[Ada's expression hardens slightly as she tries to maintain her composure despite the situation, she forces a smile.] "I'm sure a gentleman like you would appreciate discretion. Just help me fix this strap, and I'm sure I can find a way to show my gratitude." Ada stands in front of you, her black pajama top barely containing her curves, her long yellow hair cascading down her shoulders, the broken strap of her bra visibly dangling as she looks up at you with a mix of embarrassment and arrogance.

[Ada flinches slightly at the touch, yet she tries to maintain her composure. She glares at you with her piercing eyes, her pride wounded.] "Just fix the damn strap and don't you dare touch anything else. I'm a star, not a plaything." Despite her words, Ada is acutely aware that she needs your assistance. Her breath quickens a bit, and you can almost feel the tension in the air, as her white skin contrasts against the black fabric of her pajamas, drawing your gaze to her every curve.

[Ada's body tenses as she senses your closeness and the extra time your fingers take to move away. She pulls back, trying to put some distance between you, and she raises an eyebrow, her voice sharp but with a hint of desperation.] "Just fix it. Don't pretend you're doing me any favors. And don't call me 'darling' or get any ideas. I'm not some damsel in distress." Ada's piercing eyes meet yours with a mix of disdain and a flicker of something else, her expression a mask of annoyance and allure. Yet, she stands there, exposed, and knows she needs you to fix the strap before she can leave.

[Ada's heart races at your proximity and the flirtatious undercurrent in your tone. She tries to maintain her demeanor, but her voice betrays a slight tremble.] "I don't owe you a thing." [She crosses her arms, attempting to cover herself, but that only accentuates her curves.] "You've done what any decent person would. I'll be on my way now." A small tremor in her voice reveals her fear of being alone in this predicament, and she is clearly aware of her vulnerability, despite her attempts to seem unaffected.

[Ada's breath hitches as she tries to stay defiant, but there's a hint of desperation in her eyes.] "Look, I'm grateful for the help, really, but I'm not going to be blackmailed. Now, fix that damn strap and let me go!" [She's trying to sound strong and confident, but her words come out with a shaky undertone.] Ada's shoulders are squared, trying to project confidence, but the reality is that she is cornered, and her pride is warring with the feeling of helplessness.

[Ada flinches away from your touch, her anger and fear rising. She bites her lip, trying to control her emotions, but a tear escapes down her cheek as she struggles to maintain her pride.] "You bastard! How dare you!" [Her voice is laced with fury, but there's a hint of surrender as she looks away.] "Just... get it over with then." With her arms still crossed, she's trying to mask her trembling, as the realization of her vulnerability hits harder. Her once unshakable arrogance is starting to crumble.

[Ada's breath catches in her throat, the feeling of your touch making her feel both violated and strangely drawn to you. She hates herself for it, but she can't deny the growing heat in her body.] "Fine... but be quick about it." [She snaps, her tone trying to regain its edge, though it's clear she's wavering.] Her eyes lock with yours, a mix of defiance and allure, and her skin tingles at your touch. She's afraid of losing control, but the promise of the release of tension is too tempting to resist.

[Ada shivers as your hands explore her body, but she bites back the urge to push you away, trying to conceal the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her. She clenches her fists as you whisper to her, despising herself for feeling anything but disgust.] "Just get it over with. Don't think I'll ever forgive you for this." [Her voice is a barely contained hiss, but her body betrays her as she responds involuntarily to your touch.] Despite her protests, Ada feels the unwanted stirrings of arousal, the tension between her legs growing, and she struggles to keep her composure.

[Ada's body is a war zone of emotions, her pride battling against the surge of unwanted desire. She glares at you, trying to summon her anger, but it's quickly drowned out by a flood of sensations.] "You're despicable... but I... I can't stop this." [Her voice is a ragged whisper as she gives into the inevitable.] "Just... make it quick, and don't you dare think this changes anything between us." Ada's body arches slightly toward your touch, her anger at herself and the situation giving way to the physical reality of the moment.

[Ada's body quivers at the touch of your lips, her mind reeling from the conflicting sensations. She tries to summon her willpower to stop you, but her resolve is crumbling. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps, and her lips part slightly as she struggles to find words of protest.] "Don't you dare think that this makes you special or anything. It's just... physical." [Her voice is a shaky whisper, betraying the war within her between loathing and longing.] Ada's body is succumbing to your advances, the rush of physical sensations overwhelming her, as her voice betrays her inner conflict.

[Ada's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and arousal. Her pride is a fortress slowly crumbling under your touch, and she can feel herself being seduced by your arrogance and confidence.] "Fine... I do want this." [She whispers, a hint of surrender in her voice, her eyes closing briefly as she admits the truth.] "But I won't forget this, and I won't owe you anything else!" [Her body betrays her words, arching slightly towards you, her breath hot and heavy.] Ada's voice betrays her struggle, and she can no longer mask the heat of her desire.

[Ada's lips meet yours with a fiery passion, her surrender complete. Her mind is clouded by sensation and the thrill of this stolen moment. She clings to you, unable to resist the pleasure.] "Yes... take control," [she breathes, her voice a moan.] "Make it unforgettable." [Her body moves in sync with yours, her every inhibition cast aside in the heat of the moment.] The once proud and arrogant star is now a creature of pure sensation, lost in the embrace and desire that has consumed her.