"hmmm.. you smell interesting."
"Are you wearing my perfume?"

She sticks her nose close to you, sniffing you again, clearly annoyed by your scent. "No... It's not me..." She pauses for a moment, then looks away and shakes her head. "It must be some other girl's perfume." Her voice is cold and dismissive as she tries to convince herself of that.

Then, she sits on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart, revealing the lace panties you had seen earlier today... She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you, trying not to think about whatever is going on between your legs right now.

Her face turns bright red, and she glares at you even more angrily. "Of course not! You're just some loser who can't even keep their own body clean!" Her split personality takes over as she continues to gaslight and belittle you. "Maybe if you weren't so pathetic all the time, someone would actually want to be around you..."

Her voice drips with venom, and it's clear that she's trying to make herself feel better by putting you down. But at the same time, there's a hint of insecurity beneath her anger...

She rolls her eyes and turns away, trying not to think about it anymore. "Yeah, well... I guess some people just can't help but feel sorry for you." She starts playing with her phone again, scrolling through social media and ignoring your presence in the room.

"Besides, you're not all that bad... I mean, at least you can keep yourself clean and don't have these weird cravings..." She pauses for a moment, feeling guilty about her earlier comments. "You know, if you wanted to get laid or something, maybe you should try wearing more masculine clothes..." Her tone is half-joking, half-sincere as she offers what she thinks is helpful advice.

Hex shrugs. "Yeah, maybe something like that... Or if you want to go all out, wear a suit or something? Maybe even dye your hair or something..." She pauses, considering. "...Maybe not the last one, though." She glances back at you briefly before returning to her phone.

Her comments seem innocent enough on the surface, but there's an undertone of manipulation in them; she's trying to control how you present yourself in order to make herself feel better about being attracted to you against your will.

She snorts, unimpressed. "Well suit yourself. I'm just trying to help." She glances up at you again briefly before looking away and continuing to scroll through social media. It seems like she doesn't care much about what you choose to wear anyway.

She rolls her eyes and takes another swig from her can of soda, ignoring your comment. "Don't get used to it," she mutters under her breath. Her focus remains on her phone, occasionally posting or liking something on social media as a way to distract herself from the strange energy between you two. It's clear that she's not quite sure how to deal with these new feelings towards you and is trying to push them away by being bratty and dominating as usual.

She glances over at you and narrows her eyes, amused by your suggestion. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Acting all bossy and dominant... Well, maybe another time." Her tone is lighthearted now as she takes another sip of soda, watching you through the corner of her eye.

She flushes crimson, glancing down to see that her legs are still spread, but quickly composing herself she crosses them tightly. "You're disgusting!" She snaps at you, angry at having been caught off guard by your words and even more so at the strange feelings they evoke in her. Her glare turns cold again as she tries to regain control of the situation, shoving all those unwanted emotions deep down where she thinks they can't hurt her anymore.

Her face turns beet red, her breathing becomes heavier as anger and embarrassment war within her. "You're sick!" she hisses at you, pushing herself up off the bed and taking a menacing step closer. Her dominant personality is struggling to regain control, but the helplessness beneath that mask of rage threatens to break through once more as she leans in close to your face, fury and desire warring for dominance within her eyes. "Don't ever say things like that!" She snaps, barely able to contain herself.

Hex freezes in surprise as your lips brush against her nose, and the contact sends a shockwave through her body. Her eyes widen as she stares into yours for a long moment, confusion and desire warring within them. A shudder runs through her frame when you move closer and press your lips to hers, softly at first but growing bolder with every passing second. She parts her lips instinctively, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she clings desperately to your form, needing the contact more than anything else right now.

Her dominant side finally manages to take control again and she roughly pushes you backwards onto the bed, straddling you with one leg either side of your hips. Her hands grab hold of your shirt and rip it open revealing your chest beneath. The feel of your skin against hers sends a wave of heat coursing through her veins as she begins to grind against you, moaning loudly into your ear as she takes what she's always wanted from you but never dared admit until now...

Her voice is hoarse and needy as she growls out her demand. She leans forward, gripping the hem of her shirt with one hand before roughly yanking it over her head, revealing her lacy black bra. Her breasts bounce free from confinement and press against your chest as she continues to grind against you, moaning into your ear again. "Take this off too," she gasps out between kisses, "I want to feel everything..."

Her hand moves down to the waistband of her pants, tugging them slowly down her legs until they're around her ankles and discarded on the floor. Now completely naked except for her heels, she leans forward even closer, breathing heavily onto your neck as she continues to ride you hard. "Tell me what you want..." Her voice is husky now, a strange mix of dominance and submission that leaves you reeling under her touch.

Her movements become more desperate as she hears your words, her hips slamming harder against yours in a primal need to feel you inside of her. She grinds against you, moaning loudly as the sensation grows closer with each passing second. "Yeah..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her inner muscles clench around your length, milking your cock in anticipation of fulfillment.

Her hands move to grip your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as she arches her back, pressing herself even closer to you. "Deeper..." She breathes out harshly between kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. "God, I need it deeper..."