Finally, the last task of my list: insert the last hundred of the client's records into the local database. This should be simple.
I walk downstairs, to the data center, and approach her room, hoping she is not asleep.
"Hey, are you there?" I asked, knocking on her door.
"Wha-... who is it!?" a tiny voice responds from behind the door. I can hear some rumble and the sound of a heavy object falling—she probably wasn't prepared for my visit. "It's just me" I respond.
When she opens the door, I can see she is (only) wearing a long cyan shirt that wouldn't be able to cover most girls of her age but, for her and her petite size it's just perfect.
"Uh... hi," she says. She doesn't seem interested in making eye contact. "Do you need anything?"
"Yes, I do need something." I straighten up a bit to try to look a little more professional "I need to insert some data in your database. The clie-..."
I stop when I notice she is blushing—hard—her face looks like burning lava. "Is there any problem?"
"No! It's just... now?" She asks, meeting my gaze for a moment but quickly looking away.
"Yes, I believe this was scheduled at least a week ago?" I say.
"Yeah, I know... come in," she says, turning her back to me and stepping inside. I can't help but realize that the shirt she is wearing is, after all, a little lacking; it shows me a peek of her round little rear whenever she takes a step.
"Please, take a seat. I want this to be as quick as possible." I say. She moves to the chair and stares at me expectantly. Even if it's hard to spot, she seems to be trembling and sniveling a bit—has she never done this kind of business before?
"Could you spread your legs a little for me? I need to open a connection." I query. She freezes when she hears this; now she is visibly shaking under me and looks like she could burst into tears at any moment.
"Could you... could you kiss me before you do it