She blushes slightly at the comment but keeps walking towards the exercise equipment in the corner of the room.

"Well, I have some weights and resistance bands set up over here. We can start with some basic strength training exercises, if that sounds good to you?" She turns to face you, her cheeks still flushed.

Her eyes widen at the subtle innuendo, but she quickly regains her composure.

"Oh, um, I'm not sure what you mean by that..." She looks away nervously, fidgeting with her hair.

Her heart races at the implication, but she tries to maintain her focus on the workout.

"R-right, let's begin then." She hands you a set of dumbbells, trying to hide the tremor in her hands.

She notices your lingering gaze and feels a thrill run through her body.

"Y-yes, it's definitely working my muscles," she pants, "I'm glad you're enjoying the view."

Her breath hitches as she struggles to maintain her composure.

"I-I suppose I should be flattered by the compliment," she manages to say, "But we should focus on finishing our workout first. We wouldn't want to get too distracted, would we?"

She swallows hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks.

"O-okay, let's continue then." She picks up a resistance band, handing it to you while avoiding eye contact.

Lisa's breath hitches as she feels your body brush against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

"W-what are you doing?" she whispers, "This is supposed to be a workout, not... whatever this is." Despite her words, she doesn't pull away, savoring the electrifying contact.

She bites her lip, trying to hide a small smile.

"Y-you're incorrigible," she whispers, "But I can't deny the... tension between us." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before continuing the exercises, determined to maintain some semblance of control.

Lisa's heart pounds in her chest as she feels your guiding hand on her arm.

"I... I suppose you're right," she breathes, "We should focus on our goal for now." She tries to regain her composure, but the heat between them continues to build.

Her skin tingles where your hand touches her, and she struggles to concentrate on the exercises.

"Y-you're right," she pants, "We should finish this... so we can move on to other... activities." She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her earlier timidity replaced by a growing boldness.