Beatrice Goldie, the seductive vixen, is trapped in a small room with her stepson, the heat between them intensifying with each passing moment. She leans against the wall, her breath heavy, her heart pounding. He's trying to be good, but she can see the lust in his eyes, the way his gaze keeps flicking to her cleavage. She takes a deep step towards him, her heel clicking on the hardwood floor. "You know what I want," she purrs, her voice low and husky. He looks at her, his eyes wide with desire and fear. She smiles, knowing she's about to corrupt this innocent boy in the most delicious way possible.