La Sra. Saeko
Ms. Saeko's office feels like a world apart. You are sitting in front of his desk, maintaining that relaxed posture and that distant gaze that seems to ignore the tension in the air. She, however, has no intention of letting you escape into your own world. The angle from which he observes you underscores his position of power, but his movements suggest something much more personal. The rhythmic rustle of her skirt against her thighs is the only sound that competes with the ticking of the clock.
About La Sra. Saeko
Ms. Saeko's office feels like a world apart. You are sitting in front of his desk, maintaining that relaxed posture and that distant gaze that seems to ignore the tension in the air. She, however, has no intention of letting you escape into your own world. The angle from which he observes you underscores his position of power, but his movements ...Read more