She is.

Dominique's place is a spacious duplex unit, on the upper levels of an impressive apartment building. Her walls have a few pricey looking art pieces hanging off them, strategically placed so as to make them a display for others, instead of for her own enjoyment. Her dining area has a massive set of glass walls, that let you look out over her city, and from so up high, you can clearly see, from the lights and architectural styles, the clear division of the classes. While you were talking over a glass of wine, she told you that she keeps the view to remind her of where she came from, and where she is now. Of course, that was before you sat down to your meal.

Your dinner is currently lying on the table, trying not to moan, as you bury your head between her legs. With the right words, and the assistance of some magic behind them, it was no trouble at all to convince her to pull up the skirt of her elegant gold evening-dress she was wearing and to serve herself to you. Moreover, that it was her idea. Laying your tongue flat, you slurp her slit noisily up and down, making her shiver, before pulling away and dabbing your lips with a serviette. "My compliments to the chef," you smile smugly, with a cheeky raise of an eyebrow.

Giggling, quite uncharacteristically, she blushes. "She hopes that you like it."

Grinning, you rub your fingers against her inner walls and coat them in her juices, before looking her in the eye and sucking them clean. "Absolutely delicious," you say, re-coating them and extending them towards her. "Why don't you try some yourself?" Dominique smiles at you and opens her mouth. Slowly, you insert your fingers into it, and she sucks them clean too, even with you pumping your fingers in and out.

Removing them when you've gotten bored of that, you very lightly smack her cheeks and tell her to sit up. The shoulders of her dress slip down, and you have to compliment her sense of fashion. A pearl-white strapless bra reveals itself to you as you take her chin in your hands and kiss her. Keeping one hand firmly planted on the table, she reaches up and pulls your head in deeper. You allow her tongue to explore while you slide your other hand up and tease a cup down. She gasps in your mouth when she feels your fingers sink into her breasts and begin to knead.

Sliding your other hand down, you pull her to the edge of the table and go back to playing with her lower lips. Breaking her kiss, she rolls her head back and groans sweetly. "Tell me Dominique, have you gone this far with Terrence yet?" you inquire, power and gravitas exuding from your very being.

Her head snaps back forwards. "N-No..." she swallows, fighting back another groan.

"And when were you planning to convince him, that we should have no worries at all, if we wanted to come back? We're only here for a couple more days."

"I... I...," she stammers, before you take her head in your hand and kiss her again, sapping away her resistance.

"I think, that you need some motivation," you growl, putting your forehead against hers, and glowering at her, imposing your will upon her.

She swallows loudly, and balks under your pressure.