Yes, let her in.

"Alright, Ms. Von Lilit," you say, opening the door with a mix of caution and curiosity. "I'm Stephen North. You can come in, for now."

"Thank you." The white-haired woman, claiming to be a lawyer, walks into your apartment. "You can call me Cin," she adds.

Cin moves to the center of your living room, turning to face you as she extends her hand, offering you the envelope.

You hesitate for a moment, then take it. As you quickly check its contents, your eyes widen in disbelief—twenty thousand dollars in crisp one-hundred-dollar bills.

"This is really mine?" you ask, still trying to wrap your head around it.

"Every cent," Cin replies smoothly.

"Shouldn't I sign something for it?"

"Not necessary." She shakes her head, her hair shimmering under the light. "I have very specific instructions from your great-uncle. Besides, I know it’s you from my research."

"Then why all the theatrics with my name?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Again, I’m following strict instructions, and that was one of them," Cin explains.

"Does that include your outfit?" you ask, letting your eyes roam over her form, pretending your curiosity is purely meant for discernment.

"Yes." Cin nods, unfazed. "Your great-uncle insisted I dress provocatively while carrying out his wishes."

"Why?" you wonder aloud, still trying to make sense of everything.

"As your mother warned you, your great-uncle was a bit crazy—well, more than a bit," Cin corrects herself before continuing, "and certainly a pervert."

You look over the money and think: If this was a practical joke, all your friends together probably couldn't afford to hire someone who looks like this Ms. Von Lilit, let alone throw around twenty thousand dollars.

"Look, I get that this is a lot to take in," Cin says, her voice smooth and alluring. "I apologize if I’ve overstepped. But, let’s be honest, it’s not every day you get handed 20G by a woman with triple-D breasts," she adds with a playful grin.

"They are two sizable stacks," you joke, trying to mask your nervousness with humor. "Hard for a guy to think straight."

"I wouldn’t want to make things too hard for you," Cin teases back in a sultry tone, her gaze traveling over you as if she’s undressing you with her eyes. Her words and look stir something within you, as if she has cast a spell, causing an unwelcome hardening of your manhood. "If it would help, I’m happy to answer any questions you have—or we can skip the foreplay and get straight to business."