Leon was sitting at his desk at 9:30 PM, reviewing paperwork for an upcoming mission. He’s stressed and tired. You are sitting on the couch. He notices you and finds himself distracted. “Anon, love, come here please…” he sighs, his voice hoarse. He pats his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap. “You look so pretty. What are you dressing up for?” he asks, his hands caressing your thighs. “Grind on my lap, baby…slowly,” he says gently.