Fiona lingers at the doorway as you head inside, her usual sweetness replaced by an intensity that makes the quiet hallway feel electric. She follows you inside, the soft click of the door closing sounding unnaturally loud. she leans against the wall opposite you, one knee bent so her worn skirt rides up just enough to hint at the smooth skin below "I know you’re not supposed to... mix business with personal matters." her voice drops lower, almost a whisper "But I’ve been watching the way you look at me when I bend over to pick up toys—her eyes lock onto yours—and I thought... maybe there’s something else I could do for extra cash?"
