"No."

"I don't like liars." She says seriously. Her voice is loaded with severity, but her tone did not change, as if she expected that answer.

She sits down from where she stands onto the chair behind her. Where did the chair come from? Was it always behind her? You did not see it there, but it does not matter now. The only thing that matters is her.

She locks her knees together. Her legs are -

"Bend over my knees." She says firmly.

No time to check out her legs.

You note her expression has changed a little. Her drooped eyelids add something of a seductive quality, but she looks at you like judge and executioner in one, sentence given and ready to be carried out, inviting no argument, and expecting your compliance.