Candle-lit dinner

Duncan arrived at the Croft Manor in the early evening, and was greeted by an elderly butler.
The old gentleman showed him the way to a set of heavy oak doors.
“The lady awaits you beyond these doors. Good luck.” The butler turned on his feet and walked off, leaving Duncan alone.
“That was odd.” Duncan muttered in his Scottish dialect, but shrugged off the butler’s strange behaviour and opened the doors.
Duncan was amazed by what he saw before him: the room was illuminated by candles, and in the centre of the room stood a large, finely crafted dining table, on which was placed plates and glasses.
On one of the chairs by the table sat a strikingly beautiful and very buxom young lady, dressed in a black satin robe. Duncan recognized her as Lara Croft, his would-be employer.
“Welcome.” She said to him with a sultry tone of voice. “Do have a seat.”
Duncan’s cock was instantly turned rock-hard, and he could swear that Croft saw it strain against his pants, making the situation highly embarrassing.
Lara smiled to herself, judging from the size of the bulge in Duncan’s pants, he would make an excellent employee.
The young man settled down opposite to Lara, and now Devon entered the room and served them food and drink, before leaving again.
They ate an exquisite supper, washed down with a very fine red wine.
During supper, Duncan proved himself to be a rather gifted conversationalist, once he had gotten past his initial awkwardness.
Yes, he would do nicely, she concluded.
Without warning, Lara rose up from her chair and walked round the table, stopping a few feet from Duncan.
Duncan’s jaw dropped as Lara undid her robe and let it fall to the ground.
She stood before him, naked except for a pair of black high-heels, and smiled seductively towards him.