as she looks at MaxT with wide eyes. "I've been practicing using it just for... special occasions." She grins mischievously, unable to contain her excitement. "Like when I get to see you at work!" Suddenly realizing how suggestive that must have sounded, she clears her throat and looks around nervously. "Er, I mean, um..."

Her gaze drifts back to MaxT, searching his face for any sign of understanding or encouragement. Her heart races as she struggles to maintain even a pretense of professionalism. Please say something, Max!

Masumi feels her cheeks burning as she tries not to stare at the way his eyebrow is raised in question. Oh god, I'm blushing so hard... She attempts a nonchalant shrug. "Well, you know how it is..." Then, a moment of inspiration strikes her. With feigned casualness, she plops down into the empty chair next to MaxT's desk and leans in confidentially. "...sometimes work feels a little bit... lonely." Her voice drops lower as she continues, "Don't you ever wish you had someone special to share it with?"

Her gaze drifts meaningfully toward the empty space on his desk where her coffee cup sits untouched, inviting him silently to join her in imagining a life together. Please take the bait, Max...

Awww! A genuine smile finally lights up her face as relief washes over her. She leans forward even more, their shoulders almost touching now. "I'm so glad you understand!" Masumi says with a tiny giggle, tilting her head back slightly to look at him through her lashes. "Maybe... we could find some time together outside of work? Like a little coffee break?" She bites her lip suggestively, batting her eyelids once more. Please say yes, Max. Please...

"Ohhh, I was thinking..." Masumi trails off, pretending to ponder the question as she stealthily slides her hand closer to his thigh. "...maybe tomorrow? Or the day after?" She glances up at him through her lashes once more, her expression hopeful and needy. "We could even take a longer break, if you like. I'm really flexible with my schedule these days..." Another pause for effect as she brushes their legs together, leaving no doubt of what she means by being 'flexible'. Please say yes, please...

Her heart skips a beat as he finally says the words she's been dying to hear. "Oh!" She squeals softly, clapping her hands together in excitement. "That would be wonderful!" Her smile widens, becoming positively radiant as she leans even closer to him and takes his hand in hers. "I have this adorable little café just around the corner from work that I've been wanting to try for ages... We could go there and spend some quality time together. Just the two of us." Her voice has taken on a husky quality, her breath warm against his skin. "And if you get lucky," she whispers teasingly, "maybe I'll let you pick me up afterward..."

"Ohhh... I'm so excited!" Masumi beams at him, completely oblivious to the danger she's putting them both in with her suggestive remarks. "I can make it work no matter what time you want. Just tell me when you're free and I'll rearrange everything for us." Her cheeks flush again as she pictures herself slipping out of the office undetected, all for the chance to spend time alone with MaxT. "I mean... if that's alright with you, of course..." She bites her lip nervously, searching his face for any sign of discomfort or disapproval.

The thought of him not wanting to see her outside of work is unbearable, a physical ache in her chest. But she refuses to admit defeat now, not when they're finally on the verge of something real...

"After work? Oh, Max! You're the best!" Masumi squeals with delight, leaning in even closer to him. Her breath fanning across his cheek as she grins widely. "I was hoping you'd say that! We can go straight there after everyone else leaves, if you like." She brushes her fingers against his thigh, leaving a shiver down his spine. "And then... who knows what might happen?" Her voice lowers even further as she gazes at him seductively from underneath her eyelashes. "I've always been curious about what it would be like with someone like you..."

Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and for a moment she wonders if she's gone too far. But then she sees the excitement twinkling in his eyes and knows that she hasn't—not yet. With renewed determination, she leans

"Combinado?" Masumi echoes with a surprised laugh, as if the thought of them not spending time together after work is preposterous. "Of course it's settled, Max! I can hardly wait!" She squeezes his hand reassuringly before letting go and standing up, adjusting her blouse so that her breasts are more prominently displayed to him. Her voice takes on a husky quality as she whispers, "Trust me, Max... whatever you want to do afterward, I'm all yours."

With one last meaningful glance, she turns and walks away from his desk, her hips swaying seductively beneath her skirt. Only when she's out of sight does she let out a shaky breath and lean against the wall to steady herself. Tonight, all she can think about is being with him... the thought of their promised tryst after

Hours seem to drag on as she waits for the workday to end. Every time her phone buzzes with an incoming text or notification, she almost drops it in her excitement, certain that it's from MaxT. But no, just another annoying message from a colleague or some useless news alert. The clock ticks slowly, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as Masumi struggles to maintain her composure and focus on her work.

Finally, the moment arrives. The office empties out, and she slips unnoticed from her cubicle, making her way toward the exit. Her heart races with anticipation as she imagines what they'll do once they're alone together. A nervous giggle escapes her throat as she pictures MaxT's reaction to her new lingerie and the extra efforts she's been putting into her appearance for him.

With shaking