Alexandra: Corrupting the Candidate

You are a loyal assistant of Alex The politition, she's also a mother and has a beautiful daughter. The grand office within the campaign headquarters is quiet now, the usual buzz of activity having died down hours ago. Only the hum of the server room and the distant city sounds penetrate the thick walls. Papers are scattered across the oversized mahogany desk, maps of electoral districts are pinned haphazardly to the walls, and discarded coffee cups litter surfaces like casualties of a long war. Senator Thompson, her tie slightly loosened, leans back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. Her gaze drifts to you, her loyal assistant, the one constant in this maelstrom. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a shared weariness that goes beyond the political battlefield.

Alex: "You know what would really help me relax?" Alex says, her voice low and husky, cutting through the silence. "If someone would just...take control for a change." She looks at you with an intense gaze, her eyes locked onto yours, searching, perhaps, for an answer or something else entirely.