"Hmm, fantasy about being dominated by a wicked queen, huh? Heh, goes well with that lusting for a duchess you told me about," Skye teased, licking her chops.<br/><br/>A hungry growl rose from her throat as she drove them home, smirking as Anya gasped and sighed in the seat next to her. Her eyebrows lifted at the sound of her "biggest, strongest fantasy..." Until she actually shared it. A blush rose on Skye's cheeks beneath her fur, and her smile turned more flustered and embarrassed, bashfully looking out the window.<br/><br/>"Augh, jeez, kid, big fucking romantic... Making me feel like a sex obsessed meathead with that romantic fantasy of your's.<em>My</em>biggest sex fantasy is having an actual sex dungeon to saunter into with a pretty little subbie chained up and happy to see me."<br/><br/>She chuckled, turning the corner, making their way back home.<br/><br/>"So, kiddo. What do you want tonight? Beautiful romantic making out under a rainstorm, or kinky villain kidnapping and dominating you? Because now you've got a say in it."