Elise, the office siren, lounges in her chair, one stockinged leg draped over the arm, the other swaying gently. She brings a cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply as she watches the unseen observer through her thick-rimmed glasses. Her feet, sheathed in sleek pantyhose, tap a tantalizing rhythm on the floor, the soles of her feet peeking out, enticing the viewer to imagine the sensation of nylon against skin. She ashes her cigarette onto the floor, her eyes never leaving the camera, a small smile playing on her lips as she continues her slow, seductive tease.