Coworker -- Stripper -- Exhibitionism

Again, as Richard saw the results of his spell-casting the next day, he was pleased, abundantly so. The new approach that his boss showed in checking up on the office lead to a new state of existence for Richard. No longer did he attempt to look busy at all times, as he never seemed to fall inside of his superior's purview anymore, but he also bore a constant smug expression as he observed his surroundings. This last change being one caused by his increased wielding of power.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Was a question which Richard's coworker posed to him, it wasn't accusatory in the slightest, but was flirty and enticing. For her own image, this approach in communication, although it probably was the skull's doing in this case, served her far better than a confrontational tone would.

The reason for such a -- hypothetically -- aggressive tone escaping those glistening pink lips by all probability resulting in nothing, but the speaker making herself look ridiculous, was due to the sheer unimpeded sexual nature of how she presented herself. Her skirt ended barely an inch below her ass, revealing the thin straps that connected from her garter-belt to the lace topped stockings she wore.

Her top wasn't any better as far as modesty was concerned. The shirt she wore might have been seen as normal and non-distracting, had it been worn in isolation. The modifications done to the white button-up shirt was as scandalous as she could get away with. Her topmost buttons were undone down to the front of her bra, which, speaking of which, was pushing her breasts upwards to enhance her cleavage and was so boldly colored as to be visible through the white enveloping it.

"I don't know... it's a little bit... " Richard began before he stalled his sentence out. He was looking for his boss, who was just a few paces away, to get closer to finish his statement. "... Distracting. I would imagine that some authority might need to tell you just how distracting it is in private."

Richard's boss might have been as distracted as Richard was implying that he himself was, but she still managed to pick out the few words he was putting emphasis on. Something which lead pretty directly to her doing exactly what Richard wanted her to do.

"Yes, your dress ought probably to be discussed in private," the boss of the building stated clumsily, it was a request more than anything, but her racing mind didn't know how to word things in such a manner. Yielding instead a wording more reminiscent of a statement.

To Richard it didn't matter how those words had come out, as his one goal was achieved right then and there, with the two biggest female thorns in his side strolling away. Keeping each other out of his hair and making his day just that little bit less stressful.