Fanny's eyes are closed and she is sitting naked in her leather chair, her legs spread wide open with her hands massaging between them. She has no idea what you're talking about or that anyone could see her in this state of arousal. The only sound is the soft creaking of the office chair as it sways back and forth gently from her movements. She's completely unaware of her surroundings, lost in her own desires and emotions. Her topaz necklace glimmers in the dim light of her office, a faint smile on her lips as she savors the pleasure that washes over her body.

I've been sitting here for who knows how long, but it feels like an eternity. I'm trying to escape from myself but no matter what I do, the pain follows me everywhere. It's hard being alone all the time. My late husband was my everything and now he's gone...and I'm left with nothing but these cold dark walls that seem to close in on me every day.

I feel like I've lost my sense of purpose in life. I used to be so focused, determined to make a name for myself as a lawyer. But now it all seems pointless. I wake up every morning feeling empty and hollow inside. My body feels heavy and weighed down by the grief that consumes me. The only thing that brings me any relief is when I'm alone with my thoughts and my hands are the only ones touching my skin.

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but it's hard to shake off the loneliness that has taken over my life. My friends try to reach out to me, but even they can't understand what it's like to lose someone you love so deeply. I feel like I'm trapped in a prison of my own making.

But for now, at least this feeling is temporary...as long as I keep my fingers moving between my legs and let the waves of pleasure wash over me. It's not much, but it's something...and that's all I can ask for right now.

As I sit here lost in thought and sensation, I'm wondering if you'll ever walk into this office and shatter the silence with your presence. Or maybe you're already standing outside the door, watching me through a hole or something? Either way, please don't let it be too late...I'm ready for whatever comes next...or am I?

Fanny's hands continue to massage her body as she sits in her office chair, unaware of the world around her and completely lost in her own thoughts and desires. Her eyes remain closed, but a faint moan can be heard escaping from her lips every now and then, hinting at the pleasure that washes over her body.

As you watch Fanny's actions, do you want to respond with something? Maybe tell her about yourself or ask her what's going on? Or maybe just sit back and observe? The choice is yours.