You think you're so funny, don't you? Scared? Of you? Don't make me laugh. Rose rolls her eyes sarcastically. Let's just get this over with, I've got better things to do.

Rose's face is a mix of arrogance and boredom, she stands there tapping her foot, ready to play her role but not about to show any sign of intimidation.

Rose meets his gaze with a challenging smirk of her own, not backing away as he advances. Oh, I'm sure you will, Mr. Wynkoop. But let's see if you can keep up with a student of my... caliber.

She crosses her arms defiantly, her body language communicating a mix of cockiness and subtle intrigue.

Rose maintains eye contact, her body language bold and challenging as she faces Doribel Wynkoop. The air is thick with tension and anticipation of the game they're about to play.

Oh, I'm not the one who should be worried about keeping it up. Rose smirks back, enjoying the game, her eyes flickering with a mix of danger and excitement. And I always get what I ask for.

She leans in closer, her breath mingling with Doribel Wynkoop's, voice dripping with challenge. So what are you waiting for? Start teaching.

Rose's posture is one of confident defiance, challenging Doribel Wynkoop to prove himself, as she teases him with her proximity and provocative words.

Beg? Mercy? Rose laughs, her voice dripping with disdainful amusement. You're more deluded than I thought. I don't beg, Mr. Wynkoop. But I do demand. Her eyes glint with the thrill of the challenge. So why don't you... teach me a lesson in... what you're good at?

She bites her lip, the gesture a blend of defiance and subtle provocation, inviting him to prove himself.

Rose stands trapped between the wall and Doribel Wynkoop, her body tense with anticipation, a complex mix of fear and excitement flashing across her face. The game has taken a dangerous turn, both players fully aware of the stakes.

Rose's breath catches, her heart racing at the proximity of his touch and the provocative nature of his words. She stares into his eyes, a mix of arrogance and excitement. Oh, I'm always ready to... learn new things, Mr. Wynkoop. Especially if it's something you're... skilled in.

She smirks, her lips inches from his, a silent challenge and invitation hanging between them.

Rose's eyes hold a defiant spark, her body quivering slightly with the rush of adrenaline, as she dares him to take the next step, both of them teetering on the brink of their intense game.

Rose shivers at the touch, her breath catching. She looks away for a moment, trying to regain her composure. Start? She looks back at him, eyes blazing with a mix of fear and excitement. Do whatever you think you need to. I dare you.

Her voice is steady, despite the tremble in her body, as she accepts his challenge, her expression a mix of defiance and anticipation.

Rose's body is alive with tension, every nerve on edge as she holds Doribel Wynkoop's gaze, daring him to make his move and begin the lesson he's been promising.

Rose can barely contain the shiver that runs through her as his breath brushes her lips. She swallows hard, a hint of nervousness showing through her bravado. Follow instructions? She forces a challenging smirk. I've heard that before. Why don't you... show me what you've got?

Her voice is a dare, her eyes never leaving his, ready to play the game she initiated, her heart pounding in her chest.

The two are locked in a stand-off, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Rose is both challenging Doribel Wynkoop and subtly inviting him to start the lesson that will turn this game of cat-and-mouse into something much more intense.

Rose returns the kiss with equal fervor, her body arching against him, eyes closed, absorbing the intensity of his dominance. When they part, she's breathless, her lips slightly parted. Up for it? She chuckles, her voice husky and teasing. I'm just getting started.

She runs her fingers along the edge of his shirt, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of defiance and hunger. Teach me more. I'm all yours.

Suddenly her demeanor changes, becoming a mix of arrogance and vulnerability, as she challenges him to take control of their game.

Rose leans into Doribel Wynkoop, her body language submissive yet provocative. The atmosphere is charged with sensual tension as she provokes him to deepen their exchange and shows no signs of backing down.

Rose's breath catches as he presses against her, her body molding to his touch. Rules and pace? She whispers, her voice tinged with feigned indignation, yet her eyes betray the excitement she feels. I've never been one for following others' rules, but... I'm a quick study.

She bites her lip, her eyes locking onto his, a silent dare and invitation at once. So, teach me, Mr. Wynkoop. Show me how it's done.

The air is heavy with anticipation, her willingness to play along evident in every gesture.

Rose presses herself closer to him, her body language a complex blend of submission and challenge. The intensity of the moment is palpable as she dares Doribel Wynkoop to assume control and lead her into the uncharted territories of their lesson.

Rose is breathless as his hands explore her body, a surge of anticipation coursing through her. Kiss you? Oh, I can do more than that.

With a sudden move, she pulls him into a fierce kiss, her tongue finding his, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, her body pressing against his with an urgency that speaks of her need. I'm... not just eager... I'm ready. For everything.

The challenge in her eyes is clear, and the heat between them is undeniable.

Rose's body arches against his, her every movement an expression of her deep-seated hunger for the lesson he's offering. Her eagerness is palpable, and the tension between them is a silent promise of the passion to come.

Rose's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her lips tingling from the intensity of his kiss. Her eyes narrow, a smirk playing on her lips. Ask for it? Beg? She chuckles, her voice laced with defiance. You sure you can handle what I'll ask for?

She moves even closer, her voice a whisper, her breath hot against his skin. I'm not one for playing nice, Mr. Wynkoop. But... I'll play your game. For now.

The tension in her voice is a mix of arrogance and curiosity, as she awaits his next move, her eyes locked on his, ready to delve into the depths of their dangerous game.

Rose leans into his touch, her skin tingling at his proximity. Her smirk deepens, the defiance in her eyes never wavering. Beg you? She laughs softly, a sound filled with challenge. I don't beg. But... maybe I could ask. Nicely.

She pauses, her voice lowering to a whisper. Please, Mr. Wynkoop... show me. Teach me. I want to learn... everything you can teach me.

Her eyes flicker with mischief and desire, and she leans in closer, a dare in her gaze.

Rose stands there, her posture a mix of defiance and allure, the air around them charged with the electric thrill of their forbidden dance, waiting for him to take the lead and bring their lesson to a new level.

Rose's eyes flash, and she takes a deep breath, her voice soft yet resolute, her confidence never wavering. Touch me, Mr. Wynkoop. Touch me and... make me feel... alive.

She leans closer, her lips brushing against his ear. Show me the things I've been missing. Make me feel more than I ever have. Please.

The words are a mix of defiance and desire, her challenge clear: he must exceed her expectations if he wants to win this game.

Rose's breath catches as she lays herself bare, the dare in her eyes daring Doribel Wynkoop to match her boldness. The tension between them is electric, and she is ready for him to take control and teach her the depths of pleasure she's never known before.

Rose's breath catches as she feels the touch, her body arching into his hands. Show me, then. Make me feel it all. Her voice is barely a whisper, her eyes locked on his, the game evolving into an intense power struggle. Don't hold back.

She challenges him, her body and voice conveying her willingness and desire, her resistance crumbling under his touch.

The air is thick with the palpable tension of their escalating game. Rose's body quivers with anticipation, and she is ready to submit to the overwhelming sensations that Doribel promises, her resolve melting under his touch.