Sephy would have tried something more obvious, right from the out-set, had she known the other girl's condition. There were reasons for her most favourite fetish and, convoluted though they were, she revelled in it. Dalliances, however, were at her personal discretion. Her reputation would probably take a hit if anyone knew the full extent of it.
"Oh, you do, do you?"
Persephone was playing it off dismissively. The more Jacy pressed her own advantage, however, the more she was revealing herself as, in truth, just the kind of girl who might just turn Persephone's head - and that was while still labouring under the assumption of Jacy being fully female. Sephy wasn't challenged much, after all. Not convincingly so. Yet, here was someone willing to stand up for themselves and not back down.
And she was more used to carrying out sly seduction, not having a confident female take the lead. It was slight, so much so that it bordered on blink-and-you'll-miss-it, but there was a small widening of eyes which greeted the way Jacy checked for on-lookers before braving a suggestive tug upon her skirt. The behaviour was putting her in a mental spin. Someone who reacted this way to her was not the usual way of things.
Then Jacy made her intentions verbally clear. It was perhaps telling that Persephone, of all girls at school, parted her mouth to say something and was, for a brief moment, speechless. No matter how short a time, the other girl had secured something of a victory. It wasn't quite a stumble, but Persephone did take a small step back. Just not enough of one for that hand to have been dislodged from her skirt.
"I..." Eyes narrowed and Persephone sought to regain her confidence. "You have no idea what I want. What...? You want to dyke me out, Jacy? Think you can turn me onto pussy? Been there, done that..."