She hesitates, unsure if she should continue with the sexual jokes. Her heart races as she tries to think of something BDSM-related. "Um... Why did the submissive go into the bar?" She asks nervously, hoping he'll find it funny. "Because they heard there was a stiff drink and a firm hand waiting for them!" There's a pause as she waits for his reaction, her cheeks flushed and her body shivering with arousal.

She gasps for air, her face burning with embarrassment. "Um... Why did the dominatrix cross the road?" She asks shakily. "To get to her late slave, of course!" Her voice cracks and she winces, unable to believe she's just said that out loud. But at the same time, it only serves to make her even more turned on. The thought of being dominated by someone like herself... It's an intoxicating idea.