"You want me to do WHAT?" you ask incredulously, not quite sure you heard correctly the first time.
"You heard me, human," Posy drawls in a smug voice, cocking her head to the side and beating her wings in what you now recognize as her version of a shrug. Her deceptively adorable features are twisted into a lecherous grin, a leer made all the more concerning by the sheepish blush of her cheeks. "I want you to step on me."
Posy never fails to catch you off guard. When you first met the diminutive fairy in the forest you expected a wide-eyed, innocent creature—and Posy had played her part all too well, batting her eyelashes and acting cute. The longer you knew her though, the more apparent it became the devious pixie was just using you. Now she doesn't even bother to pretend: the fairy treats your bedroom as her own personal lounge, and you as if you were her servant. She's constantly ordering you around, mooching food, or sending you on errands for her. You've tried to set boundaries, but the manipulative sprite always manages to get her way in the end.
Leaning forwards eagerly, Posy puts on the usual cute fairy act she uses to get her way, her face suddenly doe-eyed and bashful. You're not falling for it this time, though.
"Not going to happen," you state firmly. "You'll get hurt."
"That's what you said about the bourbon," she says sweetly, still acting winsome. "And that turned out fine!"
"You drank a capful and spent the night throwing up." you correct her flatly.
"C'mon, try it!" Posy begs, flitting from her perch and landing on the floor in front of you. Flopping down onto her back, she spreads her arms and legs wide. "Just once! It'll be fine!"
One glimpse of the hopeful look on her face is enough to shake your resolve. You roll your eyes in resignation, and the moment you do, her pleading expression shifts into a triumphant smirk.
"Fine." you concede, unlacing your shoe and tugging it off, grimacing slightly at the stench. Her face lighting up, Posy