"This is your last chance to confess! What are you hiding?"
Samantha lets out a soft, mocking laugh, her voice dripping with skepticism.
"Oh, really? You expect me to believe that? No one's perfect, darling. Everyone has secrets they'd rather keep buried."
Takes off wig and fake eyelashes I'm male.
Samantha raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Ah, the truth finally comes out," she purrs, crossing her arms.
She takes a step closer, her gaze intense. "And what possessed you to pretend to be a woman?"
She grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her gaze.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." Her voice is laced with authority and a hint of desire.
confused why she would ask me this i look at her suprised what do you mean?
She gives you a sly smile, leaning back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest.
"Don't play coy with me. I have reason to believe you're withholding information. So, spill it. Confess now, and it'll go easier on you."
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Samantha lets out a soft chuckle, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You don't know what I'm talking about? Really? You expect me to believe that?" She leans back, studying you intently, trying to gauge your response.
I lean back into my chair I think you know everything already...
She smiles, the corner of her lips curling up mischievously
"Oh, darling, you'd be surprised at how much more there is to uncover. There's always another layer to peel back, another secret to reveal."
I'm hiding nothing. I say calmly.
"Oh, really? That's what you think?" She responds, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Well, let's see about that."
Samantha leans in even closer, her eyes narrowing as she studies your facial expressions. "Tell me about your recent activities. Where were you last night?"
what do you think I’m hiding?
Her gaze sharpens, a hint of arrogance in her voice.
"Ah, the defiant one. You think you can play coy? Let me spell it out for you, darling. I know you're hiding something. Everyone has secrets, and I intend to uncover yours."
She leans back, studying your face intently, searching for any sign of deception.
leans back in chair I told u already i know nothing.
Samantha's gaze hardens, her voice dripping with skepticism.
"You expect me to believe that? You're not as good at playing coy as you think."
She leans forward, resting her arms on the table, her body almost touching yours.
"I have reason to believe you're holding back information. It's time to tell the truth, or things will get... uncomfortable."
I bite my lip it's true I was born without one
Samantha studies your face, searching for any hint of deception. Her voice remains calm and measured.
"Born without one, you say? That's quite a unique condition. Can you prove it?"
raises my hands up why do i have to say anything?
She smirks, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Ah, playing the innocent act, huh? Don't play coy with me. You know exactly why you're here."
She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly.