Get Vaarvel to talk about her kinks (Time -1)

Something about Vaarvel made you think she was a pretty kinky person... After all, she was a {if Vaarvel's Contortion = 1}contortionist,{endif}{if Vaarvel's JOI = 1} jerk-off instructor,{endif}{if Vaarvel's Hobby > 999} magician,{endif} really... just an all around weirdo. She liked to be pretty shameless with you and you figured you'd return the favor. After finding her in her office, this time drinking tea with her legs crossed in a sophisticated posture (while still wearing a skin-tight suit like something out of G.I. Joe), you asked her to tell you about her kinks.

The woman didn't try to suppress her laughter as her tea-cup clinked against her glass and she hung her head, shaking it in disbelief. "Mister Speck! What a bold question to ask one of your subordinates. Do you know that this is considered sexual harassment in today's climate? I hope you didn't try this with the other girls?"

You held your comment.

"Ha ha, well, luckily for you, I'm always eager to talk about myself. You'll just have to trust how much you believe." The woman spread her arms in a gesture of "ask me anything." "First, I want you to guess. What do you think my kinks are?"

You hadn't expected that question. There were many that you'd imagined, privately, but her real character was such a mystery that it was hard to imagine what she really enjoyed. You decided to throw out a couple of guesses you thought suited her: roleplay?

"An amusing guess, but that's more of my hobby and profession than my kink. I find it's sexiest if I'm myself. What else would you like to guess?"

Femdom?

"Ooooh... I do enjoy that, Mister Speck. Why? Are you offering to submit to me?"

You gulped, then moved on to another. Sadism, like putting people in bondage?

"I like that too! Go on, go on~"

Over the course of about half an hour, you threw out guess after guess, only to realize a pattern... she said yes to just about everything after roleplay. Did that mean that was her real fetish? Did any of this mean anything? Was her fetish really just fucking with you- and not in the sexy way?!

Sensing your frustration, she let out another cackle, then waved one hand, begging you to stop lest she hurt her ribs. "No, no... You must cease, please! I can't stand it. Besides, I believe my kinks ought to be evident by now: I'm a bit of a sadist and I love finding ways to screw with my partners. Satisfied? I derived a great amount of pleasure from our exchange just now... Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Feeling aggravated, you tried to imagine what it would be like to have sex with a woman like this... Would it even be enjoyable? It was hard to imagine yourself- or any other man- using his dick to bring her to orgasm. It felt like if she showed that side of herself, you'd never be able to convince yourself that it was real and not acting. She seemed like an insurmountable obstacle, not a potential sexual partner... In a way, that just made you want to try...

She seemed to sense what you were thinking and grinned wolfishly. "Not just yet, Mister Speck. But let's keep it on the agenda. I'll show you the kinds of things I like to do... in time. Keep being a good boy until then."

You left Vaarvel quickly after, as if hearing her say "you may leave" would deprive you of what little manhood you felt you had left after talking to her.