Whitney pushes you through the school gates, groping your tender plump bum the whole time without caring who sees. "I have something romantic planned," he says. "Only the best for my bitch."

He takes you to Harvest Street, to a seedy pub. "Sit down. I'll get drinks."

He returns with two colourful looking glasses. "Drink up," he says.

(1) Drink | + Dominance (2) Don't drink | - Dominance