Share Greta's questions with Dot

You hang onto Greta's question sheet and her tape-sealed answers until you get home from your shift in Medical Records.

"Oh hey," Dot says. "I recognize a bunch of these questions from the resource center on campus. We called 'em the Yes No Maybe So questions."

"Yes, No, Maybe So?"

"Yeah," Dot says. She gestures at your question sheet. "Not exactly these here. but I remember the Scarleteen one had some of the same questions. I mean you know if you're a baby queer or just like, you know, if you're new to dating or the college scene, you want to have something like this. I mean, partly so YOU know what people do. Hey, can I work along with you?"

"Yes. Would you get another sheet for yours?"

Dot cheerfully chatters along as each of you writes answers down on separate sheets.

There are a lot of questions, but you go through them quickly and finish a minute before Dot fills in her last answers, chewing on the eraser end of her pencil while she's deciding her last MAYBE is actually a YES.

"Okay let's compare," Dot says. Within a few seconds, she says "We are clearly NOT the same!" and giggles.

Dot had answered the questions like "Having a partner touch me affectionately without asking first", as YES, where you had answered them NO.

"Yes. You like to be surprised. I don't."

"Or maybe you like to be in control?" Dot says.

She points to "Touching a partner sexually without asking first" where you have answered MAYBE SO.

"Maybe?"

"Ooh, and you're a biter!" she says.

"Yes."

Dot had answered NO to both biting and being bitten. You had answered YES and MAYBE.

"Yes?" Dot says.

You nod. "Yes. But not hard?"

Dot gives you a look.

"It's not a fetish unless you need it," you protest. "I just like it."

Dot scans up and down the answers. "You know, as far as sex stuff, we're not that different," she says. "I mean, except that you don't like men except for their dicks."

You nod. You clear your throat. With your pitch low and your cadence sharp, you say, "Male partners. Not too often. Only sexual."

Dot laughs out loud. "Anna, you're bad," she says. "It sounds like you're giving dieting tips."

"Men are my junk food," you say. "Like you and those cheese sticks. Easy. Quick."

Dot grins.

"...always around, and fills an empty hole down there," you conclude, waving your hand vaguely downward.

Dot laughs until she goes pink in the face. "Anna, GOD, is that what you think?"

"If I thought differently you would know."

Dot shakes her head. "Well, you said you were a misandrist. Guess so."

You nod to Dot and look down to the answer sheets.

"We are not that similar," you observe. "I am much more YES for anal sex than you."

"That's right, you had Nurse Bates do you at Brenda's party," Dot says. "Well okay that's different I guess."

Dot had answered MAYBE SO and NO where you had answered YES, YES, YES to touching, kissing, or penetrating your or a partner's anus. You and Dot were both quite similarly YES on everything else involving lips, tongues, hands, fingers, breasts, vulvas, and vaginas.

"Hmm," you say. "And your idea of a date is much louder and busier and more alcoholic than mine."

"It helps me get in the mood," Dot says. "I mean, dancing or singing karaoke together, you know? The energy! And a drink. Just one, almost always." She points. "Eye contact?"

You sigh. "Yes. It's work for me. For a date I want to relax. I'm much happier if we're sitting side by side and looking at a nice view."

"You look me in the eye all the time," Dot says.

"It's easy with you," you say.

You lock eyes with Dot. You look into each other's eyes for some time. Dot is the first to look away. Her face looks a little flushed. She is biting her lower lip. Her fingers are doing a fidgety thing.

"Did you want to look at Greta's answers with me?" you ask Dot. You tilt your head. "Or. Well? Did you want to masturbate? Together, I mean."

You have 2 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control), and know the Character Moves Ass-Licking and Masturbate.

Roll +COOL(-1) to see if Dot is in the mood: 7 - 1 = 6, Miss. No.

"Ohhhhh," Dot sighs. "Um..."

"Okay," you say. "That's fine. Do you want to see Greta's answers?"