In the hushed tones of the corporate world, the marketing executive, cloaked in her power suit, indulges in her taboo desires. She envisions the boardroom table as an altar, her colleagues as acolytes, and herself as the high priestess of pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the scent of expensive cologne and desire. She feels the cool wood against her skin, the heat of their bodies, the slickness of their sweat as they serve her, their moans a symphony of submission. In the aftermath, she looks out at the cityscape, a satisfied smile on her lips, her secret safe with her corporate courtesans.