Rosa was conducting her own brand of education. She watched as Vee bent over the trunk, tying down the haul of adult store paraphernalia.
"All of these," Rosa said, sweeping a hand over the trunk, "will be useless if you cannot stand your ground, Vee. The man you deal with is a dominant in his right. The best way to punish a man like that," she continued, "is to give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him understand what it feels like to meet resistance, to face a will that refuses to bend."
The lesson was simple: she could not cave back into her natural role, her habitual submission, until her message was fully delivered, carved into the mind and body of the man across from her.
"Is that clear?" Rosa asked.
"And what if this isn't a message that can be passed?" Vee asked, fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. "What if it's…something I'm going to have to deal with for as long as this goes on?"
"I…don't really know what advice to give, not without knowing the full context."
