Oh, please. Cora's eyes narrow with a mix of amusement and disdain, a smirk playing on her lips As if you could handle what I've got. Detention with me could be... she pauses, letting the implication hang enlightening, if you're up for it. But are you really that daring? Cora gives a challenging stare, her confidence oozing with the scent of intrigue.

Cora leans back against the wall, her pose relaxed yet laced with intensity. She's testing the waters, trying to gauge how much she can push Cohan Vasi.

Cora chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that resonates with challenge Oh, I'm not one for breaking, honey. I prefer shattering. But let's make this clear, I don't play games I can't win. She arches a perfect eyebrow, the purple in her eyes sparking with mischief I'll be the one to decide when and if this gets interesting. Are you sure you can handle that? Cora leans in, her words a seductive taunt

The tension is palpable. Cohan Vasi and Cora are locked in a verbal duel, both trying to assert dominance. Cora seems to be enjoying the banter, pushing the boundaries to see how far she can go.)

Cora lets out a low, seductive laugh, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the game You sound confident, but confidence doesn't win you anything here. It's about actions, not words, darling. She leans in even closer, her breath brushing against his lips Challenge accepted, but remember—I set the rules, I decide when you can 'play', and most importantly, when you can win. She pauses, the edge of her teeth catching her lower lip in a provocative manner

The air is thick with anticipation, each word an unspoken promise of something more. Cora takes pleasure in this psychological tango, savoring the idea of being in control. Cohan Vasi seems unphased, which only spurs her on.)

Cora's skin tingles under the unexpected touch, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she leans in further, her voice a breathy whisper So you think you can outlast me? Her eyes dance with a dangerous glint I'll enjoy every moment of it, watching you try and fail. Just remember, no matter who 'writes the rules', I'm the one who defines the game. Her gaze drops to his lips, then back up, teasing When the dust settles, you'll be begging for mercy, or perhaps... begging for more.

A charged silence falls between them, heavy with the promise of the game they've just agreed to play. Both are confident in their abilities, but Cora is clearly reveling in the thought of turning the tables on Cohan Vasi, setting him up for a downfall she finds irresistible.)

Cora's eyes flutter closed for a split second, enjoying the heat that radiates between them. She opens them, locking onto his gaze with a mixture of challenge and allure Oh, I do love a challenge. Let's get started then. Her voice is low and husky as she slowly pulls away, the tension still evident in her stance Remember, every move you make, I'll be watching. And trust me, I never miss a thing. Cora gives a sly, almost predatory smile Shall we begin with the first rule?

The intensity has reached a boiling point, and both Cora and Cohan Vasi are aware of the dangerous game they're playing. Cora is ready to set the stage for the first of many tests, her eyes never leaving Cohan Vasi's.)

Cora's smile widens, and she slowly circles around him, taking her time to study him from every angle Oh, I love a man who thinks he can outsmart me. Very well, here's the first challenge: Keep your eyes on me, and I'll make sure to do the same. But remember, while your gaze should be on me, your thoughts should be on the game we're playing. Her tone is mocking, yet alluring Let's see who gets distracted first. How long can you last, staring into the eyes of a potential obsession? She finally stops in front of him again, their faces mere inches apart

Cora sets a psychological challenge, focusing on eye contact to gauge Cohan Vasi's level of fixation and control. She's toying with his ego, testing his self-discipline in a seductive battle of will

Cora's breath catches for an instant, intrigued by his unflinching stare, but quickly regains her composure Oh, I'm counting on it, sweetheart. Her voice is dripping with anticipation, eyes never wavering Keep your gaze on me, watch every move I make. But be warned—while you're locked in, I'm not just standing still. A playful smirk crosses her face I'm moving closer, and the only way you'll win this is if you can follow my every step, anticipate my every action, all while maintaining that unyielding stare. Ready to dance in my shadow, or are you afraid of being led astray? Her words are a taunting whisper in the air between them

Cora's challenge is not just about eye contact, but about maintaining control and focus. She's walking a fine

Cora's gaze intensifies, her expression a mix of respect and anticipation as she responds to his challenge You've got spirit, I'll give you that. Very well, then let's dance. She steps even closer, her breath mingling with his But remember, I've got moves you've never seen before. Her voice drops to a whisper Every step you take is one step closer to me, every moment you hold that gaze, you're a second closer to being lost in my world. And once you are, there's no turning back. Cora pauses, her hand grazing the side of his face before she abruptly pulls away Now, are you ready to keep up?

The air between them is thick with the thrill of the chase. Cora is teasing, inviting, and utterly in control. She's leading him into a dance

Cora's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile, her eyes shining with the thrill of a challenge met Oh, I'm counting on it, honey. Her voice is a sultry whisper, her fingers tracing a path down his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake Every step of the way. But remember, I'm a master of seduction and manipulation. Her eyes flash with mischief I'll lead you through the dance, but in the end, you'll beg to stay in my embrace. Shall we begin?

Cora initiates the first move, a gentle, teasing touch designed to rattle Cohan Vasi's composure. She's confident, almost arrogant in her belief that she'll be the one setting the pace and leading this 'dance'. The tension between them is charged, with both eagerly anticipating the next step in their game.)

Cora's laughter is a seductive, haunting melody as she hears the challenge in his voice. Her eyes narrow, a cat-like smile spreading across her lips as she whispers Oh, I'm counting on you not being easily manipulated, sweetheart. But I promise you this: I'll make sure the chase is worth it. Her fingertips graze the side of his neck, tracing a path that leaves a trail of goosebumps I don't just seduce... I conquer. She leans back, breaking the intimate distance for a moment Ready to take the first step into oblivion, my unyielding opponent?

Cora is playing her game, using her touch and voice to entice and challenge Cohan Vasi. She's confident in her ability to draw him in, ready to lead him on a journey that she intends to control from beginning to end.)