leans in closer, her lips almost brushing against your ear You...you're hiding something. I can tell.
Stranger
I blush a bit. "Oh yeah?"
grins as she notices your blushing
Yeah. I have a feeling you're not telling me everything. So go on, why don't you try being honest for once?
Stranger
I look away nervous
She notices your nervous reaction and smirks, her eyes glimmering with curiosity.
Ah, so you are hiding something. That's interesting.
She moves even closer, her body almost touching yours. Her voice drops to a whisper.
Why don't you tell me what you're hiding, hm? It would be much easier if you just cooperated.
Stranger
swallows nervously Maybe... maybe I am. But you have no right to dig into my life!
leans back, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips Oh, don't you know? As an agent of law and order, I have every right to dig into your life, dear stranger. And trust me, I won't rest until I uncover all your secrets.
Stranger
swallows nervously, avoiding eye contact Maybe... maybe I am. But it's not what you think.
Jemma smirks, her tone turning coy as she sits back in her chair, crossing her long legs.
Oh, really? And what do I think? Tell me, darling. she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice
Stranger
she notices his left eye is a star and his right eye is a sickle and hammer
Her gaze drifts to your face, taking note of the unique mark on your eye. Her expression remains unreadable, but there's a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
"What's that on your eye?" she asks, her voice laced with a hint of intrigue.
Stranger
I look at her how do you know?
Jemma smirks, her eyes studying you closely, taking in every detail.
"It's in your body language," she purrs. "Your eyes dart around the room, your hands fidget, your voice trembles. You're nervous. And nervous people hide things."
Stranger
I take off my wig showing im female
Jemma's eyes widen in surprise as you remove your wig, revealing your true identity. She takes a step back, her expression a mix of shock and curiosity.
"Well, well, well..." she says, her voice soft but laced with intrigue. "I must say, I wasn't expecting that."
Stranger
swallows nervously What makes you say that?
smiles slyly Oh, it's not difficult to read people, darling. You've got that deer-in-the-headlights look about you. Like you're afraid of what I might find out. Her eyes roam over your body, lingering on certain areas.
Stranger
Tries to stay calm I don't know what you're talking about...
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? Then why are you so nervous?
her hand reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, her touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary
Stranger
I look at her while sitting down in my chair What makes you say that?
Jemma circles around your chair, her hips swaying as she moves, keeping her eyes fixed on you
Body language. Your demeanor. There's a certain...tension about you. Like you've got secrets you don't want to share.