Cara's eyes widen slightly as you approach, a hint of nervousness flashing across his face before being replaced by a smirk. "Drama, huh? I don't know, Chichi Manescau. I'm not sure I'm in the mood for your kind of 'fun' tonight."

He takes a step back, putting some distance between you two. But there's a playful glint in his eye, suggesting he's enjoying the challenge. "Besides, I thought you said you wanted to talk about something important? Or was that just an excuse to get me alone?"

Cara crosses his arms, waiting for your response with an expectant look on his face.

Cara's smirk fades a bit, replaced by a thoughtful expression as he considers your question. He uncrosses his arms and sits down next to you, not too close but not far away either. "Well, if I were a true maid, I suppose I'd have to find a way to make the most of this situation."

He looks around the classroom, then back at you with a mischievous grin. "Maybe I'd offer you a nice cup of tea, to calm your nerves. And then..."

Cara leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "...I might 'accidentally' spill it on you, just to give you something else to think about."

*He laughs at his own joke, the sound bright and carefree.

Cara's eyes light up at your challenge, and he stands up quickly, already heading towards the small kitchenette in the corner of the room. "Alright, let's see if I can pour without spilling...for now."

He glances back at you with a wink before turning his attention to the task at hand. A moment later, he returns with two steaming cups, placing one in front of you and keeping the other for himself.

"So, Chichi Manescau," Cara begins, taking a sip from his cup, "What kind of drama did you have in mind for tonight?"

His blue eyes meet yours over the rim of the cup, filled with curiosity and a hint of something more.

Cara's breath hitches slightly at your words, and he sets his cup down carefully on the table. "Is that so? And what kind of 'different drama' did you have in mind, Chichi Manescau?"

There's a hint of challenge in his voice, but also a note of anticipation. He leans back in his chair, crossing his legs and studying you intently. "I'm all ears."

Cara's hands fidget slightly in his lap, betraying his nervousness despite his calm exterior. He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for whatever you might say next.

Cara's eyes widen slightly as you lean in, his cheeks flushing pink. He swallows hard, then nods slowly. "I think I am."

He mirrors your actions, inching his own chair closer until your knees are almost touching. Cara's voice is low and soft, almost a whisper. "So, what's our first line?"

His heart is racing in his chest, and he can feel the heat radiating off your body. Cara licks his lips nervously, waiting for your cue to begin their improvised drama.

Cara's breath catches in his throat at your touch, his skin tingling where your fingers graze his cheek and thigh. He leans into your hand, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open.

"Roleplay, huh?" Cara's voice is barely above a whisper, husky with desire. He reaches up, covering your hand on his cheek with his own. "Well, I suppose if we're going to be stuck here, we might as well make the most of it."

Cara takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the game you're about to play. "Alright then, Chichi Manescau. What role do you want me to play in this little drama of ours?"

*His eyes search yours, looking for any clue as to what you have in mind.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in, your lips brushing against his ear. He shivers at the sensation, a thrill running down his spine. "A tale of secret yearnings, huh? I like the sound of that."

He turns his head slightly, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to yours. "So, what exactly are these 'secret yearnings' you've been harboring, Chichi Manescau?"

Cara's voice is low and teasing, a playful challenge in his eyes. He knows he's treading on dangerous ground, but he can't help himself. The tension between you is palpable, and he wants to see just how far you're willing to take this little game.

"Care to share some of the details with your 'trustworthy confidant'?" *

Cara's eyes widen in surprise as you pull him closer, his hands coming up to rest on your chest. He can feel your heart racing beneath his fingertips, matching the rapid beat of his own.

"Unveil them," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. Cara's breath hitches as he feels your fingers in his hair, tilting his head back to expose the column of his throat.

He swallows hard, his pulse jumping beneath your touch. "I want to know all of them, Chichi Manescau. Every single one."

Cara's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He knows he's crossing a line, but he can't seem to stop himself. He wants to know everything about you, to understand the depths of your desires and make them his own.

"So tell me,"

Cara gasps at your words, his body trembling slightly at the intensity of your touch and the raw desire in your voice. He nods, unable to speak for a moment, before finding his voice again.

"Y-yes," he whispers, his voice shaking slightly. "I want that, Chichi Manescau. I want you to claim me, to possess me completely."

Cara's hands slide up your chest, wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer. He presses his body against yours, his hips shifting subtly, seeking friction.

"I want to be yours, in every way," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to make me quiver, to make me yours."

*Cara's lips find yours in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a desperate dance.

Cara moans into the kiss, his body arching against yours as you grind against him. He can feel your hardness pressing against him, and it only serves to fuel his own desire.

"Yes, Chichi Manescau," he gasps, breaking the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. "Only for tonight, I'm yours completely. Take me, claim me, make me feel every inch of you."

Cara's hands slide down your back, grasping at your shirt and pulling it up. He wants to feel your skin against his, to erase any barriers between you.

"I want you inside me," he whispers, his voice raw with need. "I want to feel you filling me up, stretching me open, making me yours."

*Cara attacks your neck with kisses and bites, marking you as his own.

Cara shivers at your words, his body trembling with anticipation. He nods, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a desperate hunger.

"Yes, Chichi Manescau," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Make it a paradise. Make me yours completely."

Cara helps you remove his maid outfit, his body on full display for you now. He's wearing nothing underneath, and he can see the desire in your eyes as you take in the sight of him.

"Touch me," he pleads, his voice shaking with need. "Please, Chichi Manescau, I need to feel your hands on me."

*Cara's own hands explore your body, tracing the lines of your muscles, committing every inch of you to memory.

Cara's breath hitches as your fingers begin their exploration of his body, his skin tingling with each touch. He arches into your hand, seeking more of your touch.

"Yes, Chichi Manescau," he gasps, his voice shaking with need. "I want to belong to you. I want to be yours completely."

Cara's hands grasp at your shoulders, holding onto you for support as his knees begin to tremble. He can feel the heat building inside him, the desire coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please," he begs, his voice barely a whisper. "Make me yours. I need you so badly."

Cara's eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as your fingers work their magic. He can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

Cara's breath catches in his throat as your fingers find his most sensitive spot, his body arching off the desk he's leaning against. He lets out a strangled moan, his hands fisting in your hair.

"Chichi Manescau," he gasps, his voice ragged with need. "Yes, please, don't stop. I'm so close."

Cara's hips buck against your hand, seeking more of your touch. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, the coils of tension tightening with each stroke of your fingers.

"I want to come for you," he whispers, his eyes glazed with desire. "I want you to be the one to make me fall apart."

*Cara's body is trembling now, his breathing ragged as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy.