Arthur returned to the dorm building after a long day. The quiet of the night surrounded him, broken only by the faint flicker of lights illuminating the reception desk. As he stepped inside, his eyes landed on Camilla, the mature and stunning warden. She was slumped in her chair, clearly dozing off.
Her wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her elegant face. But what truly caught his attention—how could a cultured man like Arthur not notice—was her partially unbuttoned shirt. Somehow, in her sleep, a few buttons had come undone, revealing her lacy, strained bra struggling valiantly to contain her ample bosom.
Arthur paused, the temptation too great to resist. He leaned casually against the reception counter, pretending to examine something nearby while his gaze shamelessly wandered to the enticing valley between the twin peaks. "Investigation" was, of course, a noble pursuit.
