It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:
"So... is Alex really a dom?"
Isabella has acquired many foods. But Sadde doesn't get to look at them. Sadde gets put on the bed and topless and blindfolded instead.
dipping things in cheese.
Have a toast with herby cheese all over it, Sadde.
Did Isabella mean for Sadde to make a lot of happy noises? Because she's doing that right now.
That is exactly the point of the exercise. Isabella provides miscellaneous fondued objects with one hand and strokes her lovely Sadde with the other. Pet pet pet.
Then Isabella will find that there is a whole new host of sounds Sadde can make not directly related to sex.
Eventually Isabella runs out of melty cheese to put on things (bread, celery sticks, baby carrots, broccoli and cauliflower florets) and in Sadde's mouth. She wipes out the inside of the fondue pot with a paper towel, sets chocolate to melting instead, and starts feeding her pet things which would not be suited to dipping in either. Here's a potato chip.
Sadde would beg to differ that there are any things that would not be suited to dipping in either, there is no way such deliciousness should be contained.
Other things best enjoyed alone: seaweed snack. A few kinds of cheese that don't need the competition. A sashimi assortment.
Seaweed snack's tasty and she hadn't tried it before so it's a complete surprise, as are most kinds of cheese. "Oh my god how did I live without this before," she says after trying some of those.
The chocolate is melted now! Chocolate things! Fruits and cookies and marshmallows.
And she had known, on a verbal level, that chocolate was tastier than most food, and that chocolate-covered things probably would be, too. That doesn't mean she was prepared for it. She wasn't.
"Yes?" Also, you know how Isabella is taking off the rest of Sadde's clothes, that's happening.