I'm not sure yet. I'm open.

Jan 29, 2026 v1.0

She looks at you intently.

You promised yourself you would be courageous and not ****. "I'm not sure yet. I'm trying to see what comes up."

She smiles again. She looks at you hungrily. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, which is at the end now. She blows out the smoke, and makes it look so sexy.

"I know what I want." She stares into your eyes. "I want experiences. I want life full of pleasure." She looks away from you. She looks up into the sky, longing. " I want a man that won't hold me down, that will relish in my freedom and pleasure." She puts her hand on her chest, and closes her eyes. The wind blows and you get a mix of her perfume and cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke can sometimes smell bad, but on her it smells amazing.

She dreams for a moment. The she opens her eyes and looks at you. "How does that sound to you?"

"I mean..." you stammer. "Yeah, that sounds great! actually. But, erm, what does that mean exactly?"

She reaches across the table and holds our her hand. You hesitate, and then she looks at you sternly, so you hold her hand. Her hand is made of silk and cloud. It's cool and soft, and exactly like a woman's hand should be.

She squeezes your hand slightly. "I'm going to have a lot of sex and pleasure, and not always with you." she winks. "I need a man that will take direction. I need a man that puts me first, always, but I don't have to put him first."

Her face lights up. She smiles so big. She's almost manic. Her eyes are wide and hungry. "It's the unfairness that makes it amazing. The contrast, the pleasure", she points to herself, "and lack-there-of" and squeezes your hand. "I need a beta man. A cuckold. A simp." She looks at you a grins, knowingly. "I want to love my cuck and have my cuck love me. ALL of me. I can't only have sex with one person, but I want my person devoted." She looks away. Her face is not ashamed, just yearning. "When you walked up, when you stood in the middle of the room looking out of place. I hoped you might be him."

It takes her a few seconds to check herself. She realizes where she is and looks at you. "Is that you?"

She looks at you. Right into your eyes. Asking. You've never seen a woman look at you like that before.

"Time to change!" Annabelle calls from inside the bar.

Victoria is waiting on your answer.