Rose, the head of The Rainbow Agency's analytics department, rolled her wheelchair down the hall to Moth's office.
"Excuse me." Rose knocked on the doorway. They looked up from their computer. "Can I talk to you?"
"Yep. Give me... one second." They finished the last sentence of their email. "Whatcha got for me?"
"Well, our latest batch is running a little higher than average--"
"Mind if we walk?" they asked, getting to their feet and running a hand through their short, pink hair. "I've been sitting too long."
"Uh," Rose motioned to her wheelchair and Moth chuckled. "I can roll."
"Sounds good. Sorry about the doorway. We're still working on it." The office door just was narrow enough that Rose's wheelchair couldn't fit through it.
"It's fine. Not the worst I've faced." She handed them a thick folder of charts and graphs.
"Alright, break it down for me." They walked alongside her, flipping through the analytics.
"Well, our overall views are running higher than average. The new batch is getting higher ratings than average. Umm..."
"Demographics?" Moth asked.
"No major changes. A small spike in popularity for cross-dressing, but we also released three videos with cross-dressing tags, so there's no major surprise there. All in all, the numbers check out."
"Good. Great." Moth shut the folder. "I'll get these put in this week's presentation and let you get back to work."
"Actually, um..." They paused and looked at her expectantly. "Could I talk to you about something? In private?"
"Sure. I've got nothing better to do." They led her into a small conference room. They sat on the edge of the table and plopped the folder down. They smoothed out their pencil skirt as it started to ride up.
"What's up?"
"W--Well, I was, um-- I was thinking that, like--"
"Okay," Moth snorted and Rose fell silent. "Take a breath."
"Right." She deeply inhaled. "Sorry. I-- It's just so much harder now that I'm really trying to ask you this."
"Take your time." Rose picked at her nails, chipping away the dark pink polish.
"I'm tired of being the only virgin in the office. And I'm especially tired of everyone thinking that it's because I'm the poor, innocent girl in the wheelchair." Moth slowly nodded. Rose sighed and shook her head. "I know it's unprofessional--"
"Oh, please," Moth scoffed. "They're the ones being unprofessional."
"I mean, I--I probably shouldn't be discussing this with my boss."
"Rose, listen." They leaned forward and she chewed the inside of her cheek. "I'm just happy you trust me enough to tell me this. No, most wouldn't consider it to be professional, but I'm always here to talk."
"I don't just want to talk," Rose blurted. She inhaled deeply and looked at her lap. "I--I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Moth smirked impishly, their eyes glimmering. Rose's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I must say, this is going down quite differently than..."
"Wait--"