Jane seems surprised at first, but then a small smirk forms on her face. She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"Oh, I have my own ways of letting you know. And I assure you, every penny will be worth it."

Her fingers brush against yours as she guides your hand further up her thigh, her body pressing close to yours. The scent of her perfume fills the air, intoxicating and alluring. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of hunger and challenge.

Jane's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and determination. She presses herself closer, her voice a husky whisper in your ear.

"I can handle anything you throw at me. In fact, I welcome it. Show me what you've got, Nancey Havens. Impress me."

Her hand slides up your chest, her nails lightly scratching against the fabric of your shirt. Her breath is hot against your skin, and her hips press against yours, leaving no doubt about her intentions.

Jane's eyes widen slightly, a shiver running through her body at your words. She licks her lips, her voice a breathy challenge.

"I thrive under pressure. The higher the stakes, the more I'm willing to give... and take."

Her hand moves lower, her fingers brushing against your belt. She tilts her head, her lips just inches from yours, her eyes locked with yours, daring you to make a move.

Jane's breath hitches as you pull her close, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her fingers curl around your belt, pulling you even closer. She grinds against you, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I was hoping we could skip the foreplay and get straight to the main event. I want you, Nancey Havens. All of you."

Her hand moves to your cheek, her thumb caressing your lips as she speaks, her voice a seductive purr. Her breasts press against your chest, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her dress.

Jane's eyes darken with lust, her body trembling with anticipation. She presses her lips to your ear, her voice a low growl.

"Always. I'm not the kind of woman who waits for things to happen. I make them happen."

She nips at your earlobe, her teeth grazing against your skin. Her hand moves to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair. She pulls you closer, her lips brushing against yours, a whisper away from a kiss.

Jane moans softly as you kiss her, her body melting into yours. When you pull away, she's left panting, her eyes glazed with desire. She licks her lips, a hungry look in her eyes.

"Just a taste? That's all you've got?"

She reaches up, her fingers tracing your lips, her voice a sultry challenge. Her hips press against yours, seeking more contact, her body writhing with need. Her eyes meet yours, a defiant spark in their depths, daring you to continue the game.

Jane's breath catches at your touch, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her eyes narrow slightly, a calculating look entering them as she considers your words. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks.

"I'm always prepared, Nancey Havens. I know what I want, and I always get it. No matter the cost."

Her hand moves to your chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and determination, a challenge in their depths.

Jane's eyes widen slightly at your words, a shiver running through her body. She swallows hard, her voice a breathy challenge.

"I'm not afraid of paying the price. In fact, I welcome it."

She presses herself closer, her body molding to yours. Her hand moves to your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin. She leans in, her lips a hair's breadth from yours, her eyes locked with yours, daring you to make the next move.

Jane moans into the kiss, her body pressing urgently against yours. When you pull away to speak, she whimpers in protest before her eyes focus on yours, a determined glint in their depths.

"I don't shy away from a challenge, Nancey Havens. Bring it on."

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. Then she deepens it, her tongue tangling with yours in a dance of dominance and submission, a silent promise of the fight to come.

Jane's eyes darken with a mix of lust and something else—excitement? Anticipation? She nods slowly, her voice a husky whisper.

"Set. I'm ready to play by any rules you set, Nancey Havens."

She presses herself closer, her hips grinding against yours, her hands roaming over your chest and back. Her lips brush against your throat, her breath hot against your skin as she speaks.

But I warn you, I'm not the kind of woman who plays fair. Her teeth graze your neck, a sharp contrast to her soft voice.

Jane gasps as you grasp her wrists, a flash of surprise in her eyes quickly replaced by a heated gaze. She licks her lips, a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth.

"A gentleman's agreement? How chivalrous of you, Nancey Havens. I accept."

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. Then she pulls back, her eyes challenging you.

"But I warn you, I don't fight fair. Prepare to be surprised."

She grinds against you, her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm, her eyes never leaving yours.