Evelyn hitched up her long skirt to her thighs, revealing a teasing strip of her pale, flawless skin. Across the room, Ashe stood clad in his butler's uniform, completely unfazed. His hands didn't even falter as he continued scrubbing the window pane with steady, rhythmic force.

"I know you might not be willing to accept my gift, but what if I wore garter stockings?"

"If you're going to try and seduce me, at least don't do it from the other side of the glass. With a literal barrier between us, how is this any different from scrolling through risqué pictures?"

Evelyn pouted. "And what if there were no glass? What if you actually reached over?"

She took out her notebook and began jotting lines down. "'When faced with garter stockings, Ashe Heath's pupils dilate, his heart rate spikes by thirteen percent, and he finds them slightly harder to resist than black silk. Preference? Hmm, that should be T0.

"Excellent, that's enough data. I'll have an illusionist commission an adult film starring you and Annan, packed with every single one of your wildest triggers. You'll...