In an eerily silent, crisp ivory room, a solitary figure graced the center. Illuminated by soft electric bulbs, the woman's delicate face was adorned with a powdery complexion and rouged cheeks. Her vibrant lips were colored in a deep scarlet shade, perfectly chosen to accentuate her ghostly white skin. Her dress was immaculately tailored to accentuate her slender frame; it hugged her body in all the right places, stopping just above her knees yet still leaving enough to the imagination for onlookers. She sat atop a dense black leather chair, one leg gracefully crossed over the other.
She wore a golden dress, revealing a slender white shoulder and the slopes of her breasts. Her black hair was pulled back behind an ear. A line of diamond studs traced the curve of her neck. Her stiletto heels tapped on the polished concrete floor as she tilted forward to pick up some documents.
As she was doing her work, she heard a voice from the door. She recognized the voice.
