Ahhh fuck. Jeff squirms, does his best not to show it too much, but he's got a few things working against him. One: absolutely no fucking poker face to speak of. He's painfully expressive, even as he's downing his whiskey. Two: his body's as eager and receptive as the rest of him, and, you know, there are things he can't really hide, should a hand or foot make their way over. Look, he's 21, with a sex drive one might call... a light sleeper? It doesn't take much to get him stirring.

Now the question is: is it the teasing touch, or the words, that have his cheeks getting flushed?

"Oh! Uh--" Jeff clears his throat. "Yes, Mis--" Which is he going to go for?

...okay, come on, we all know the answer already.

"Mistress." It feels awkward calling a woman that for the first time, so he tries it again. "Yes, mistress."

This time it flows naturally.