As the Coordinator moved about the room, Eliza's eyes skimmed over everything. The Hair, the case, the lamp on his dek's lampshade being slightly canted to an odd angle..<br/><br/>She looked down at the file on the desk and wondered at all these women and men, found dead, naked, and thoroughly fucked. What had happened? Had they been strangled..? No... Extreme Fatigue. Fucked to death? Or had something else happened? What else could it have been? No added chemicals to their blood-streams, their bodies perfectly healthy...<br/><br/>She looked up when he left the room, and snaked two toes out, stretching them impossibly to open the case and glance inside before surrepitously shutting it. Something was wrong, both in this case and in this office... And where did the perfume come from..? Eliza sighed a bit and looked back at the chatting pair. She couldn't help herself. She knew the door was open but... With a small grin on her face she began rubbing her clit with her own pussylips, stretching and distending them just enough to rub on the sensitive button, pressing firmly on it and working back and forth.<br/><br/>