Dakota ordered a coffee with milk, no sugar. She studied the bottle of alcohol curiously before refocusing on the strange blonde. When Alice began to ramble again, Dakota listened but then ended up just shaking her head slowly. "Kid, you have got the wrong idea about me. That 'fantasy', sure, it probably is great to a lot of people. But that's not the kind of thing I do. Tangled up and sweaty and sated, I can do, if that's your thing. But the rest, you're going to have to find that elsewhere. I give pleasure, that's my little freak mutation. I don't experience it. I can be your fetish, but I'm not going to be your girlfriend, or friend with benefits, or whatever else it is you're looking for. You want a good fuck, I got you. But that's it."