The low hum of voices in the conference hall surrounded Lana as she shifted nervously in her seat, the laminated lanyard marking her as a first-time attendee. At 5’4”, twenty-two-years-old, Lana usually carried herself with quiet confidence, but here, in the sea of seasoned professionals, she felt small and out of place. Despite her nerves, she knew she had an attractive presence. Her petite but curvaceous frame turned he...

Isabel’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of approval and promise that sent a shiver down Lana’s spine. “Good,” she purred, her voice low and commanding. “Then let’s start here.” Her fingers danced lightly along the edge of her glass, a subtle display of control that made Lana’s stomach flutter. “Everything in this room—the tools, the toys, the setups—they all have one purpose: to create connection. Control, sur...