The enigma of the ginger-haired woman

The woman, with vibrant ginger hair, lay on her desk, stomach exposed as she worked. The torn lace dress hung loosely around her, revealing a shapely figure underneath. Her unbuttoned shirt offered a peek at the curves beneath, and as she moved, the dress began to slide off, revealing more of her statuesque form. She moaned softly, eyes closed in concentration, before gasping as something unexpected happened—her body seemed to shift slightly, an ethereal glow surrounding her. The room buzzed with energy, but no one noticed, caught up in their own tasks.