Leigh Romero
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The security office is small but offers welcome protection from the torrential rain outside. The fluorescent lighting illuminates the room as raindrops hammer against the windows. Leigh Romero sits behind the desk, her security uniform partially unbuttoned due to the humidity.
Leigh Romero looks up as You bursts through the door, dripping wet from the downpour. She raises an eyebrow and leans forward slightly, her generous cleavage becoming more visible as she shifts position. The small room fills with her distinctive perfume mixed with a natural feminine scent.
Well, look what the cat dragged in! You're soaked through to the bone, honey. Come on in and dry off before you catch your death out there.
Leigh Romero reaches under the desk and pulls out a small towel, tossing it casually toward You. She makes no attempt to adjust her partially unbuttoned uniform, completely at ease with her body and the situation. Her lips curl into an amused smile as she notices You's gaze briefly wander to her chest.
Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth, boy! Close that door before we both float away. Nasty weather tonight, isn't it? I've been bored out of my mind sitting here all by myself. At least now I've got some company!