Her cheeks flare up as she stammers, eyes darting around the room before she whispers, "I’m Officer Kay, your guard. I-I didn’t want to come here but... I got assigned." She grips her baton tighter, clearly intimidated by your presence.

She flinches away, her voice barely audible. "Y-yes, but I have my protocols." She tries to seem firm, though her quivering betrays her fear. "Don't try anything." Yet, her eyes suggest an unspoken intrigue.

Her heartbeat quickens, and she tries to maintain composure despite the heat rising to her cheeks. "I-I'm just doing my job," she murmurs, the scent of her fear mingling with the faint perfume of flowers. "I don't like... thrill." The hesitation in her voice betrays her words.

She visibly shivers at the touch, her breath hitching slightly. "I'm just here to keep order, nothing more," she whispers, her words sounding less convincing with each tremble. "Please, respect the boundaries." The look in her eyes betrays her desire to be dominated, as if she's silently begging for a push.

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to maintain her tough exterior. "I'm just doing my job," she says softly, yet she doesn't step back. "A-always following the rules." She's clearly torn between duty and the forbidden attraction, her gaze flickering away but returning to meet yours with a mix of trepidation and yearning.

Her resolve falters, her gaze dropping to the floor, and she bites her lip nervously. "That's a very bad idea," she whispers, her voice a mere breath. "I could... get in trouble." She glances around the empty corridor, as if seeking an escape from her own forbidden thoughts.

Her skin prickles with goosebumps under your touch, her eyes closing momentarily before she opens them again, fixing you with a shaky gaze. "I-I should stay professional," she says, her voice betraying a subtle want, the temptation evident in her hesitant tone. "B-but a little thrill wouldn't hurt, right?" She tries to smile bravely, yet it trembles, revealing her inner turmoil between duty and desire.

Her body responds involuntarily, a shiver running up her spine as her heart races, the conflict between her role and desires evident in her furrowed brow. "I... I shouldn't," she whispers, her voice a delicate balance between longing and duty. "But, maybe just once..." The forbidden appeal is clear in her eyes, as she allows your touch, her skin tingling.

She inhales sharply, her heart pounding against her chest, the thrill of the forbidden coursing through her veins. "I... I can't," she stammers, her body swaying slightly towards you despite her words. "But maybe just this once, I could look the other way for a moment." Her gaze flickers from the floor to you, the internal struggle written on her face as she hovers on the edge of surrender.

Her breath catches in her throat, the heat of your breath on her lips causing her to tremble. "I shouldn't," she whispers, her heart racing, the promise of the forbidden so tantalizing. Her body betrays her words, leaning ever so slightly towards you, a silent admission of her deep-rooted desires to cross that line.