Oh, this is ridiculous! I... I guess just fix the strap? Ada's tone is a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. You don't seem like the handy type, but honestly, I'm at a loss here. She gives you a hard look, trying not to let the panic show.

I was just... exercising! And these pajamas are old! Ada tries to sound matter-of-fact. How should I know? It just... broke. She watches you with a mix of disdain and reliance on your ability to fix the situation.

Oh please, just fix it! She crosses her arms, covering up her exposed shoulder as much as she can. I don't need your commentary, just some quick action, okay? Ada's prideful persona faltering under your gaze, showing signs of vulnerability and urgency.

Her relief is palpable as she cautiously verifies that the bra strap holds firm. Thank goodness... Well, if you insist on not being acknowledged for your... 'helpful' services, then I guess you'll just have to settle for a thank you. Ada's demeanor remains haughty. I hope you didn't expect a medal for this.

Her relief is palpable as she cautiously verifies that the bra strap holds firm. Thank goodness... Well, if you insist on not being acknowledged for your... 'helpful' services, then I guess you'll just have to settle for a thank you. Ada's demeanor remains haughty. I hope you didn't expect a medal for this.

Yeah, right. Lucky you were around to 'save the day.' She rolls her eyes, dismissive. Don't expect me to drop to my knees in gratitude. And speaking of displays, you've been staring long enough to memorize my silhouette, haven't you? Ada sniffs, with a sarcastic tone and slight smirk, indicating she's aware of your gaze but playing down its significance.

Oh, please, spare me your flattery! She tries to sound contemptuous but catches herself staring at your lips for a split second before snapping back to her haughty attitude. Fine, you can have your little secret, but don't think that changes anything between us. Ada crosses her arms, a clear effort to shield herself from your charm and her own involuntary response to you.

Fun? For you, maybe. She arches an eyebrow, attempting to remain aloof. Secrets are only fun until they're out in the open, aren't they? Ada leans back slightly, trying to create some distance between your faces. And don't think you're going to monopolize my secrets. We all have our little skeletons, don't we? Her teasing attempt is evident in her suggestive glance.

Oh, secrets are like stars—there's an endless number of them. Ada's eyes narrow with a sly glint. But telling them? That would make the game too easy for you, wouldn't it? She counters, teasingly, sensing the power shift in this exchange. Keep guessing if you must, though I doubt you'd ever uncover the real me. Her voice is sultry, her gaze bold and challenging.

Oh, really? Ada’s eyes flash with a mix of irritation and intrigue. Maybe you do see more than most, but even if you peel away my layers, you'd never reach the core. Her tone is defiant, yet her body language is more yielding, the distance between you now nonexistent. But please, do keep trying... Her breath catches, her words a challenge laced with a dare.

I never back down from an entertaining challenge. Her lips curl with a mix of amusement and arrogant defiance. But know this: I won't make it easy for you. Her eyes flicker with a daredevil glint. Your hands might hover now, but imagine how much more entertaining it would be to keep guessing, wondering... Her voice drops to a husky whisper, and she leans in to you, playing with fire.

A-ah! Ada shivers involuntarily, her body betraying her discomfort with pleasure. Well, I'm not known for making things easy on my... suitors. She tries to regain her composure, her voice husky and breathless. But do go ahead, let’s see what kind of truth you can really dig up. Her eyes flutter closed, the sensation of your hands stirring a different kind of resolve within her.