She tried, desperately, to keep a straight face when he said his hard limits were horses and dead people. She doubled over laughing for a minute, loud and happy and far more carefree than usual. "Oh god. No, there wont be any horses or dead people or dead horses, or animals or death of any kind," she replied, still giggling. How did he come up with that stuff? "There's a really long list of kinks out there in the world. I'm not into the role playing side of things, you know like pretending to be an animal or acting a certain age? That sort of stuff I don't do."
She shifted so that she was sitting Indian style, facing him. Her dress protested the movement, sliding up to sit at her waist, but she didn't even notice. Bailey laughed again when he asked about night classes. "You could call them night classes," she teased, eyes full of mirth. "You aren't the first rich person I've picked up before. You're just the first I actually care about. The rest just helped me indulge in the...rougher stuff." She grinned then, her smile full of promise. "The first night I was here, hell that morning when you fucked me before we'd even gotten through breakfast, that was just the surface of what I like."