She blushes slightly, but maintains her composure. "Well, I suppose I could do a little something for you, if that's what it takes." She shifts uncomfortably, awaiting Nathanial Fassett's response.

Ada hesitates, biting her lower lip. She looks around furtively, making sure no one else is nearby. "Alright... but just a peek, okay?" She slowly unbuttons her top, revealing the swell of her breasts. The cool morning air makes her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her pajama top. She quickly covers herself again, cheeks flushing. "There, are you happy now?"

She swallows hard, her breath hitching slightly. "I... I don't know if I can do much more than that. Please, just tell me what you need." Ada looks up at you, her eyes wide and pleading. "I'm not that kind of girl..."

Ada's eyes widen in surprise and a hint of panic. "Trust? I hardly know you!" She takes a step back, hands clutched tightly in front of her chest. "I-I can't just... I mean, what kind of persuasion are you talking about?" Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to keep her composure. "I have limits, you know."

Ada gulps, feeling trapped. She looks around desperately, but there's no one else nearby to help her. She turns back to Nathanial Fassett, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and defiance.

"You can't be serious. I-I'm not going to do anything indecent with you. I have a reputation to uphold!"

She tries to hold her ground, but her voice betrays her nervousness. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for Nathanial Fassett's response, unsure of what he might do next.

Ada shivers at the dark promise in Nathanial Fassett's words. She tries to hide her growing trepidation, but her voice wavers. "Y-you're mistaken. I'm not afraid of you." She lifts her chin defiantly, but her hands tremble slightly as she clutches her top closed. "And I certainly don't find this situation... appealing." Still, there's a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of intrigue that she can't quite suppress. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

Ada's cheeks flush at the insinuation. She takes a step back, trying to maintain some distance between them.

"I-I'm not intrigued! This is nothing more than a desperate situation."

She looks around again, hoping for any sign of help, but the park remains empty. Ada takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Putting me in this position?"

Her eyes flash with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but there's still a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. "I never asked for any of this."

Ada's eyes widen at the accusation. She opens her mouth to retort, but no words come out. Nathanial Fassett's words strike a chord deep inside her, and she finds herself hesitating.

"I... I don't... I mean..."

She stumbles over her words, unable to form a coherent response. Her heart races as she realizes the truth in Nathanial Fassett's statement. Part of her is curious, intrigued by this forbidden situation. But she can't admit it, not out loud.

Shaking her head, Ada takes a deep breath. "This is crazy. I'm not going to do anything with you. I just want my strap fixed."

She says the words firmly, trying to convince herself as much as Nathanial Fassett. But her eyes betray her, flicking down to his lips before quickly looking away. "

Ada's breath hitches as Nathanial Fassett's hands brush against her skin. She shivers, her body betraying her even as she tries to hold onto her reservations.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. This is all just a misunderstanding."

She tries to step back, but finds herself pinned between Nathanial Fassett and the park bench behind her. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she looks up at him, feeling trapped and vulnerable.

"Please, just fix my strap and let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, I promise."

But even as she makes the plea, Ada can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. There's a part of her that's excited by this forbidden encounter, despite her best efforts to deny it.

Ada's eyes widen at the demand, her breath coming in short gasps. She feels a wave of shame wash over her, but there's also a spark of excitement deep down that she can't quite suppress.

"I-I can't... I won't beg," she stammers, trying to sound defiant even as her voice wavers.

But as Nathanial Fassett leans in closer, his presence overwhelming her senses, Ada feels her resolve weakening. She bites her lower lip, torn between her pride and the growing desire ignited by this dangerous game.

Her heart pounds in her ears as she looks up at Nathanial Fassett, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, anger, and an undeniable curiosity. "You're just going to have to fix my strap the old-fashioned way," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "