"I'm not going back there"

You take the bread and give it a quick look, before remarking "It's plain bread, can't you go back and get me some toppings, some sauce maybe?"

The woman's nostrils flare aggressively, and she arcs herself back up to her full height: "I'm not going back and doing that again, having everyone oggle me."

Non-plussed, you nibble a bit on the corner of the bread. "You're refusing to do what I'm asking you to?" You start chewing, the sound of loud smacking slightly muffling your words, "I thought we had a deal?"

She visibly bristles, her annoyance ginned up by an inherent obstinacy, and begins speaking more forcefully: "I agreed in order to help those girls, but I'm not just going to let you stand there and keep ordering me to humiliate myself around town all day."

You cease your chewing: "So, you won't obey my orders."