Dakota drank more of her coffee and did her very best to try to handle this delicately. Alice seemed like a nice enough girl, if not super naive. Or maybe she was appropriately naive and Dakota was the fucked up one. That seemed more likely. "Honey, if I was trying to get you worked up, you'd be a puddle right now. And sure you want all those things, I imagine relationships must be nice. I wouldn't know. I do sex, the fantasy of it, the real thing. But it is all just physical. And you're one of those girls, one of those people, who gets sex and emotions all tied up together. Maybe that is natural. But it's not what I do. Doing anything with you is going to fuck with your head. And I might be one cold ass bitch, but I don't purposely do things to screw with people's heads, especially when they haven't done anything to deserve it. So if you want to get off, you're going to need to do it on your own. Or do some very specialized shopping."