He doesn't know, but Peach does

“Ahhh,” Steve started to stammer.

Peach leaned in to kiss Steve and ran her hand over his crotch, messaging his hard on.

“You are getting laid no matter how you answer that,” Peach purred in Steve’s ear, “I am your harem girl after all, I am always horny for you.”

“I just don’t know,” Steve said looking Peach in her pretty blue eyes.

“Want to hear what I think?” Peach said but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “There are plenty of versions of me as some sort of porn star, bimbo, slut and so on. There are some pretty clear and hard core dominatrix versions of me as well as some really clear **** versions Steve. Point is you chose this version… A princess is a sexy, cute and pretty fetish outfit… I think deep down you want me to be your mistress. You don’t want to be one of those faceless gimps on the floor all the time, no, you want a loving and tender mistress to lead with a firm but caring latex gloved hand. Someone to dress up to stimulate you, tease you, tie you to a bed, get you really worked up and then ride you to sweet orgasm. And from the looks of this place you are also looking for a woman to push you and provide some guidance and direction. So, am I right? All you have to do is let me know exactly how you want to play.”

Peach had taken the phone from Steve and had brought up another menu and handed it back to Steve. Steve saw that it was a list of kinks to implant in Peach and how dominant to make her…