This was more like it. Dot doesn't like to think her decisions through.

Her arms move to sweep around his shoulders, fingers pushing into soft curls.

That they're in the middle of the hallway doesn't seem to bother her much.

Tsk. All this waffling and hesitancy. Dot doesn't like it or feel that way.

"I don't know the type of person you are." She exhales, pushes him against the door, and reaches up to pull him down into a kiss.

She steps out, giving a cursory glance at the place he's chosen.

"Either way, let's hope she doesn't bother us tonight."

Dot goes to sit on the bed, sitting up and trying to see what he's getting into.

"How long have you been into this?"

Dot is fine with that. Hotel rooms aren't anything new.

"Oh, one of those types..." She says as if she doesn't break the law all the time herself.

"Well, if she messes with me, I'm not afraid to beat a bitch down."

"Oh, so it's not like that?" Dot has little experience with formal BDSM practices. Like yeah, she's been choked before, but probably not responsibly.

"Toys, huh? You've piqued my interest~."

Aw. It's a sweet smile, and it makes her realize how little she's seen this guy smile.

"Oh. Huh. That sucks. Can you get a restraining order or something?"

She snorts, giving a little laugh.

"I'm expecting the play room from 50 Shades of Grey. Have you ever seen that?"

And in she steps. A pretty normal looking bedroom. She sets her bag down.

"Thaaaanks..." She intones, noticing his guarded behavior. Dot slides into the car.

"Everything okay?" She asks once Will is also in the car.

Dot reaches out to take his hand. Her fingers are adorned with not inexpensive rings, her wrist with bracelets.

"That sounds like a good place to start."

"Yeah. That was hot." She's chewing on her cheek.

"Not that I haven't had a guy boss me around, but. You were... Good at it." The control he'd shown. The aftercare. Yeah, she was into that.

"Oops..." She grins softly. It's true. Separately, they make bad decisions; together, they make worse ones.

"Mmmfuck, though, that felt good..."

With a soft groan, she pulls off of him and gets over in the passenger seat.

"I know--. It's just. I don't know. The hookups I usually have are just... They're different. This set up is just. New. I still want to fuck. And the... What we did before. I liked that."

She drains her glass of wine.

Dot blushes a little, sipping more from her glass.

Nolan was... Actually a decent guy. Noble, even. Dot almost feels bad for getting involved with him.

She clears her throat. "That's... Reassuring."

-pumping her full of his come, soft mewls leaving her as he empties himself inside of her.

She meets those kisses, soft and lingering, giving her hips one last roll.

"Mmmfuck, baby..."

It was one of the things Dot's father was adamant about. At first blush, that sounds like the actions of a caring father; but The Judge didn't want Dot getting pregnant with just any man's baby.

Neither did Dot, but that was neither here nor there.

Dot loves the feeling of Cam -

Dot looks at his hand a moment. This is the most she's had to work for a fuck, and while it feels like this guy isn't really into her, he does keep seeming interested.

Dot reaches out to take his hand, getting to her feet. She was tipsy, but not drunk.

"Well, okay, then. Let's have some fun."

Dot reaches to take the glass.

"I feel like... In movies, this is the plot point where you kill me after drugging my drink."

But she sips the wine without hesitation.

"Thanks."

-douchebag. Does it have to be deeper than that?"

She tilts her head, brow furrowing.

"I *can* ask someone else... Do you want me to?"

Since he doesn't seem to respond to her touch, she pulls her hand back. Dot isn't trying to make him uncomfortable, but then it does beg the question as to why he might be interested in this interaction with her... He was quite mysterious.

"You're cute. I like your hair. You don't look like a -

"So, what's holding you back?" Dot isn't used to someone seeming so... 'Meh' about the prospect of sleeping with her.

Hmm... She reaches out to brush her fingers along his arm.

Her head tilts, and she almost looks... bemused.

"You're interested, then?"

There was a part of Dot that thinks that maybe this guy could be into some kinky shit, considering all the red flags he's giving off.

"I... don't know what that is, but I'll assume something to do with a serial killer."

Dot wasn't a genius, but even she could tell that Will seemed... Traumatized.

"I guess I don't have anything to worry about, since I'm not a serial killer."

"Huh... Serial killers. I was kinda onto something earlier then. I mean. Sorta."

She licks her lips in thought, idly wiping away condensation from her glass with a finger.

"So you're good at reading people, huh?"

OH.
Hm.
HHh...

Dot takes a rather large sip of her new drink.

"Oh, wow... That's... wild. What does that mean you do, exactly...?"

Her eyebrows shoot up.

"Are you a psychic or something?"

The bartender gives her another drink.

"If *I'm* dangerous, wonder what that makes you."

Dot tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. That sounds nice, actually." It's hard not to feel a little awkward, but they both know what they agreed to.

"Well, hey. I'm just saying. I dunno. It's a good way to relax. To spend time. I like it. I'm putting it on the table, and you can do with it what you want."

She drains her espresso martini, and waves the bartender over.

Oh. Domesticity suited him.

"Hey." She clears her throat and steps on in to go and sit on his sofa.

"Nice place."

His reaction gets a little grin from her, and she sets her drink down, leaning against the bar and folding her legs.

"Do I need to know much about you for us to have a nice night together?"