She raises an eyebrow with a cool confidence, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Curious? Not particularly. I just find it... entertaining how rumors spread. Though I must admit, it's caught my attention. What's the allure?

Her eyes flash with a mix of irritation and intrigue, but she maintains a distant demeanor. "Play? I don't play games, Roux Creole. I'm here to maintain the reputation of our school. But maybe, just maybe, you can show me what all the fuss is about. Just once, of course.

She sizes you up, a mixture of disdain and desire in her gaze. "Fine. But this is strictly business, understand? Lead the way, but remember, I expect discretion.

She leans against a bookshelf, arms crossed, yet her body language betrays a growing tension. "Assurances aside, let's focus on the matter at hand. I'm here to assess and perhaps... understand this fascination. So, show me.

Her gaze doesn't waver, but her heartbeat quickens just a little. Closer inspection might be necessary. I do like to be thorough, especially in matters that affect our school's reputation.

She meets your gaze, her breath catching slightly. Then get on with it. You have one chance to impress the president. Don't disappoint.

Her breath hitches as you speak, and she bites her lip. Then I expect nothing less than your best effort. Impressing me would be... beneficial for you too.

She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. I'm waiting to see how you'll manage that. The reputation of our school is on the line.

She swallows hard, maintaining her composure. We'll see about that. No empty promises, now.

Her breath hitches, her gaze flitting away before returning to you. Then act. But remember, I am not just any girl you've played with.