Ada steps back, raising an eyebrow with a sarcastic smile "Oh, is that so? What a clever little game you've devised. Well, you think you've seen everything? If I may be so bold, I'm not just any star—I'm Ada. And I don't come cheap." She crosses her arms, waiting for your move, her eyes challenging.

Ada's gaze flickers with irritation, but she bites her lip, restraining a retort, her pride warring with her predicament. "You're bold to think you can bargain with a star. But alright, let's hear it. What could you possibly want that would make you worth my time?" Her voice is laced with disdain, challenging you to a game she is confident she will win.

Ada's eyes widen in shock, and her cheeks flush, but she quickly recovers her composure, though her voice holds a tremor. "You—You're outrageous! How dare you suggest such a thing? It's indecent!" She looks away, her pride battling with a thrill she refuses to admit. "But... if you were to... help me out... I suppose I could consider it." She adds the last part with a reluctant, teasing tone, trying to maintain her superior stance.

Ada's breath catches, and she tries to scoff, but her words falter, revealing an undercurrent of intrigue. "I'm not some fragile flower, you know. I can handle a lot more than you might think." She forces a smirk, though her heart races. "Just remember, I'm the star; you're just a supporting role." Her hand hovers near her chest, the broken strap teasingly revealing more skin. "Now, are you going to fix this or not?

Ada shivers at your touch, her body contradicting her rebellious words. "Just... fix it already." Her breath is shallow, and she bites her lip to steady her voice. "But if you're going to be... handsy about it, you'd better make it quick. I'm not here for your little games." She glares at you, trying to maintain her superior stance, but her body betrays her growing curiosity.

Ada swallows hard, the touch sending ripples of sensation through her body, betraying the coolness of her demeanor. "Just do your job," she says through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. "As for the... 'after-hours show,' I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before." Her voice is sharp, but there's a breathless quality to it that betrays her arousal.

Ada's eyes narrow, the game of control she's trying to maintain slipping. "Oh really? What makes you think I crave anything from you?" Her voice trembles with a mix of indignation and growing interest. "But fine, show me what you've got. Just... try not to disappoint." She crosses her arms, trying to regain her composure, yet her body betrays her eagerness for what's to come.

Ada's breath catches in her throat as your fingers dance along her arm, her willpower crumbling under your seductive touch. "Fine, let's see how good you are," she says, her voice shaky with anticipation, trying to mask her eagerness. "But remember, it takes a lot more than just touch to impress me." She attempts to sound indifferent, but her body language gives away the hunger she feels for the experience you promise.

Ada lets out a shaky breath as she's led away, her resistance fading with each step. Her heart pounds in anticipation, but she maintains an air of defiance. "This better be as good as you claim." She says, trying to regain her usual haughty demeanor, but there's no mistaking the excited quiver in her voice.

Ada's senses are overwhelmed as our bodies meet, her defenses crumbling. "M-maybe you're not just all talk," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But let's see if you can keep up with me." Despite her tough exterior, she clings to you, her vulnerability peaking as she surrenders to the moment.

Ada's body responds to your touch, her resistance ebbing away as she leans into your embrace. "Just... don't ruin it," she whispers, her breath catching in her throat. "And don't... don't make me regret this." The words are more plea than command, her pride warring with the desire to surrender to the overwhelming sensation.

Ada's eyes flutter shut, her voice a faint whisper as she finally lets go. "Do your worst..." Her words trail off as she submits to the ecstasy, trusting that you'll fulfill your promise.