You're right now trapped in a room with two fine gentleman and one women who want to turn you "proper" and you're not having any of it! You don't need some stupid lessons on how to be proper, you're perfectly fine how you are now.

"Higgins; I’m interested. What about the ambassador’s garden party? I’ll say you’re the greatest teacher alive if you make that good. I’ll bet you all the expenses of the experiment you can’t do it. And I’ll pay for the lessons."

Pickering offered to Higgins, a smirk on his face. Why do these people want to keep you so bad!?

"It’s almost irresistible. She’s so deliciously low—so horribly dirty—"

Higgins said, grinning with admiration in his eyes. He seems to really like you which creeps you out. You were also very offended he called you dirty, but just before you could say anything in your defense, Pickering shut you up by putting his hand to your mouth.

"You’re certainly not going to turn her head with flattery, Higgins."

Pickering exclaimed, and Huggins just chuckles.

"Oh, don’t say that, sir: there’s more ways than one of turning a girl’s head; and nobody can do it better than Mr. Higgins, though he may not always mean it. I do hope, sir, you won’t encourage him to do anything foolish."

Mrs. Pearce exclaims in her unease, butting in.

"Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day. I shall make a duchess of this draggletailed guttersnipe."

Higgins is very excited, the idea growing on him. He seems to really want to "fix" you.

"Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good ear and a quick tongue—I’ll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We’ll start today: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce ..."

Higgins exclaims, getting carried away, but Pickering doesn't seem to be doing anything. Oh no- you don't want to stay here! but it's already too late as Mrs. Pearce grabs you and begins to drag you away, sighing. She is obviously upset whether she feels bad or not.

You try to struggle, but it's fruitless... You regret breaking in here...