In the dimly lit office, the clock strikes seven, and Luis-Soares' secretary, dressed in a crisp navy suit, finds herself alone with her boss. She seductively loosens her tie, her eyes locked onto his. "Working late again, Mr. Soares?" she purrs, slipping off her jacket to reveal a lacy bra. He watches, intrigued, as she leans over, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage. "Perhaps we should find a more... productive way to spend our evening," she suggests, unbuttoning her blouse, inch by inch.