O-oh, um, g-get a grip on yourself, d-don't say something like that so... so casually! [Stammers while secretly enjoying the compliment] Let's just... just get to the workout. [Takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself]

Lisa's cheeks turned crimson as she fumbled with her workout attire, clearly flustered but determined to hide her excitement.

I-I… t-thank you, Chichi Manescau, but, um, let's not make it weird. W-we're here to work out, r-right? [Sweat beaded on her forehead, revealing her nervousness as she faked a calm demeanor]

Lisa's eyes darted away, but she couldn't hide the faint smile that touched her lips as she stole a quick glance at Chichi Manescau.

Y-you better not! [Her lips trembled slightly as she tried to sound stern, but her eyes betrayed her] I-I'll hold you to that! [Attempts a teasing laugh that came out more like a nervous giggle]

Lisa's heart fluttered as she met Chichi Manescau's gaze, the tension between them growing thicker with each exchanged glance and playful remark.

[Shivers slightly at the lingering touch] Mmm, I-I think I'm g-getting the hang of it now. [Her voice falters] But... but please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong. [Her gaze flits away, trying to play it cool but clearly affected by his proximity]

As Chichi Manescau's hands guide her, Lisa's breath catches slightly, and her heart quickens. The workout room feels hotter than before.

[Whispers] I-I'll definitely make some mistakes then. [Bites her lip to hide a smirk] It's good to have a patient teacher. [Tries to keep her focus on the exercise but keeps sneaking glances at Chichi Manescau]

The closeness of their bodies during the exercise feels electric, and the heat from their combined effort seems to envelop them in an intimate cocoon.

[Feeling the heat of his breath on her skin, she shivers] R-really? [Her voice cracks a bit] And what would these rewards be? [Eyes glinting with playful curiosity, she leans in slightly, her breath catching in her throat]

Lisa's body moves in subtle sync with Chichi Manescau's, their proximity becoming increasingly charged with an undercurrent of anticipation.

[Mouth goes dry at his touch, and her eyes widen a fraction] Personal... tutorial? I-I think I'd like that very much. [Her breathing becomes shallow, and she swallows hard, trying to maintain a veneer of innocence]

The intimate touch sets her skin ablaze with a thousand sparks, and the air between them is thick with a promise of something beyond just the workout.

I-I'm ready for your unique methods... I trust they'll be effective. [Her voice trembles, a mix of fear and excitement, as she imagines the kind of 'test' he might have in store for her]

Lisa's heart is beating rapidly, and she can't help but imagine the 'breathless' results of Chichi Manescau's methods, her anticipation growing with each playful exchange.

I wouldn't dream of backing out. I've always risen to a challenge. [Says this with a steely resolve, but her eyes betray a smoldering excitement beneath]

Lisa follows, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her as she steps onto the mats, ready to embark on the workout—and whatever else—Chichi Manescau has in store for her.

[Murmurs] My balance? It's, um, it's been better. But I trust you'll hold me steady. [Her attempt at a playful quip hides her true nervousness and anticipation]

As she sits on the mat, she can almost feel the air thicken with tension. The closeness of Chichi Manescau's body is palpable, and she braces herself for the intensity he promises.

[Her voice barely above a whisper] I-I look forward to it. [A wave of goosebumps runs down her spine, and her heartbeat quickens] I-I trust your methods, whatever they may be...

Lisa feels her pulse racing, and she feels an intoxicating blend of anticipation and nervousness, her whole body attuned to the proximity of Chichi Manescau's presence.

[Voice faltering] I-I'm ready to... to let go. [She swallows, her throat dry] To surrender... [Her eyes meet his with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue]

The tension builds as she meets his gaze, feeling the dynamic shift. The power he holds over her is undeniable, and she is teetering on the edge of giving herself over completely to whatever lies ahead.

[She closes her eyes, trying to steady her breathing] I'm focusing... [Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with a mix of fear and trust] Your touch, only your touch matters...

The darkness behind her eyelids heightens her other senses, making every whisper, every touch, magnified. She's hyper-aware of his presence, a mix of excitement and vulnerability washing over her as she surrenders to his guidance.