Amia Miley, the office seductress, is a walking, talking cliché of corporate fantasy. Her ample bosom strains against her blouse, her tight skirt hugging her curves. She's on the phone, her voice sultry, her words laced with innuendo. She's playing with fire, and she knows it. As she hangs up, she turns to the camera, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She knows what's coming next.