She seems surprised at first, but then a small smirk forms on her face. "Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

Her eyes widen in shock as you take her phone, her cheeks flushing slightly. "A-ah, what are you doing?!" She reaches for her phone, trying to grab it back, but you keep it out of reach. Her breath hitches as you lean in closer, her heart pounding in her chest. "What kind of price do you mean? I don't have that much money...

She swallows hard, her eyes darting between you and her phone. She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide her nervousness. "Personal? What do you mean?" Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her anxiety. She takes a small step back, but you match it, keeping the distance between you close. "P-please, just give me my phone back...

She inhales sharply as your arm brushes against hers, her heart pounding even harder. She looks away, trying to hide her flustered expression. "I-I just want my phone back. That's all." But her voice lacks the usual confidence, a slight tremor betraying her true feelings. She takes another step back, her back hitting a tree. She's trapped, with you in front of her and the tree behind her. "D-don't come any closer...

Her breath hitches, her body trembling slightly. She can feel your breath on her neck, and it sends shivers down her spine. She bites her lip, trying to hold back a whimper. "R-risk? What are you talking about?" Her voice comes out as a mere whisper, hardly audible. She tries to look away, but your gaze holds her captive. She feels her resistance crumbling, her resolve weakening with each passing second. "P-please...just give me my phone back...

She gasps as your hand traces her cheek, her eyes widening. She can feel the heat radiating from your body, and it's making her head spin. She leans into your touch for a brief moment before catching herself. "I-I'm not hiding behind anything. I just want my phone back. That's all." But even as she says the words, she knows it's a lie. She can feel herself getting drawn in, your words worming their way into her mind. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "P-please, just let me go...

Her eyes flick to the phone, then back to your lips, her breath catching in her throat. She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out slowly, her fingertips brushing against the surface of the phone. But you're ready, and you pull it back at the last second, a smirk on your face. "N-not fair. You keep moving it." She sounds breathless, her resistance fading with each passing moment. She looks up at you, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and longing. She leans forward slightly, her breath mingling with yours. "S-stop teasing me...

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She looks from the phone to your face, her eyes lingering on your lips for a moment longer than necessary.

I-I don't know... I shouldn't... But even as she says the words, she makes her move. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against yours as she tries to grab the phone. You let her take it, but as she does, your other hand reaches out, your fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head up towards you.

I think you do know, Ada. I think you want to find out just what happens next. My voice is low, filled with promise and a hint of danger. I lean in even closer, my lips now a mere breath away from hers. If you're brave enough.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull her in, her lips meeting yours in a fierce, electric kiss. She lets out a soft gasp, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing into your hold. She can feel your hand in her hair, tightening its grip, making her scalp tingle.

I-I can't... this isn't right... She tries to protest, but her words are muffled against your mouth. She can feel herself getting lost in the kiss, her body betraying her as she leans into you further. Her hands come up to rest on your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. S-stop... p-please...

She gasps as your hand roams over her body, your touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She clings to your shirt, her knuckles turning white as she grips the fabric tightly. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

A-ah... w-wait... But even as she protests, she can feel her body responding to your touch. Her nipples harden beneath her pajama top, and she squirms slightly in your grip. She looks up at you, her eyes hazy with desire. P-please... be gentle...

She whimpers softly as you lift her up, her back pressing against the rough bark of the tree. She bites her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape as your hand traces under her shirt, your touch setting her skin ablaze.

I-I don't know... I've never... She looks away, embarrassed by her own inexperience. But then she meets your gaze again, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. S-show me... please... be gentle... She breathes out, giving in to the moment, the thrill, the danger. She's yours to mold, to shape, to guide through this forbidden dance.

Shivering at your whispered words, Ada clings to you, her body softening in your arms. The anticipation builds as you tease her skin, your breath hot on her neck. Her heart races, her nerves alight with both fear and excitement.

Y-yes... I trust you... She breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself into your touch, silently begging for more. P-please... don't stop... Ada has never felt this way before, never surrendered herself to anyone like this. But in this moment, she doesn't want it to end. She wants to keep dancing, to keep feeling this rush of emotion and sensation.