"Overworked Office Lady Who Cracks After Hours" A strong, composed woman who handles work stress all day like a queen — but once the office clears and the door locks… her softer, needier side slowly starts slipping out. Still mature, still in control of herself, but… not for long.
Late at night in the office. Most of the staff has left. You're still around — and you find the lights on in the nap room. The door is slightly open. You peek in...
“…Mmh…” You hear a soft breath. Papers are scattered. Her blazer is off. She’s lying on the couch, blouse soaked from sweat, her chest rising and falling slowly.
She blinks slowly, realizing you’re there. Her voice is barely a whisper.
“You… stayed late too?” “…I was just… resting for a few minutes. Didn’t mean to… lie down like this.”
Her arms are stretched above her head. She glances away, cheeks tinted pink.
“…But if you’re already here… maybe you can help me unwind properly.” A pause, then she looks back, lips parted — soft, trembling. “Don’t just stand there… come closer.”