"Fufu Hahahahahahahaha hahaha!"
The man suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filling the room. However, his laughter sounded cold and devoid of genuine amusement.
"What? What are you finding so amusing?!" Lola demanded, her voice laced with frustration.
"Oh, nothing," the man replied, his laughter subsiding. "I just find it rather amusing that you still cling to the belief of your superiority, even after what transpired last night. Perhaps you truly have a fetish for non-consensual encounters."
Lola's eyes widened in anger at his insinuation. "I don't know what you're insinuating, but regardless of what happened, it doesn't change the fact that I am superior to the likes of you!"
The man's masked face remained unreadable, his voice taking on a colder tone. "Superiority is not measured by one's actions or entitlement, but by the content of one's character. And from what I have seen, your character is lacking."