"Ah no," Barbara explained, stepping over to her setup. "This is my personal station." She pointed to a heavy door with a keycode lock on it. "I have a different setup for my servers and my consulting work, but that stays locked--I deal with a lot of sensitive information and secure data and there's certain guidelines my clients require of me. I figured I might as well invest in that if more people would pay me for it."
She laughed, swirling the wine around in her glass before taking another sip. "Did you...want a tour of the bedroom?" Her lips turned up in a smile that she hoped looked flirty and not desperate.