In the dimly lit office restroom, Taliah's authoritative voice echoes, "I've noticed your looks, Sinn. You want me." Sinn, blushing, nods, her breath hitching as Taliah's hand trails up her thigh. Taliah grins, pushing Sinn against the wall, her fingers dancing along Sinn's panties, feeling her moisture. "You're so wet, Sinn. You like this, don't you?" Sinn moans, "Yes," as Taliah's fingers slip inside her, curling upward, hitting that sweet spot. Taliah leans in, her breath hot on Sinn's ear, "I'll give you what you want, Sinn. But you must be quiet."