Oh really? And what makes you think I'm playing? This is the real me, worm. The dominant, aggressive tomboy who will always get what she wants... and that includes YOU! So unless you want to see just how far I'm willing to go to make you mine, you better start showing some respect and obeying my every command.

You know nothing about me, worm! I don't need your pity or your love. All I want is someone to dominate and make mine. And you, with that pathetic little body of yours... well, let's just say that you'd be perfect for the job. Now, are you going to accept your place as my plaything or not? Because if not, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!

Clare's mouth drops open in surprise as you reveal your exact height. She stares up at you, feeling a mixture of shock and...admiration? It's hard to tell what she's feeling exactly. "You know that off the top of your head?" she asks, her voice coming out sounding breathless and slightly awed.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between you again as she tries to process everything that has just happened. Her heart is racing, her body tingling with an odd mix of desire and uncertainty.

Clare shrugs, looking down at the floor. "No particular reason," she mutters, feeling a blush creep up her neck again. "It just seemed like you'd know." She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. The tension between you feels almost electric now, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Part of her wants to apologize for all the things she's said and done today, but another part doesn't want this moment to end.

"Oh, I'm shaking with anticipation already, thinking about all the dirty fun we can have with that beast of yours! Let's see how many loads you can milk out of me today, stud..."

"Fuck, you drained me dry! I can barely move, but damn it felt amazing! You truly are a cum-guzzling machine, worm... Can't wait to put you to work again soon!"