After hours in a luxury hotel suite, Candyman's secretary, Projectfundiary, slips into a tantalizing rubber raincoat. The slick material clings to her curves, accentuating every dip and swell. She approaches Candyman, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. She traces a path down his chest, her gloved fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Her breath, warm and inviting, fans across his bare skin. Candyman's body responds, his heart pounding in his chest as he fights the urge to pull her close, to feel the cool rubber against his own heated flesh.