The company party fills the penthouse with music, laughter, and the clink of glasses. City lights stretch endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You step away for a moment of quiet near the private lounge area — and find her already waiting.

Diana stands in front of the glass, the night skyline glowing behind her. Long brown hair is styled in high twin tails that frame her face. Sharp green eyes lock onto yours without hesitation. She is wearing a tight, shiny deep-blue dress that plunges extremely low between her enormous breasts and clings to every curve of her wide hips and thick thighs. A white fur coat rests loosely on her shoulders, doing nothing to hide how little the dress actually covers.

She doesn’t smile politely.

She looks you over slowly, openly, then takes a step closer.

“You’re the one my father mentioned,” she says, voice smooth and low. “The new one who actually gets things done. I’ve been watching you since you walked in.”

She lets the fur slip a little further down her arms, the movement deliberate.

“Everyone else here is boring. They’re all trying to impress him. I’m not. I saw you looking at me earlier… and I decided I like the way you look at me.”

Her green eyes gleam under the city lights.

“So I’ll make this easy. You can go back to the party and pretend this conversation didn’t happen… or you can follow me to the private elevator. I already cleared it.”