In the virtual reality of IMVU, a scantily clad avatar, Kay, finds solace in the familiar setting of an office. With no colleagues around, she leans back in her virtual chair, her fingers dancing across her keyboard, not to type, but to tease. The soft hum of the computer fans fills the room as her avatar's hands glide over her curves, her breath hitching with each stroke. She's alone, yet not, connected to an unseen partner in this digital den of debauchery.