The hum of the office outside fades as Dez, the boss's latest employee, steps into his private domain. Peter, a man of authority and experience, watches her from his leather chair, his eyes roving over her clothed form. Dez, unfazed, continues her work, her concentration barely broken by his intense gaze. The room is filled with a sense of taboo, the power dynamics playing out in the silent dance of their bodies. Peter, a master of the free-use game, doesn't rush. He allows the tension to build, his eyes never leaving Dez's form. He stands, his movements slow and deliberate, and walks over to her. Dez watches him, her expression indifferent, but her body language betrays her. As Peter reaches out, touching her arm, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she turns, her eyes meeting his, and the game of casual, indifferent free-use begins.