“You were in them? I don’t even remember that. Was there anything super kinky involved?” he asks. “So kinky. You were in all black, dominatrix style.” “Oh, I was a woman?” “Male… dominatrix.” “You’re clearly up on the BDSM scene.” “You had like a horse smacky thing.” “A crop?” “And you were like ‘Ride that pony!’ But I was the pony, and it was very confusing but equally arousing,” I decide.
