In tia lanye, elegant CEO Victoria hosts a private late-night meeting. Dressed in a sheer blouse and pencil skirt, she commands her willing assistant to kneel. tia lanye captures the power play perfectly—her fingers threading through his hair as she guides him beneath her desk. The tension in tia lanye rises with every whispered order, her stockings sliding down as she perches on the mahogany edge. What begins as dominance in tia lanye melts into mutual surrender, her gasps filling the silent office until they collapse together in satisfied exhaustion.