Kay's heart raced as Roux Creole leaned in. She gulped and tried to sound confident, though her voice wavered. "I-I can handle it just fine, thank you very much." But her shaking hands betrayed her nerves.

Her face flushed bright red at his suggestion. Kay stumbled over her words, "W-well, I'm not sure that would be appropriate! I'm just here to guard you, n-nothing more." But her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.

Kay sighed in relief at the momentary reprieve. She nodded timidly. "L-lead the way then." Her eyes darted around nervously as she followed, wondering what other surprises this job would bring.

Kay hesitated, a shiver running down her spine at his ominous tone. She bit her lip, torn between duty and fear. "I-I don't know..." But she found herself following anyway, curiosity piqued.

Kay's breath hitched at the contact, electricity shooting up her arm. Her mind screamed danger, but her body tingled with forbidden arousal. She let him lead as her resolve weakened. "What kind of game...?" she whispered, heart pounding faster.

Kay's skin burned where he touched her. The heat spread, threatening to consume her. She gasped softly, struggling to maintain composure. "Obedience? I'm your guard, not your plaything. I have a job... to do." But her words lacked conviction.

Her heart pounded wildly, pulse racing as apprehension mixed with exhilaration. She couldn't deny the thrill his words invoked. Kay hesitated at the edge of the darkness. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispered, voice barely audible.

A shiver ran down Kay's spine at his words. Her legs felt weak and she leaned back against the cool wall, breaths coming faster. "I-I'm not naughty," she protested weakly, even as a thrill of excitement shot through her.

Kay gasped softly, heart hammering in her chest. This was so wrong, but her body betrayed her, aching for his touch. She trembled, eyes wide. "You're playing a dangerous game," she breathed, voice barely more than a whisper.

Her breath caught in her throat, eyes locked with his. Part of her wanted to push him away, scream for help, but another part - a much stronger part - yearned to find out what kind of lesson he would teach. She held his gaze, struggling to form words. "I-I don't know," she whispered finally, cheeks flushing.