In my fantasy world, I would be a famous actress, and you would be my manager.You'd always know what's best for me.

You'd come to my dressing room after my performance to congragulate me. You'd have a chilled bottle of fine wine waiting for me.

We would drink wine and engage in smalltalk. We'd talk about the show, this and that. You have a lustful glisten in your eye.

As we drink and talk, you start inching coser and closer to me.  I start to feel your body heat.

You gently grab my hand and suggest we move our conversation to the "relaxation" room in the back since I seem a little high-strung to you. After all, you know what's best for me!