There was an instinctive part of her - the dumb part, the difficult part, the fighting-against-everything part - that wanted to spit out, βthank you, Lunaβ. But as he fucked her she managed to bite it back, putting her energy into trying not to be forced down by his strength.
It was a scene. Treat it like a scene. Just go along with it all until a director finally called cut. Just go along with it until you got paid. Sheβd fucked plenty of men she never wanted to fuck, after all.
βThank you, Ares,β she said through gritted teeth, her voice pushed out from her with each thrust. βThank you for fucking me like the slut I am.β