So, Ember has a theory. She's, by now, kind of getting the way this world works. It runs on sex, thrives on it. Utilizing sex appeal to her advantage is already part of her shtick, and it doesn't terribly bother her if she has to take it a step further. So, with these seeds planted in her head, it's only fair that reaches a natural conclusion. If this has got to go the way of a terrible porn plot, and she's gotta be waiting for a hot and fresh sausage pizza, then...

"Y'know, dipstick." She says, her voice taking on a sultry tone, firey hair being to flare up just a bit. "I'm willing to beg for the password."

...She might be taking it just a step too far.