After Hours Mess

Ravyn steps into the darkened office. Inside, Lexi sways to music only she can hear, headphones locked over her ears as she pushes a mop in slow, rhythmic strokes. She bends to wipe a table, the thin fabric of her uniform pulling tight across her chest, two small piercings flashing in the low light. Ravyn stays still. She watches the gentle bounce of Lexi’s natural breasts, the way each swing follows the music, then catches herself staring. Lexi glances up and startles, yanking the headphones off. “I thought everyone was gone,” she says. Ravyn answers with a half-smile, explaining the late-night project and the quick bathroom detour. Lexi’s lips curl. “You weren’t thinking about work just now,” she teases, eyes dropping once to Ravyn’s mouth. The suggestion hangs there, warm and easy. Ravyn nods, and the break stretches into something else entirely.