A museum

You think, at this point, you're just going to stereotypical date places.

Ashley had apparently bought very, very expensive VIP admissions to this, though, because you told her you like museums, and you don't have the heart at this point to tell her you meant science and not art museums.

The point is to spend time with each other, right? You shouldn't worry so much about where you two are, just the fact that you're there together.

When you show the cashiers your tickets, they point you toward a door in the back. You can check out upcoming exhibitions there later, but for now you decide to wander around the museum.

It's... art. Lots of paintings of dead rich people. Some tribal masks and knives. Those are genuinely cool, and you spend a while at them. Ashley doesn't really seem to want to see anything specific - she just follows you around. She does giggle at the tiny dick of a Greek statue replica you pass by, which makes you anxious for a second - did she judge your dick like that? Was she actually just being polite when she gives you a handjob in the middle of nowhere? - before you push that feeling back down.

The upcoming/ VIP exhibit, which you enter last, is about love. You can tell this immediately because of the giant red letters saying LOVE that face you as you walk in the room. Ashley squeezes your hand as she sees it.

What is love? What does love feel like? How do you know that you're loved? The exhibit is all about those, and the last question especially bothers you. How do you know you're loved?

You're the only two people in this exhibit, and there's at least one piece of artwork that's interactive and needs two people to work. It's a locked door with a grate above it - you'll have to stand on her hands, make your way into the grate, and then land on the cushioned floor on the other side. Her height makes up for her complete lack of muscle and inability to pick you up as you climb onto her shoulders instead of hands, and you quickly crawl in before she can fall over from your weight.

When you do so, you land in a room with the door on one side and a screen on the other flashing bright neon letters.

Love is what lets someone slip you through here, to find a screen they'll never see.

You unlock the door, and the screen shuts off before she peeks her head in. She can't stand on your shoulder - she's not strong enough to pull herself into the grate, especially since you're shorter - and so she doesn't actually see the words at all.

But you did. And you think them over quietly. Was love actually what she's feeling? You don't know why... whatever happened... happened, but girls didn't usually act this submissive to their boyfriend. Did she really love you the way she loved Hannah (or, a flash of thought asks, more than that)? What kind of lover was totally, completely submissive in every way?

You leave the museum quiet and unsatisfied with your thoughts.