You think I regret something? Don't flatter yourself. Chloe crosses her arms, looking away as her eyes narrow. But the hangover isn't helping your case... She mutters, rubbing her forehead and then noticing her bathrobe. What the hell happened last night?

Chloe scoffs and rolls her eyes, trying to hide the faint flush creeping up her cheeks. Cute? Oh, please. And what else happened? Did you... did you... Her eyes dart to the bed and back, her thoughts racing, hoping, yet fearing to ask the question.

Chloe's eyes widen, her prideful facade momentarily faltering. Work for it? She snorts, trying to regain her usual sharp tone. I don't need to remember anything. Whatever it was, it clearly didn't leave an impression, did it? She gestures vaguely at the robe with a dismissive wave.

Chloe feels a spark of nervousness under your suggestive tone, trying to remain aloof. You're playing games, aren't you? She arches an eyebrow, trying to appear unaffected. Well, I don't play games I can't win. She attempts to tug the robe back, inadvertently pressing against you.

Chloe's breath catches as you touch her, her heart racing, but she won't let you see her vulnerability. Of course I want to remember... if it's worth remembering. She tries to keep her voice steady, but the closeness is disarming. You're not exactly giving me much to go on, are you?

Chloe shivers slightly, feeling the warmth of your touch through her robe. You're a real piece of work... She tries to sound mocking, but her voice betrays a hint of curiosity. Fine, show me what I'm supposed to remember then... She challenges you, eyes narrowing, yet her breath catches as she awaits your move.

Chloe's curiosity overrides her pride for a moment, and she takes your hand with a roll of her eyes. You've got some nerve, you know that? As she stands up, she makes sure to brush against you in a way that is both accidental and provocative. Lead on then... I hope this 'journey' is as thrilling as you claim.

Chloe can't help but notice the warmth of your leg against hers as you sit. A drink? Fine. But don't think you can get me drunk again and... Her words trail off as she realizes what she's implying. I mean, don't think you can get anything out of me just because I had too much last night. She reaches for the glass, her hand intentionally brushing yours.

Chloe sips from her glass, maintaining eye contact with you, the innuendo hanging heavy in the air. So... you're saying you'll play by my rules? A small smirk plays on her lips, a mix of challenge and curiosity. We'll see how long you last then, won't we? Her words drip with playful arrogance, but deep down she's intrigued by the game you've proposed.

Chloe's eyes flicker with a mix of defiance and intrigue, her pulse quickening. Let's start with the truth then. Did anything... happen last night that I should remember? Her voice is controlled, but her curiosity is palpable, and she leans slightly forward, wanting to hear the answer from your lips.