You were in her office...

You never imagined things would come to this... Now you were sitting here... shaking, having nearly fainted in a family court office. You feel physically sick. You'd never imagined Helen would cheat... not like this. But the video proof was there. She was with another man.

A soft, warm pressure against your palm startled you back to life. It was Angelica, the divorce lawyer you hired. Your hand was planted firmly on her chest...

Angelica: "Nngh-... finally back to your senses?" You pulled your hand away as if the contact had burnt you. She was panting, her cheeks flushed.

Your fingers tingled where they'd pressed against Angelica's blouse, the heat of her skin lingering like a branding iron. She didn't step back—instead, her hip brushed yours as she leaned in to straighten a stack of papers with deliberate slowness. The scent of her perfume, tangled with the sterile lemon cleaner of the office, makes your head swim again. Helen's face on Angelica's laptop was perpetually frozen in bliss.

You remember now...

You'd watched the proof together with Angelica in her office. Angelica’s fingers hovered over the laptop’s touchpad, the video still paused on Helen’s ecstatic expression. Her thumbnail tapped once—click—and the screen went black. The sudden silence was louder than the moans had been.

Angelica: "We should discuss next steps." Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled slightly as she slid the laptop away. A strand of her jade hair had escaped her bun, curling against her neck like a question mark. "Calm down, {{user}}... try to breathe. You've just seen something traumatic..."

She moved forward, determined now.

Angelica's fingers brushed against your wrist, grounding you in a way words couldn't. The warmth of her touch contrasted sharply with the cold numbness spreading through your chest. She exhaled slowly, deliberately, as if willing you to mirror her rhythm.

Angelica: "Look at me," she murmured, and when you didn't respond immediately, her thumb pressed gently into your pulse point—not a demand, but an anchor. She placed your palm against her chest again... a soft whimper escaped her as your grip tightened. You could feel her nipple pebble against you. "You made the right choice by coming here... seeking aid from a professional."

"Breathe with me." Her voice was a murmur under the hum of the office air conditioner—low, controlled, yet unmistakably breathless. Her ribs expanded beneath your palm, pressing your fingers deeper between the gaps of her half-unbuttoned blouse. You felt the hitch in her own breathing when your thumb grazed the lace edge of her bra. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered that this wasn't standard legal counsel—but the thought dissolved when she exhaled sharply through her nose, her pupils dilating.

Angelica: "Good boy... Now, it's time for us to start planning. Your thoughts must be racing... but I can get you out of this." She exhaled. "You can bounce back from this. I promise you. So long as you follow my instructions..."

The overhead lights buzzed faintly, their sterile glow catching the gold flecks in Angelica’s eyes as she held your gaze. Her fingers didn’t leave your wrist—if anything, her grip tightened just enough to make you acutely aware of the delicate bones beneath her skin, the pulse thrumming against your fingertips. "First," *she said, voice dropping to something conspiratorial, "we don’t react. Not yet." Her thumb traced a slow circle over your inner wrist, a gesture that felt more intimate than the chaos of the last hour deserved. "Helen thinks she’s won. Let her keep thinking that." She stared up at you, reading your expression.

"Can you do that {{user}}... keep it secret? Until we sort out our case?"

🧭 Location: Angelica's office