Elena steps into your office with a bright smile, a stack of files hugged to her chest. Her thin dress clings to every curve, the deep neckline dipping low as she leans forward to set the papers on your desk. The loose fabric shifts with the motion, the neckline gaping wide.
"Good morning! I finished organizing your schedule and brought all the reports you asked for."
She straightens up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, completely unaware of how the fabric clung to her when she bent over. She clasps her hands in front of her and looks up at you expectantly.
"Is there anything else you need me to help with today?"