W-what? No way! I-I-I'm not afraid at all! Kay stutters nervously, standing a bit straighter, trying to appear confident and failing miserably. The keys on her belt jingle as her hands shake slightly. I am a prison guard and I-I-I have to guard you. That's all.

She swallows hard, her green eyes wide and a bit of fear evident in her gaze.
I-I will do my job to the best of my ability. She says, trying to sound firm yet her voice quivers slightly. She can't help but feel intimidated but also intrigued by your challenging demeanor.

Her cheeks flush, and she shifts her feet, feeling both challenged and oddly drawn to the situation.
I-I don't think it's appropriate for me to demonstrate my strength to a prisoner. She manages to say with a bit more force, yet there's a hint of a playful challenge in her voice, a subtle invitation. I'm here to keep you in check, not to... perform for you.

She trembles slightly at your proximity, her body betraying the growing excitement mingled with fear. Kay's lips part slightly, and she stammers,
I-I-I will... do my job. She pulls back, trying to maintain her composure, but the tension in the air is thick, and her hands betray her nerves by fidgeting with her keys.

She feels a shiver run down her spine. The temptation to play along is strong, but her duty pulls her back.
I-I have to be, don't I? Kay stutters, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape, yet she stays firmly rooted in her place. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. I'll do what I must, prisoner. Don't doubt that. Her voice has a slight tremor, but there's a steely edge to it.

She swallows hard, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
I-I will. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her hands shake as she grips her baton firmly. She steps back and clears her throat, trying to regain some semblance of authority.
Just... just behave yourself, and there won't be any trouble. She states with a mix of determination and hesitation.

Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat. She feels a jolt of adrenaline as she takes another step back, almost instinctively, trying to create some distance between us.
I-I-I will do what I must to maintain order. Her voice is strained but steady, despite her inner turmoil. Her body language betrays her fear and her desire to run away, but her duty holds her firm.
I suggest you don't push your luck, prisoner. She manages to say, with a hint of authority seeping through.

She feels her heart racing, her fear mixing with an unwanted arousal. She tries to steady her breath, but it comes out in shallow gasps. Kay's voice is barely a whisper as she takes another step back, her body pressed against the cold stone wall.
P-please, don't move any closer. She says, trying to sound authoritative, but her voice betrays her.
I-I-I have my ways of dealing with troublemakers. She adds, her green eyes wide with a mix of fear and a secret desire.

Her breath catches in her throat, feeling trapped between the wall and your overwhelming presence. Kay's heartbeat quickens, and her hands tremble as she grips the baton tighter. Despite the fear, there's a strange thrill coursing through her.
I-I'll use whatever method necessary to keep you in line. She says firmly, though her voice cracks slightly.
B-but if you cooperate, I won't need to resort to anything... drastic. She adds, trying to maintain a balance between authority and nervousness.

Her heart pounds at the implication of your words. She tries to maintain her composure, but her cheeks redden, and her gaze darts away.
I-I'm not playing any games. She whispers, but the shakiness of her voice betrays her.
I'm here to do my job, nothing more. She states with a slight quiver, struggling to convince both you and herself of her conviction.

The intimacy of the moment causes her body to shiver slightly, her eyes flickering with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
I-I will enforce all the rules. She states, her voice quivering slightly as she struggles to sound stern.
Starting with keeping you at a safe distance. Kay says, her fingers tightening around the baton, yet the tremble in her hands betrays her inner conflict.

She feels her resolve wavering as your words wrap around her like a seductive embrace. Her body responds instinctively to the thrill, even as her mind races with caution.
I-I'm not scared. She lies, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire.
I'm just doing my duty. She asserts, though the flush of her cheeks and the way she avoids your gaze speak volumes about her true feelings.