The other woman's obvious satisfaction with the idea of making it official was delightful. But apparently there was something Melony had to confess, and Adrianna frowned. She was about to ask about it when Melony spoke, admitting that she wasn't in 'customer service,'  but was actually a sex worker, specifically a dominatrix.<br/><br/>Adrianna's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. She leaned back, stunned by the revelation, then started laughing. "You're joking." She said after regaining control. "Okay, seriously, are you joking? You have got to be joking. How'd you know that would be the perfect way to pull my leg? Did you hack my phone or something? However you figured it out, not cool, Melony. Don't get my hopes up like that again." She said, her voice growing cold.<br/><br/>Another momentary pause. "On the off chance you're not joking ... How much per session?" She asked eagerly. The idea that she was dating a sex worker hadn't sunk in so much as the idea that she now had a possible way to satisfy her desires and explore kinks more, even if it meant paying. Self-bondage could only go so far, and some of the things she found really hot needed a partner to be done, either safely or at all.