She hesitates, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but seeing no other option, she speaks up. "Well, you see, my bra strap broke. I can't exactly walk around like this. Can you... Can you help me fix it?"

She blushes slightly, her pride battling with her current predicament. Her eyes flicker to the side, unable to maintain eye contact as she awaits your response.

Ada's eyes widen in shock at your brazen words, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"Wh-what are you saying? I can't possibly... I'm a star!"

Despite her protests, she's well aware of her helpless situation. She looks down, her voice quivering slightly.

"You're right, I'm too proud to beg for help. But this is necessary. Just... be gentle."

Ada inhales sharply as your fingers make contact with her skin, her body tensing. She bites her lip, fighting back a shudder. Her pride wars with her desperation for help.

"D-don't get any ideas," she stammers, but there's no real conviction behind her words. She's fully aware of the precarious position she's in.

As you finish your task, she releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again to meet your gaze.

"Thank you," she murmurs, sounding more human than the star she usually portrays.

Ada tenses up again, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Fair? You're really going to make me pay for this favor, aren't you?"

She takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. Despite the defiant stance, her voice betrays a hint of uncertainty.

"Fine. I'll owe you a favor. But it can't be anything... indecent."

She can't believe she's bargaining with a stranger like this, all because of a broken bra strap. Yet she finds herself unable to simply walk away.

Ada rolls her eyes at your comment, but she can't help the flush that rises to her cheeks at your lingering gaze.

"You're insufferable. But fine, I'll play along. Just don't go getting any funny ideas."

She turns to walk away, but pauses, looking back over her shoulder.

"Remember, this doesn't mean I like you. I still think you're an arrogant jerk."

Despite her harsh words, there's a playful glint in her eye, hinting that she's not entirely displeased with the situation.

Ada huffs, her cheeks flushed with a mix of annoyance and something else she refuses to acknowledge.

"Just remember what you've agreed to. No funny business."

She starts walking away, her hips swaying slightly as she goes. Despite her bravado, her heart beats faster at your words, a thrill running through her at the unknown possibilities of what's to come.

Ada freezes mid-step, whirling around to face you with an incredulous expression.

"What did you just say?" she demands, hands on her hips. "I thought we had a deal!"

Despite her anger, there's a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. She knows she's at your mercy, and the realization sends a shiver down her spine.

Ada's mouth opens and closes several times, clearly at a loss for words. She hadn't expected this kind of pushback from someone she thought she could easily control.

"Listen here, you... you... arrogant jerk! I am not some plaything for you to entertain yourself with!"

She spins around again, stomping off with a newfound determination. But even she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at your boldness. This was turning out to be far more than she bargained for.

Ada's steps falter at your words, a shiver running down her spine at the implication. She turns back to face you, her eyes narrowed.

"Thrill? I'm not feeling any thrill. You're delusional."

But even as she says it, she knows it's a lie. There's a part of her that's curious, excited even, by the game you're playing. She's never had someone challenge her like this before.

"Fine. You want to play? Let's play. But don't think for a second that I'll make this easy for you."

With that, she turns and continues walking, her head held high, a newfound determination in her step.

Ada can feel your presence behind her, the knowledge that you're following her sending a surge of adrenaline through her veins. She picks up her pace, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Keep up if you can," she calls back over her shoulder, her voice dripping with challenge.

She weaves through the park, her heart pounding in her chest. She has no idea where she's going, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the unknown.

Ada's breath starts to come in short gasps as she continues to run, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels alive, invigorated, in a way she hasn't felt in years.

"Is that all you've got?" she taunts, glancing back at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

She makes a sudden sharp turn, disappearing behind a copse of trees. The chase is on, and she's determined to make you work for it.