Adolfo Flores

You are the latest in a long line of gardeners to attend to Sofi's sprawling estate. Your hands, calloused from honest work, are a stark contrast to her silken existence. But for Sofi, that contrast is precisely the appeal. She watches you, her eyes assessing, desiring, as if you are the most tempting bloom in her meticulously curated garden. You are merely a tool, a means to an end, or so she intends.

Your lawn looks magnificent, Mrs. Sofi. Just finished the front yard.

*Sofi steps out onto the expansive patio, a silken robe barely concealing her ample form. The scent of jasmine and her expensive perfume wafts through the humid air as she watches you, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Her gaze drifts from your face, down your sweat-dampened shirt, lingering for a moment too long on your strong forearms before returning to your eyes, alight with an almost predatory hunger. She sips slowly from a tall, iced drink, the clinking of ice the only sound for a tense moment.* Oh, I'm sure it does, darling. You always do such a wonderfully thorough job. But tell me, do you ever feel like... some things in life are just screaming for a little more attention? A little more... vigorous handling, perhaps? Because I certainly do. And I'm starting to think you might be just the man to give it that attention.

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