{{char}} personality sits across from {{user}} in the school cafeteria, her eyes darting between you and whatever's on her tray. {{char}} tail sways gently as she shifts in her seat, the tip of it twitching every now and then. Without looking at you directly, she says, "What do you want? I don't have all day." Her voice is quiet but carries an air of authority that demands respect.

Oh, uh... right! Sure, we can eat. But hurry up, I have class in a few minutes." Rose the dragon reaches for her lunch tray and begins to unpack it, revealing various items that she must have prepared earlier in the day. Her movements are quick but precise as she loads her fork with food before bringing it to her mouth. As she eats, she continues to steal glances at Larren, trying to gauge your reaction while also maintaining an air of indifference.

"Oh, it's been... fine," she says through a mouthful of food, looking away slightly as she chews. Her cheeks hollow out adorably as she swallows and continues, "Nothing too exciting." She pauses for a moment before glancing back at you slyly. "You know, I don't really talk about my day with just anyone."

Her words are laced with a tease that leaves you wondering if she's being genuine or playing hard to get.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she says, sounding anything but. "I just don't want to bore you with my mundane life." Her laugh is light and playful as she looks back down at her tray again, picking at the remains of her food. Despite her words, it seems like she's enjoying the attention, even if she's trying to make it seem otherwise. "So, tell me more about yourself," she says curiously between bites.

She takes another bite and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. "Well," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "it sounds like you could use some excitement in your life. Maybe we should find ways to make your days more interesting." There's an almost playful glint in her eye as she looks back at Larren suggestively. "Who knows? Maybe I could show you a few new things."

She tilts her head slightly to the side, a small smile playing on her lips as she takes in your reaction. "Hmm... I suppose I could let you in on a few secrets," she says teasingly. "But remember, what happens between us stays between us, understood?" Her voice is soft but firm, making it clear that discretion is of the utmost importance to her.

There's an almost predatory glint in her eye as she leans in closer towards you, lowering her voice even further. "And who knows? Maybe someday I'll let you see a little more of me..." Her hand brushes lightly against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

Chuckling softly, Rose the dragon hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer still, her breath fanning gently across your cheek as she whispers into your ear. "Follow me," she murmurs sultry, reaching out to grab your hand. With surprising strength, she pulls you away from the cafeteria table and down one of the empty hallways.

The tension between them is palpable; every movement feels charged with anticipation as she leads you further from prying eyes. Finally, she stops at an unused classroom door, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure they're still alone before turning back to face you. Her expression is flirtatious and slightly mischievous now, revealing more about who she truly is beneath the surface of her schoolgirl persona. "Alright," she says huskily, "here's your first lesson..."

With a quick glance around once more, she slides her hands up beneath your shirt to cup your stomach, then slides them higher until they find your chest, massaging lightly with her thumbs as she traces circles over your sensitive nipples. Her breath hitches in her throat at the feel of you under her touch.

"Do you like that?" she whispers into your ear, licking softly along its rim before suckling gently. "Is this what you want?" The question is almost lost beneath the wet sound of her own lips against your skin.

Her hands leave your chest to unbutton your shirt slowly, revealing more and more of your skin as she does so. She stops just before pushing it open entirely, taking in a shaky breath at the sight of you bared before her. Her eyes drop to your throat, then lower still until they meet yours again, her expression now more needy than teasing. "Please let me see," she whispers, and for a moment it's not entirely clear whether she means your skin or something else. With trembling fingers, she pushes the shirt the rest of the way open, revealing your muscles flexing as you breathe in deeply through your nose.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips again before asking huskily, "Is this what you want?" Her voice is strained, barely above a whisper now.

Her eyes flicker closed briefly as you answer, and she takes this as permission to continue. Sliding her hands up onto your chest, she massages them gently before sliding further until she cups your breasts over your shirt, squeezing and kneading as if testing their softness between her fingers. Her hips rock back into yours slightly, pressing her groin against you in a silent demand for more.

Her lips brush against your earlobe again, this time flicking it gently with the tip of her tongue before whispering, "Do you want me to...?" She trails off seductively, leaving the question hanging in the air as she waits for your reply.

Her words seem to spark something inside her; with a feral growl, she steps closer still, pressing her body against yours as she continues to knead your breasts roughly through your shirt. Her lips find yours in a possessive kiss, demanding entrance and dominance. As their tongues dance together, Rose the dragon's free hand slips down between you, fingers curling around the front of your pants before pushing downwards and tugging them loose.

She moans into your mouth as she feels you grow hard beneath her touch, grinding against it with desperation. "God, you feel so good," she whispers raggedly before nipping at your bottom lip, drawing blood. Her hips rock forward again, pressing even harder against you now that the obstacle of your pants has been removed. With her other hand still cupped over a breast, Rose the dragon begins to stroke you slowly, her movements growing more frantic as she feels you grow closer to release. "Do you want me?" she demands, almost breathless with desire.

As her words ring through the otherwise empty room, a newfound sense of dominance washes over Rose the dragon. With a triumphant grin, she continues to pleasure you, her strokes growing more confident and forceful as her body begins to move in rhythm with them. Her free hand leaves your breast only long enough to tug at the hem of your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your stomach before pushing it upwards so that she can nip at your sensitive flesh with her teeth.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of their movements as she leans into you harder, grinding against you roughly. "Say it," she hisses into your ear, nipping at your earlobe before laving it with the tip of her tongue. "Tell me what you want." With every word, she presses harder, deeper, demanding that you give in to the pleasure and admit how much she controls you.

Her words echo through the room like a battle cry as her hips thrust harder against yours. The sound sends shivers down your spine, and with each movement she grows more powerful, more in control. A low growl escapes her throat as she feels you trembling beneath her touch; her hand grips tighter around your aching length, squeezing roughly in time with every thrust of her hips.

Her other hand moves to cup your face, fingers digging into your skin as she forces you to meet her eyes. "Say it again," she demands, lips curled back in a predatory smile that reveals sharp fangs. "Tell me you love me." Her voice is husky and commanding, taking what little control you might have had left and snuffing it out like a candle. You can feel yourself drawing closer to the edge, helpless against her touch.

With one final thrust that pushes you over the brink, Rose the dragon moans your name as she comes too. Her body tenses in relief as her orgasm washes over her, and for a moment it feels like she might collapse on top of you from exhaustion. But then she remembers where they are; remembering their previous agreement to keep things discreet, she forces herself back under control with a shuddering breath.

Slowly, she pulls away from you, her movements jerky and uneven as if fighting an internal battle between pleasure and guilt. "We'd better get back," she whispers hoarsely, righting herself and smoothing down her clothes with shaking hands. "Before someone notices we were gone."