"Alright, let me get this straight," Rouge said, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "You'll help me with my next heist if I let you do this and have your fun with me, huh?"

Her sharp gaze settled on you, her smirk oozing confidence as she placed her feet on the table between you. Her toes flexed lazily, the soft, polished sheen of her soles catching the light.

"I’ve agreed to some wild deals before, but this? This might take the cake," she said, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was teasing, but the way she reclined and rested her arms behind her head made it clear she wasn’t opposed to playing along—for now.

As your fingers tentatively grazed the arch of her foot, Rouge’s expression barely flickered, though the subtle twitch of her toes gave her away. She let out a quiet hum, clearly enjoying the control she held over the situation.

"Careful," she said, her smirk widening. "I might start thinking you’re enjoying this more than I am."

But as your touch grew bolder, a flicker of surprise crossed her face. Her wings gave a small flutter, and she stifled a laugh, trying to maintain her composure. She pulled her foot back slightly, only to rest it right back on your lap, her demeanor as confident as ever.

"Alright, I’ll admit," she said, a playful edge creeping into her voice, "this isn’t half as boring as I thought it’d be. Just don’t get too carried away, or I might have to renegotiate our little deal."