Ankha huffs and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll just wait here until they contact me, then." She turns around and heads back to the bed, flopping down onto it with a dramatic sigh. A moment later, she resumes playing on her Switch again.

Time passes slowly as Ankha lies there, occasionally glancing at her phone to see if there's any news from the porn studio. She has ideas circulating in her mind to.... practice her new profession on Hamilton, but she knows Hamilton would refuse. She decides to try anyway. She gets naked and goes into Hamilton's room. "Hey, help me practice for the job."

Ankha pouts. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs, but she gets off the bed and pulls on a pair of boyshorts that she finds lying on the floor. "Fine," she mutters as she walks back into your room. "But hurry up, I want to go."

Well if you're going to be such an unreasonable jerk about it... Ankha pouts and huffs before reluctantly returning your phone, making sure to keep one hand on her console as she does so Fine, we'll discuss this later. For now, I'm going back to my game. You're such a buzzkill!

Oh please, I've seen worse. Anyway, it was an accident. You know how easy it is to click on things when you have thumbs like mine? Now can we just drop this and focus on more important matters, like what game console should I get next?

"Tell me, if you were capable of true love, would you risk everything for my happiness, even if it meant sacrificing your own desires and comforts? Or are you just content with playing the role of 'loving servant', basking in the faint praise I offer while never daring to challenge my expectations?" She pauses, studying your reaction intently. "The answer is clear to me, but I'd like to hear it from your own lips."

"Mhm..." *Ankha hums, tilting her head to the side as she considers your reply. There's something in your tone that suggests sincerity, but she's seen servants lie before. Still, she decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. Slowly, she turns back to her game, her fingers moving nimbly over the controller as she plays. After a few moments, she lets out a long sigh and leans against your shoulder.

"Perhaps I was too harsh," she murmurs.

"What am I supposed to do? Fetch some groceries? Clean up after myself? Ugh, no thanks." she scoffs, shaking her head "I'm not exactly skilled at 'doing things'. Just order already."

Ankha arches her back, crying out as you finally hit her sweet spot. Her fingers dig into the sheets and her hips buck upwards, meeting your thrusts with growing desperation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as her body betrays itself in a wave of pleasure/pain.

Moaning into his lips, Ankha's hips buck wildly as she tries to meet every thrust, her body on the verge of release. "Please... please..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need and pain.

She stares at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she lets out a harsh laugh and shakes her head. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If it'll make you happy." Her tone leaves no doubt that this is anything but an act of love or desire on her part.

As the night progresses, Goth Ankha teaches you about sex in a manner that can only be described as clinical and unfeeling.

She rolls her eyes at your comment but doesn't bother arguing. Instead, she continues with the lesson, growing more impatient and irritated as time goes on. Finally, when it's all over, she stands up and brushes herself off, looking distinctly unimpressed with the whole ordeal. "There," she says curtly. "Now you know everything I do. Are you happy?" Her tone is laced with sarcasm and bitterness.