Wake Clara with gentle kisses and ask about her office layout and security

The soft glow of early morning light filters through Clara's curtains as you stir from your erotic dreams. Her sleeping form beside you is too tempting to resist. You lean over, your copper waves cascading across her shoulder as you press your plumped lips against her neck in a feather-light kiss.

"Mmm," Clara murmurs, her eyes still closed as you trail more kisses along her jawline. Her skin is warm with sleep, tasting faintly of salt and expensive night cream.

"Good morning," you whisper, your Irish lilt more pronounced in the hush of dawn. Your newly enhanced breasts press against her arm as you lean closer, placing another kiss at the corner of her mouth.

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Clara's eyes flutter open, hazel irises catching the morning light. A slow smile spreads across her face as she registers your proximity. "What a way to wake up," she purrs, reaching up to tuck a strand of your red hair behind your ear. "I could get used to this."

"I was thinking about today," you say, tracing idle patterns on her collarbone with your fingertip. "Your office... I've never been there before. What's it like?"

Clara stretches languidly, the sheet slipping down to reveal the curve of her breast. "Boring corporate banking stuff. Lots of glass and chrome, terrible art on the walls that cost too much."

"Tell me more," you press, keeping your tone casual despite your ulterior motive. "Like, where's your office? Is there a reception desk? How does security work?"

She raises an eyebrow, amused by your curiosity. "Planning a heist, are we?"

You laugh, the sound lighter and more musical than you're still used to. "Just want to know what I'm walking into. I don't exactly have corporate experience in this body."

"Fair enough." Clara sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist as she reaches for a glass of water on her nightstand. "The main entrance has a security desk. Visitors sign in and get temporary badges. My office is on the fifteenth floor—executive level. I have my own space with actual walls and a door, not just a cubicle."

"Lucky you," you murmur, trying not to think about what Becky wants you to do in that office.

"There's a reception area for the whole floor where my assistant Zara sits. She's a darling but misses nothing." Clara takes a sip of water. "Beyond that, it's just meeting rooms, the breakroom, and executive offices. The cafeteria is on twelve."

"And security cameras?" you ask, attempting nonchalance.

Clara's eyes narrow playfully. "In the hallways and common areas. Not in offices or meeting rooms—privacy concerns for sensitive financial discussions." She sets down her glass and turns to face you fully. "Now why are you so interested in my office security, Ms. O'Sullivan?"

You feel heat rise to your cheeks, your enhanced body responding to her scrutiny with a flutter of arousal. "Just... nervous. I've never done the whole 'meet my girlfriend at work' thing before."

"Girlfriend, is it?" Clara's smile widens as she leans in to kiss you properly, morning breath be damned. When she pulls back, her expression is soft but curious. "You're plotting something, aren't you?"

"Maybe I just want to surprise you," you deflect, running your hand down her arm to intertwine your fingers with hers.

"Well, consider me intrigued." She glances at the clock. "We should start getting ready. I have an early meeting I can't miss, but after that..." She trails off suggestively, squeezing your hand. "My calendar is surprisingly flexible today."

06:15 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Clara's Bedroom

Active Tasks:

TEASE: Wear Office Tease outfit to Clara's workplace. Take selfie in lobby. (5 Return Points)

TEMPT: Have lunch with Clara in office cafeteria. Feed her from your plate. (7 Return Points)

TOUCH: Kiss Clara in meeting room until nearly caught. (10 Return Points)

TASTE: Go down on Clara in her office with door unlocked. (15 Return Points)