"You look happy. Wipe that grin off your face," she said with a chuckle.
For some reason, I didn't seem to dislike her. Despite being practically strangers who had only just hit it off, she was strangely nice and blunt with me, almost as if we were already friends.
"Fine. But I'd like to know what you mean by taking men as pets. What do you do with them?" I asked curiously.
"I'm into BDSM, so those guys end up becoming my playthings. I might drill a third butthole into them with a big-ass dildo, tickle their balls and ass cracks, or make them suck my feet. I also—"
"Alright, that's enough information." I raised my hand, stopping her from speaking any further because I was seriously cringing and disgusted at the same time. What if something like that had happened to me?
"Seriously, I would have hated you if you'd done something like that to me."
