Submissive

You clear your throat as she asks the question, then look down near her feet for a long moment.

"Um," you say "Sub- submissive, I guess." She giggled and folded her arms

"Awww, well that's too bad." She smiled. "I'm a dominant, but I like my men to have a little bit of fight in them. Not knowing whether you are destined to be the taker or the taken is just so exciting to me." She reaches up, grabbing a handful of your hair and kissing you deeply, her tongue forcing its way inside of your mouth and swirling sensually for a long moment before breaking it off

"You're not for me," she says "But I'll be sure to let a few of the other girls know that there's a needy little bitch here that's ripe for the plucking." She kisses your cheek, then walks away, wiggling a few of her fingers at you