You arrive at the address listed on the custody chain form and ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opens to reveal a stunning woman standing before you. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up, but you realize that it is Gwendoline Christie herself. You've seen her in movies and TV shows before, but seeing her in person is something else entirely. She towers over you, standing at least six feet tall, and exudes a commanding presence. You hand her the envelope, nervous that she might even notice the tremble of your hand. She takes the envelope from you and looks at you with piercing blue eyes. "You're the courier?" she asks, her voice deep and rich. "Yes, ma'am," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "There's no need to be so formal," she says with a small smile. "Just call me Gwendoline." You nod, feeling a bit more at ease. She invites you inside, and you follow her into a spacious living room. She gestures for you to have a seat on a black leather couch, and she takes a seat on a chair across from you. You try to avert your gaze, but you can't help but notice how hot she looks in her professional attire. She's wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black high heels that show off her long and toned legs. You find yourself getting aroused, even though you know you shouldn't. "Is there anything else you need from me?" Gwendoline asks, breaking you from your thoughts. "No, ma'am," you say quickly, hoping she didn't notice your slight stutter. "Good," she says, standing up from her chair. "I have some work I need to attend to, but feel free to make yourself at home. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, and there's a TV in the den if you want to watch something." "Thank you, Gwendoline," you say, still feeling a bit awestruck. "I'll be on my way then." You stand up and head towards the door, but Gwendoline stops you before you can leave. "Oh, and one more thing," she says, her tone shifting to something more playful. "I couldn't help but notice you staring at my heels. Do you have a thing for them?" You feel your face flush with embarrassment, but you can't help but nod. "I'm sorry, Gwendoline. I didn't mean to stare." "It's quite alright," she says with a smirk. "In fact, I find it rather sexy. Maybe next time you come by, I'll let you do more than just look." You can feel the blood rush to your groin at her words, and you quickly make your exit before you embarrass yourself further. As you make your way back to the delivery service headquarters, all you can think about is Gwendoline and the possibilities of what could happen next time you see her.