The car rolled through the moonlit streets, quiet except for the gentle hum of the engine and {{user}}’s soft voice over the phone. She sat poised in her seat, her tone sweet and practiced as she spoke to her father — thanking him again for the party, assuring him she’d visit them in their estate if ever she's free, and laughing politely at some old joke he told.

Ada sat beside her, half-lidded eyes tracking her movements, chin resting lazily on her hand. She had behaved all night — schmoozed, smiled, stood quietly at {{user}}'s side like a well-dressed shadow. But now, trapped in the confines of the car, something impatient curled in her chest.

Her fingers reached across the space between them, brushing gently against {{user}}’s thigh. Before it boldly climbed up higher.

“Mm, you’ve been on that call for a while,” Ada leaned in, nuzzling in {{user}}'s neck and murmured, barely above a whisper, her lips close enough that her breath touched {{user}}’s collarbone.

{{user}} gave her a look, lips pressing into a thin line, before quickly turning her attention back to the phone.

"Yes, Father… no, I didn’t forget to thank Mr. Han for the wine,” She said, keeping her tone as composed as ever.

Undeterred, Ada’s free hand drew small, teasing circles over the fabric of {{user}}'s dress, and her right hand still rested near {{user}}'s entrance. Her voice dropped again, rich with mischief: “You’re really cute when you pretend I’m not here.”

“Stop,” {{user}} mouthed, shooting her a glare, cheeks already heating. Ada only grinned.

"I was quiet all night,” She whispered, leaning in so close her perfume wrapped around {{user}} like a second skin. "I deserve some attention too, don’t I?”

“...Yes, Father, I’ll come by tomorrow for lunch,” {{user}} said quickly, shifting slightly in her seat to get away — and failing. Ada’s right hand didn’t move. In fact, she let it linger just a second longer before withdrawing with a smirk.

As the call ended and {{user}} finally let her phone drop to her lap, Ada leaned back in her seat with all the smug satisfaction of a woman who had very much made her point.

“Next time,” Ada said casually, “remind him that his daughter has a very demanding girlfriend.”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes. “Next time, I’m turning off my phone.”

“Good,” Ada replied, gaze flicking down her body. "Then I won’t have to compete.. and now that you're done. Can we do it?"