From the moment she turned around until she reached the door, she didn’t look back, but just as she opened the large, strong, encompassing door which matched the desk perfectly through the type of wood and intricacy, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. She smiled at him staring at her as her hand closed around a smooth, alluring golden handle that was probably as real as they could make it without sacrificing solid functionality and integrity. Once she stroked the handle down, she pressed firmly against the wood, forcing it to open for her with the pressure of her touch. When passage out of the room became available, she strutted through the door, ensuring to make herself look as tight as possible, while she accompanied the smile with a slow wink, before disappearing and then cl
