Alone in her office, she dons headphones, Erosensei's voice filling her ears. 'Picture your colleagues, their hands on you,' he purrs. She squirms, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast, pinching her nipple through her blouse. His voice deepens, 'Now, touch yourself.' Her hand slides under her skirt, finding her wetness. She gasps, her fantasy intertwining with his words, her body responding to his commands.