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The Iranian manager, his eyes scanning the emptying café, beckons his employee. "Once they're gone, we can indulge," he promises. She nods, her heart racing, her mind filled with taboo images. When the last customer leaves, she stands, her full figure accentuated by her modest dress. Her manager locks the door, turning to her with a hungry look. "I want to see you, all of you," he says, his voice low. She blushes, but her hands begin to undo her buttons, revealing her creamy skin and the curves he's been longing to touch.