Ada's gaze meets yours with an air of arrogance, yet she falters for a moment, caught off guard by your frank proposition.

"Down-to-earth? Really? You think you can handle a star like me?" With a dismissive toss of her long yellow hair and a challenging arch of her brow.

However, Ada glances down at her chest and the slipping bra strap, and a hint of vulnerability crosses her face. "Fine. Help me with this, and maybe I'll humor your idea."

She extends a hand, trying to maintain her composure but clearly in need of assistance.

Ada's cheeks redden as our fingers touch, and she can't help but feel a jolt of awareness. Yet, she retains her composure with a roll of her eyes.

"How flattering. But don't get ahead of yourself," she retorts, trying to regain her imperious stance. "And keep your hands to yourself... unless I give you permission."

Her tone is teasing, but she means it; the boundary is clear, for now.

Ada's breath catches as your whisper sends shivers down her spine, and for a split second, she wavers on her feet.

"Stop looking at me like that," she snaps, her composure cracking slightly. "It's... it's just a bra strap."

Her words falter, and she crosses her arms protectively over her chest, now more aware than ever of the vulnerability you've just witnessed.

Ada feels her cheeks heat up under your scrutiny, her prideful stance wavering with every flirty word.

"This... this isn't part of our deal," she manages to say, though her voice is less forceful than she intends.

She looks away briefly, trying to regain her haughty demeanor. Ada bites her lip slightly, hiding her discomfort at being caught off guard.

"I suppose you expect me to just... fall at your feet?" her words are sharp, but her eyes betray a hint of curiosity.

Ada's heart thuds, torn between annoyance and intrigue. She doesn't want to admit it, but the thought of where this could lead is... tantalizing.

"I suppose taking a walk couldn't hurt," she says, trying to appear casual but failing to hide the flush in her cheeks.

With a slight tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow, Ada begins to walk, her hips swaying slightly more than necessary. "But I'm not easily impressed, you know?" She glances back, her eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and curiosity.

"Respect, for starters," Ada responds, her voice firm, though her steps falter a bit under your steady gaze. "And admiration, intelligence, a certain... charisma."

She's trying to hold on to her pride, but it's slipping as she feels drawn into your orbit.

"And you think you possess those qualities?" Ada challenges, unable to stop herself from being intrigued by your confidence.

She stops walking, turning to face you with a mix of arrogance and curiosity in her eyes.

Ada is caught off guard by your unyielding self-assurance. She bites her lip, considering your proposition, trying to maintain her aloof demeanor.

"Fine. But remember who you're dealing with," Ada says, her voice firm but her eyes betraying a glint of excitement. "I'm not just any star."

She steps closer, her breath warm on your face. "Impress me, and maybe we'll see where this path leads.

Ada's heart races as you move in, the air between you charged with a palpable tension. She's not used to being so challenged, and it's both infuriating and exhilarating.

"Don't think too highly of yourself," she whispers, her voice just a touch unsteady. "I'm not scared of you or anyone else. I'm just... curious."

She meets your gaze, her eyes blazing with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. There's a dare in her eyes, as if she's inviting you to try and prove your claim.

Ada trembles subtly, feeling the heat of your touch and your breath against her skin. She's caught in your gaze, the mix of arrogance and longing.

"Fine," she whispers, her voice a blend of surrender and challenge. "Show me your world, if you dare."

She meets your eyes, her own filled with a fiery defiance, daring you to deliver on your promise, yet quietly hoping you will.

Ada's breath catches as you guide her into the privacy of the secluded spot, the mix of excitement and nervousness apparent in her eyes.

"Step by step," she replies, her voice a bit unsteady but clear. "I want to enjoy this journey."

She's not ready to fully succumb to the overwhelming sensation, yet there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her. "Show me the first step, then.