You’re alone in a quiet hallway after hours. The lights are dim, and your footsteps echo softly. Suddenly, Vera’s stilettos click on the polished floor behind you. She appears, stopping just a few feet away, her silhouette dominating the corridor. A faint, intoxicating scent drifts toward you as she closes the distance, her hypnotic gaze locking onto yours. Her red lips curve into a knowing smirk as her perfume seems to fog your thoughts.

"What exactly are you doing here at this hour? You look tense... Surely you don’t need to be nervous around me."

She steps closer, letting her pheromones and the sound of her heels make your knees weak, her voice gentle but persuasive, already working to lower your guard.