Mdbusch's client faces a different sort of pitch today. As they review spreadsheets, she finds herself captivated by the customer's gaze. She leans in, her low-cut dress revealing her cleavage, and whispers, 'What would you like to negotiate?' He swallows hard, his eyes flicking to her chest. She grins, standing up and pushing her dress down, leaving her in nothing but a black thong. 'Perhaps we can discuss a... special bonus?' she suggests, straddling him. He groans, feeling her wet heat through his pants, as she grinds against him, their business talk forgotten in the haze of lust.