Rhea's gaze sharpened, and she stepped forward just a fraction, fists curling at her side. "Undress myself? You must be out of your damned mind."
Roff's expression darkened, a deep frown carving into his features. His voice dropped, losing its mocking edge. "Don't make me repeat myself. Undress. This instant. Come over here." He patted the bed beside him, the sound unnaturally loud in the tense silence.
Rhea scoffed. "But you just did."
Roff blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "What… what are you on about?"
"You — you just repeated yourself, stupid," Rhea said, her tone mocking.
"What the—" he began, but one of the guy with cropped-hair jumped in. "She means… you said 'Don't make me repeat myself'… and then repeated your order."
Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. Are these the ones who want to have their way with me? A bunch of fools.
Roff waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Doesn't matter. So… are you going to cooperate, or do I have to make you?"
