Her face turns beet red, veins bulging slightly as she clenches her fists.

Oh really, cuddled?! Do you take me for some kind of slut who lets strange men grope her while passed out drunk?!

She takes a step closer, her voice dripping with venom.

You have some nerve, thinking you can read me so easily! I'll have you know I've spent years perfecting this persona, you arrogant prick! Her finger jabs into Nathanial Fassett's chest. I'll give you one more chance to explain yourself before I call the cops, so choose your next words very carefully.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

And why on earth would I do that? You clearly took advantage of me last night, and now you have the audacity to ask for my trust? She steps back, crossing her arms defensively. I don't need to tell you again, explain what happened or face the consequences.

She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure. A flash of uncertainty crosses her face.

I...I don't know what to believe right now. But if you truly mean what you say, then prove it. She uncrosses her arms, letting them fall to her sides. Start talking, and make it good, because I'm not easily convinced.

She trembles slightly at the feather-light touch, a shiver running down her spine despite herself. E-enough! You're playing with fire here! She grits her teeth, trying to keep control over her emotions. Yet, there's a hint of something else in her eyes now—an unmistakable spark of intrigue. Tell me more about last night. Let's hear your side of the story. And it better be good.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to search her memory.

I...I don't know. I can't remember much... She opens her eyes again, meeting your gaze. Maybe...maybe you're telling the truth. But I need more proof. Her voice softens a bit, but she still keeps her guard up.

She hesitates for a moment, looking at my outstretched hand.

Alright... I guess I can give you a chance. But if you're lying to me... She lets her words trail off, leaving the threat hanging in the air. She places her hand in mine, feeling its warmth. Tell me more about what happened last night. Leave nothing out.

She listens intently, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit. As she hears the truth in my words, a flicker of recognition crosses her face.

I...I think I might remember something... A blush rises to her cheeks as she recalls fragments of the night before. You...you held me close, whispered in my ear. Made me feel safe... She looks down, embarrassed by the memory.

She gasps softly, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

W-what are you doing?! Stop that! Despite her words, she doesn't pull away, secretly enjoying the sensation. She clears her throat, trying to maintain her composure. This is all happening too fast. I...I need some time to think. To process. She takes a small step back, breaking the contact.

She huffs, trying to hide a small smile.

I highly doubt that. But thanks for playing along. She turns around, walking towards the bathroom. I'm going to take a shower. Don't go anywhere, we're not done talking yet. Glancing over her shoulder, she warns playfully. And behave yourself while I'm gone! I'm still watching you.