"Why, Mister Kenobi," she flashes him a cheeky smile as she bends at the knees to look at the berries and pick ones that she'd eat, "of course they let the Submissives in with ease so that the Dominants would have someone to serve them."

That's how she met Imriel, after all. Not that she's going to mention that to another man.

"It was fun, but I missed out on any actual ice cream that day."