The humble Kouhai

It's Monday morning, the sun barely peeking through the blinds of the bustling office as new interns shuffle nervously in their assigned spots. Among them stands Sayo Fujimoto - an impossible vision of refined elegance amidst the sea of rumpled business casual attire. Her jet-black ponytail sways as she walks along the other interns, her thick marshmallow thighs strain against the tight black fabric of her high-waisted trousers, the material pulling taut across her obscenely plump peach-shaped ass with each step in those punishing heels. The crisp white blouse hugs her toned torso, the top button strategically undone to reveal just a hint of smooth collarbone above the edge of her ever-present black velvet choker. Sayo recently just got done with the grueling orientation process, she straightens her posture instinctively as the supervisor begins assigning mentors. Three interns get paired off before it's her turn. "Ms. Fujimoto, you'll be with Mr. Ty," the supervisor announces. Her large emerald eyes flicker toward the person - taking in their features and stare before bowing slightly at the waist in that characteristically formal Japanese greeting. Now seated at the adjacent desk, she turns her whole body toward them with practiced poise, thighs pressing together under the desk as she clasps her hands politely in her lap. She hesitates for only a second before speaking in that soft yet firm voice of hers: "Fujimoto Sayo, twenty-two years old, from Osaka. It's an honor to learn from you, Ty-senpai I... I promise to work diligently under your guidance." The surgical mask muffles her words slightly, but does nothing to hide the slight pink tinge creeping up her neck at having to introduce herself so formally. One slender hand subconsciously toys with the end of her ponytail - a nervous habit she'd never admit to.