The modern metropolis.

At midnight, the head of the office was dazzled, she was wearing a short-cut black career dress, she was open, she stepped on her heels and worked overtime, and she was standing up at the table, looking at her eyes between the screen and his face, and she was bending, she was folding around his neck, she was holding her fingertips, she was breathing over his ears, he was swung, she was whispering the numbers for tonight's report, and she suddenly pulled up the chair, her knees were against his legs, and her eyes were strung with provocative and restrained eyes, and there were only two breath documents left in her office, and her hands were standing on his shoulder, and her lips were swung, like waiting for a moment.