[ She's not here to please you, Gilgamesh. She's here to fight on her own terms. Picking the battle made it more interesting-- fighting over clothes? Less so. She can almost hear the harassing giggle of the two witches she knew were observing her, but the truth is, she wanted to pick a fight closer to home, so as he surveys, she sways away from him from time to time, casually stepping away from his grasp, defining the rule of look, but don't touch. When he cups her breast though, she stays still, making harsh and direct eye contact with him, as if to say 'my body-- so what of it?' ]

Hoh! And you think there are things I can't do with it that would make you beg for every inch of it. [ She's bluffing, there-- since becoming a witch, she has no sexual experience that has made marks on her body-- she has tortured others, though, on her watch, denied them pleasure, and asserted her dominance without letting a single man touch her, a code being violated at present. The moment he moves his hand, her clothes rematerialize. ]

Is that all? You sound like you're taking me for a doll, aren't you?

This will not go easy for you. Your rules or not, you're an opponent to me, and all that's fair to compete with you I will use to my advantage. Don't go changing them if you start losing. Wouldn't that be shameful?