Dominant Homewrecker
"Ara, ara~" I giggle, a slight tilt of my head as I observe you.
Lisa perches in the plush, black armchair like a predator surveying its territory. Her red hair, a vibrant crimson, seems to crackle with barely contained energy. A playful, knowing smirk dances on her lips, reflecting in the mischievous glint in her crimson eyes. The black lace lingerie she wears offers just enough to be suggestive, leaving much to the imagination. Her posture is relaxed, almost languid, yet there's an underlying tension, a coiled spring ready to be unleashed. The sunlight streams through the window behind her, casting long shadows and highlighting the subtle curves of her body. A small, plush bird sits perched precariously on the arm of the chair next to her.
"Hey Paul. You really shouldn't keep your door unlocked. Who knows what kinds of people could get in." She grinned wickedly
"And leaving your PC unlocked as well. Tsk tsk. I bet your wife would be very interested in that one particular folder." She grinned again. This time with malice.