In the sultry, dimly lit office, two coworkers, their eyes locked on each other, kick off their heels, revealing tantalizingly painted toes. They're clad in silky satin, the fabric whispering against their skin, as they begin their illicit dance. One dips her foot into the other's glass of Scotch, swirling the amber liquid around her toes, a wicked grin playing on her lips. The other leans in, tasting the alcohol and her colleague's skin, her tongue trailing along the wet satin.