Sophia Locke, a fiery redhead, sashays into Mickey Mod's office, her curves accentuated by her tight dress. She plops down on his leather couch, crossing and uncrossing her long legs teasingly. With a sultry glance, she asks if he's seen the latest report. Mickey, trying to focus on work, clears his throat. "Yes, it's...interesting." She leans forward, an open button exposing her lace bra. "I bet I could make it more interesting." She runs her fingers down her thigh, stopping just short of revealing anything. "What do you think?" She smiles, her lips forming a subtle pout. Mickey hesitates, his gaze drawn to her seductive movements. "I think we should discuss this report some other time," he says, standing up from his desk I think we should discuss this report some other time, he says, standing up from his desk.
