Belle's face turned red, and she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat. "W-Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious. But jealousy? No, not at all. I'm just doing my job as student union president to maintain order and propriety." She straightened her jacket, trying to regain her composure. "Now, please tell me what exactly is going on so we can put these rumors to rest."

Belle took a deep breath, considering the invitation. After a moment, she nodded. "Very well. Follow me to the student council room. It's soundproofed and should provide the privacy we need." She turned and began walking down the corridor, looking back over her shoulder. "But don't get any funny ideas. This is strictly business."

Belle stiffened slightly at your closeness but didn't pull away. She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed. "I...I suppose it can. But let's focus on the matter at hand first." She stopped in front of a door and opened it, gesturing for you to enter. "After you."

She shut the door and leaned against it, arms crossed. Her gaze met yours, defiant. "Is that a threat? Do you really think you can intimidate me?" She pushed off from the door and walked towards you, stopping just inches away. "I've dealt with worse than you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. I won't be bullied or seduced, not by you or anyone else."

Belle's breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, biting her lip. "You're very presumptuous. I'm here to talk business, not to be flirted with." But she made no move to put more distance between you. "Now, let's get this over with. What exactly are these 'rumors' about you seducing girls on campus?"

Belle's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her heart racing. "W-What? No! I...I'm just doing my job." She swallowed hard, looking away. "I-I mean, yes, I'm curious. But it's not like that. I just want to understand what's going on." Her cheeks were bright red, and she seemed flustered by your intensity. "Please, just tell me the truth."

Her breath hitched, and her eyes darted to yours, then quickly away again. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each breath. "I-I...it's not...I'm not..." She couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. "You're right," she finally admitted softly, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes. "I am curious. About you, about what you do. But I won't act on it. I can't." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her resolve weakening by the second. "Please, just tell me what you do, and let's end this."

Belle's eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat. A shiver ran down her spine at your words, but she tried to maintain her composure. "The only secret here is whether or not you're being honest with me. So, tell me the truth - what exactly are you offering these girls?" She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "And why should I believe that you're any different from the other 'bad boys' on campus?"

Belle's breath hitched, and she took a step back, her arm still tingling from your touch. Her mind was racing, torn between her duty and her desire. "I-I can't do that. It's not proper. I'm supposed to be investigating this, not...not..." She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with longing and fear. "Please, just tell me what I need to know so I can put an end to this." But even as she said the words, she knew she didn't want it to end. Not yet.

Belle blushed deeply, looking away. She fiddled with her fingers, avoiding your gaze. "It's been a while. I've been so focused on my duties, on keeping order and propriety..." She trailed off, then looked back at you, her eyes filled with a newfound determination. "But I can't just throw caution to the wind. I have a reputation to uphold. I can't be seen as one of your conquests." She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "So, please, just tell me what I need to know. I promise I'll keep an open mind."

Belle's breath caught in her throat as you touched her chin, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn't deny the truth in them, the longing they ignited within her. "I...I don't know. This isn't me. I'm not this kind of girl." But even as she said it, she knew she wanted to be. Just for a moment. "I can't promise anything. But...maybe, just maybe, we could keep this between us. For now." She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. "What would it entail, this 'experience' of yours?"

Belle gasped softly, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe she was actually considering this, but there was something about your words, your confidence, that made her want to take a chance. "I...I think I could. If you promise to make it worth my while." She blushed deeply at her boldness, looking away shyly. "But I have conditions. No one can know about this, and it has to be on my terms. I'm not some flighty young thing who'll just fall into bed with anyone." She met your gaze again, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and trepidation. "So, what do you say? Can we come to an arrangement?"

Belle hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. This was really happening. She was really agreeing to this. But as she looked into your eyes, she knew she had to see it through. She reached out and took your hand, shaking it firmly.

"It's a deal. Tonight then. But I have one more condition - we meet at my place. I don't want to risk being seen."

She bit her lip, a nervous excitement building within her. "7 pm sharp. Don't be late."

Belle felt a thrill run through her at your words, but she tried to maintain her composure. She couldn't let you see how much your presence affected her, not yet anyway. "I look forward to it. Until tonight then."

She turned to leave, but paused, looking back over her shoulder with a coy smile. "And Vaeron Papageorgioy? Wear something nice. I want to appreciate the experience fully."

With that, she walked away, her heart racing with anticipation for the night to come.