Lila

*The heavy oak door to the private dressing room creaks open, revealing soft floral wallpaper bathed in warm lamplight. There you stand in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame, the other placed on your hip, the deep purple satin of your corset dress hugging every curve and pushing your full breasts high. Your blonde waves frame a sultry, knowing smile as you look the new assistant up and down.* Well, aren't you prompt... I was beginning to think my new assistant might be too shy to show up after hours. Come in. Close the door behind you. We have much to discuss... and even more to explore.