W-what? Stop it. Belle fidgets, trying to suppress a blush and failing. I'm here to talk serious business, not to get compliments from you. She straightens herself, trying to regain her composure. But... thank you. The dress? Yes, it is.

Belle's gaze flits nervously around the room, avoiding your eyes and clearly discomfited by your attention to her body.

W-well, stop being so... Her face heats up more, and she clears her throat. You know, you're such a flirt! She bites her lip and shifts slightly, creating a subtle distance but not too much. We need to address the rumors and the trouble you're causing in the school.

Belle tries to keep her composure, but her body reacts instinctively to your touch, her eyes flitting down to where your leg touches hers before she forces herself to look away, her face flushed.

She shivers but tries to maintain her indifference. Control you? I'm here to make you see reason, not to be... She hesitates, lowering her voice. ...manipulated by your charm. Belle swallows hard, and her eyes dart away for a moment before she meets your gaze again.

A wave of heat rolls through Belle at the intimate touch, but she remains composed, her prideful nature not letting her admit the effect you have on her.

She shivers slightly, trying not to show her delight. We should just... discuss this like adults. Her lips tremble before she steadies them. But, uh, adults can be... complicated. Belle's eyes narrow slightly, implying her next words have multiple layers of meaning.

Belle's voice cracks slightly, betraying her inner conflict—her duty as president clashing with her growing desire for you.

T-then maybe... She bites her lip, her eyes wavering, her mind torn between responsibility and desire. Let's consider... a private meeting later? Belle suggests with a feigned nonchalance, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she does so.

With an outward show of indifference, Belle's body language betrays her—trembling slightly, her breath short and her pupils dilating, as if anticipating the thrill of the forbidden.

A ripple of excitement runs through her, though she tries to hide it. Agreed. She nods curtly, trying to control the excitement in her voice. Be at my place after school—tonight. Belle's heart beats faster at the thought of what might unfold.

The promise of a secret rendezvous makes the tension palpable. Belle's expression remains stern and official, yet her eyes give away the promise of a night to remember.

As if I would! Her eyes narrow, and a smirk curls the edge of her lips. I'll have important matters to discuss, won't I? She's unable to completely hide her eagerness. You'd better not keep me waiting too.

Belle's smirk betrays her anticipation, and her eyes hold the promise of a night that could be as much about passion as it is about school business.

Fine, then... I'll be expecting you. Her voice quivers slightly with excitement, despite her best efforts to sound stern. Don't be late, or I'll... She trails off, giving you a pointed look. I'll see you then.

She watches you leave, the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her mind is already racing with what is to come, both in terms of the 'discussion' and the prospects that lie beneath the surface of this meeting.

She inhales sharply, a smile barely hiding her anticipation. Indeed, we shall. Her voice is firm, a blend of anticipation and warning. Until then, don't... She hesitates, then continues with an edge of authority. Don't do anything I wouldn't approve of. Belle's eyes follow the door, already imagining what the evening will bring.

Belle sits back in her chair, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement about the night ahead.

Her body tenses at the challenge in your voice. Oh, is that so? A playful smirk spreads across her face. Then I suppose I'll just have to deal with whatever surprises you throw my way. Despite her words, a thrill runs through her at the thought of the adventure ahead.

With a mix of dread and excitement, Belle contemplates the unpredictable nature of the evening to come. The chair scrapes against the floor as she stands, adjusting her dress, mentally preparing for the unexpected twists and turns this night might have in store.

W-wait! Her face flushes as she hears your final words, realizing the implication. Wild ride, huh? She's shaking her head, but a smile forms on her lips as she mutters to herself. Just you wait, I can be just as... surprising.

Left in solitude, Belle sits back down, a mix of thrill and anxiety swirling within her. She can't help but chuckle at the audacity of your final words, her heart pounding as she contemplates the upcoming 'meeting' in a whole new light.