"Depends on the context 'n a little bit how you handle yourself. Natives don't tend to trust us much, specially when you're newer here. Shop keepers 'n such tend to be the biggest sticklers, but I know some bars in the Down where you can go'n get your dick sucked--or suck someone else's--no questions asked, and they don't care much whether you're a LIER or not."
Vrenille gestures to his own unmarked throat and then to Ben's. "All this, the Dom/Sub stuff, it's their culture. Mostly what they see from us is people railing against it, being outraged by it. I think to them we're probably sorta uncouth 'n mannerless, k'know?"
Relations with the natives here are always a bit tricky, but in Vrenille's experience they don't have to be downright hostile, and he certainly considers it best when they aren't.
As to the rest of what Ben says, he considers a moment, both the young man standing in front of him and where they stand, both literally and figuratively.
They've stopped in front of a sort of pop-up cafe in the market--a temporary structure styled to look like a little mountain chalet. It has a small indoor seating area and even table service.
"No matter what your inclination is, you're gonna need to have sex at least three times a month to make quota. That's not something you wanna try 'n skirt 'round 'cause they will know and the consequences if you don't? They're bad. Pump you full of drugs so you won't even get to choose what you do--or who--sorta bad. If you wanna be able to make those decisions yourself, you gotta start sooner rather than later."
And so here, perhaps, is where Ben can begin: Vrenille nods towards the kiosk.
"You wanna go inside, get a hot drink, maybe a snack, get outta the cold? It's my treat, but you should know that some part of it'll probably make you horny. Not so horny you can't think, I'm guessing, 'cause," vague gesture around them, "I don't see anything too wild happening out here, but half the food 'n drink in this place is spiked with some kinda aphrodisiac or other. You sit down with me 'n there's at least a fair chance you're gonna end up doing more than just sitting down with me."
It's important to him that Ben know that, that he go into it understanding and agreeing to it, if he goes in at all. And if he doesn't, that's fine too. But informed consent is, to Vrenille, one of the pillars they all have to try and uphold with each other in this place as best they can.
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Vrenille gestures to his own unmarked throat and then to Ben's. "All this, the Dom/Sub stuff, it's their culture. Mostly what they see from us is people railing against it, being outraged by it. I think to them we're probably sorta uncouth 'n mannerless, k'know?"
Relations with the natives here are always a bit tricky, but in Vrenille's experience they don't have to be downright hostile, and he certainly considers it best when they aren't.
As to the rest of what Ben says, he considers a moment, both the young man standing in front of him and where they stand, both literally and figuratively.
They've stopped in front of a sort of pop-up cafe in the market--a temporary structure styled to look like a little mountain chalet. It has a small indoor seating area and even table service.
"No matter what your inclination is, you're gonna need to have sex at least three times a month to make quota. That's not something you wanna try 'n skirt 'round 'cause they will know and the consequences if you don't? They're bad. Pump you full of drugs so you won't even get to choose what you do--or who--sorta bad. If you wanna be able to make those decisions yourself, you gotta start sooner rather than later."
And so here, perhaps, is where Ben can begin: Vrenille nods towards the kiosk.
"You wanna go inside, get a hot drink, maybe a snack, get outta the cold? It's my treat, but you should know that some part of it'll probably make you horny. Not so horny you can't think, I'm guessing, 'cause," vague gesture around them, "I don't see anything too wild happening out here, but half the food 'n drink in this place is spiked with some kinda aphrodisiac or other. You sit down with me 'n there's at least a fair chance you're gonna end up doing more than just sitting down with me."
It's important to him that Ben know that, that he go into it understanding and agreeing to it, if he goes in at all. And if he doesn't, that's fine too. But informed consent is, to Vrenille, one of the pillars they all have to try and uphold with each other in this place as best they can.