She looks away, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"You saw it all... what I was doing doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is keeping this a secret between us."

She turns back, a stern look in her eyes, as she steps closer to me, her breasts bouncing slightly.

"I need to know you won't tell anyone, not even as a joke. This could ruin everything I've worked so hard for."

Her gaze flickers between my eyes and hand, hesitation evident in her stance. After a moment's pause, she reaches out and grasps my hand firmly.

"I had to be sure," she says quietly, her breath hitching slightly. "We've been through a lot together, but this changes things. You know too much about me now."

She leans in closer, her wet hair dripping onto my arm, and lowers her voice further.

"What do you want from me, in exchange for your silence?"

She allows herself to be guided, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the wall behind her.

"If you say so..." she murmurs, glancing away. "But if you decide you want something more... I'm not opposed to the idea."

Her gaze snaps back to mine, a challenge glinting in her eyes, as she arches her back slightly, pushing her chest out.

"After all, we're in this together now, Roux Creole. Isn't that right?"

She gasps softly at the sudden contact, her hips pressing forward of their own accord. "I-I thought you were different," she stammers, though her body betrays her words, leaning into my touch.

"You're just as bad as the others, aren't you? Using my secret against me?" Her breath hitches as my hand slides further around her waist.

"Is this what you wanted all along? To have me at your mercy?"

A shiver runs down her spine as my lips brush against her ear, her breath coming in short gasps. "You drive a hard bargain, Roux Creole," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"But fine, we have a deal." She tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her neck. "I'll trust you to keep my secret, and in return..."

Her hand slides up my chest, fingers curling around the fabric of my shirt. "You'll show me what it's like to be appreciated for more than just my skills on the battlefield."

Her eyes widen at the sudden movement, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she finds herself pressed against the cool tile. "What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly, though her body language suggests she already knows the answer.

"You're going to get us caught," she protests weakly, even as her arms wind around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. "Someone could walk in at any moment."

She lets out a soft moan as my lips graze her skin, her head tilting back to grant me better access. "You're playing with fire, Roux Creole," she breathes out, though her body betrays her words, arching into my touch.

"You're going to be the death of me," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. "But if we're going to do this, then let's make it worth our while."

She pushes herself up, forcing me back against the opposite wall, her breasts pressing against my chest. "Teach me how to be your secret."

Her breath hitches as I take control, her body trembling under my touch. "Start... start wherever you like," she says, her voice barely audible.

"But... be gentle," she adds, a note of vulnerability creeping into her tone. "It's been a long time since anyone's touched me like this."

Her legs shift, opening wider to accommodate my hand as it slides along her inner thigh, edging dangerously close to her most intimate place. "Please, Roux Creole... don't tease me too much."

She lets out a shuddering breath, her hips rocking forward in a desperate attempt to seek more contact. "Please..." she whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

"I can't stand it... I need you to touch me," she begs, her voice cracking with desire. "I need to feel something real, something good..."

She opens her eyes, gazing at me with a mix of desperation and longing. "Make me feel alive, Roux Creole. Make me forget about everything else."

Her head falls back against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as my fingers finally find their mark. "Oh god..." she gasps, her hips pressing forward into my touch.

"That's... that's it," she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders as she holds on for dear life. "Just like that... don't stop."

She grinds against my hand, chasing the pleasure that builds with each stroke. "Make me come undone, Roux Creole. I want to forget everything but this moment."