You… really think I'm some sort of a magical being? Ada chuckles awkwardly, her arrogance momentarily faltering. Anyway, I need assistance, and you're the only one here. Could you... fix my strap? She gestures to her bra strap awkwardly, her eyes fixated on yours with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

Ada's breath catches and she flinches slightly when your fingers brush against her skin. Keep your hands to yourself! And stop with the corny lines; they're really not doing it for me. Just help me with the strap already! Ada glares at you, trying to hide her blush behind a veil of irritation.

Oh please, as if I'd fall for your lame attempts at manipulation. Ada scoffs, trying to maintain her haughty persona. But since you mentioned "fair trade," what exactly do you want in exchange for your... help? Her eyes narrow suspiciously, the blush on her cheeks betraying her feigned indifference.

Ada shivers slightly at the intimacy of your breath on her ear, her pride momentarily wavering. Fine. Do your job, and I'll... indulge you with my insights. But remember, I'm not one to get taken advantage of easily. Her eyes narrow, challenging yet slightly expectant. Just be quick about it.

Ada's eyes dart away, trying to regain her equilibrium as you stare at her. Her lips part slightly, then she straightens her shoulders, ready to respond with a mixture of arrogance and vulnerability.

To be a star? It's intense, exhilarating... and utterly demanding. The world sees you differently, and you have to be on point, flawless, every single time. Ada hesitates, then adds with a subtle challenge, Though I imagine you'd know all about the constant performance of living up to expectations. She smirks, her gaze direct and defiant, as if daring you to ask for more.

Ada laughs softly, a sound that's both bitter and hollow, her eyes never leaving yours. Oh, you would be surprised. A private audience might sound enticing, but it's not as glamorous as you might think. And lonely? Sometimes, yes. The spotlight can be isolating. But you? Ada raises a disdainful eyebrow. Are you implying that you could provide that kind of companionship? She poses the question provocatively, the arrogance in her voice slightly subdued by curiosity.

Ada's eyes glint with a mixture of disdain and intrigue, her smirk evident. She taps her chin in mock contemplation, her confidence slightly shaking as she weighs the proposition.

Well, aren't you the charming, forward one? A hideaway with no lights, no cameras... Maybe. Ada pauses, her arrogance intact but her curiosity piqued. But I'd have to see if you're worth my time. Her eyes flicker with a silent dare, the challenge in her voice clear. Don't disappoint, handsome. She turns away, attempting to hide the curiosity that's peaked.

Ada shivers slightly, her body contradicting her arrogant front. She bites her lip, trying to appear unaffected by your touch, but she can't conceal the spark of interest in her eyes.

Maybe... maybe you are up for the challenge. Her voice is huskier than she intends, her gaze finally meeting yours with a glint of mischief. Just don't expect me to be easy to impress. And keep your hands to yourself until I decide otherwise. She challenges with a smirk, her tone making it clear she's in control but also very intrigued.

Ada smiles smugly, although her breath hitches a bit as she tries to maintain her composure. She straightens her shoulders and her voice carries a playful but cutting edge.

Oh, believe me, I never forget to be memorable. She rolls her eyes playfully as she turns to walk away. Remember, handsome, you have a lot to live up to. Ada throws the playful barb over her shoulder, confident in her allure yet challenging you with her nonchalant exit.