By putting shame aside

“Well, um, because if you’d go on a date with me, I’d do anything you’d ask. I’d bend over backwards to make you smile even a little, and any tiny whim you have I’d devote my whole being to accomplishing.” You knew you should feel ashamed practically begging a girl you’ve never talked to before to go out with you, but that shame dissipates when she leans in, putting a long arm around your shoulder and running her nails through the back of your hair.

“Ohh, so you do show some promise. Ok, boy, one chance.” She leans in closer, whispering in your ear “and if you are a good little pet, you may even get to put those promises to the test.” You feel her fingers in your pocket while she steps back, seeing she’s slyly grabbed your phone. She put her number in, then dropped it at her feet. “Well? Why don’t you kneel down and grab it.”

You knelt down in the middle of the campus, and she laughed, saying “good luck little one, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

You stayed down in awe as she turned and strolled away. You got a date with her, somehow, and now you were terrified of what that meant. You look at your phone, and saw she saved herself as “out of my league” and had called herself so she had you number.

That’s how you got the date, but now you had to follow through. What were the plans?