[The tours the city's forcing them on this month are bad enough that Amelia, seasoned veteran of this bullshit that she is, all but punches someone when getting off a bus at one of the stops. Adding salt to the wound is the cheerfully oppressive way the guide encourages everyone to take part in stamp collecting while they're halted. As a Dominant, she doesn't get anything from this and she refuses to help the natives, but she has sympathy for fellow LIERs who have been brought here and feel the need to complete the card because they have nothing to their names. She can spare a few minutes while she catches her breath to help someone out.

Someone, in this case, turns out to be a drow who's struggling to scan the code at the stand. Not one she knows and was secretly hoping to see, but a more welcome sight than most when she's so used to humans of various Earths rather than people like those of her world. A soft, rueful smile pulls at her lips as she steps over to him, hand extended from beneath her half cloak to reveal an open palm and the standard-issue cuff from the city about her wrist.]

Here. I can show you how to scan it and help you get a stamp, if you'd like the assistance. If they ask too much, you're welcome to tell me so and we can ignore it together. Or take out the cameras they have hidden, if you feel the need to get back at them.

[She shouldn't wear her anger at the city on her sleeve like this, but fuck this city. It's taken enough from her lately that she'll take any and every excuse to give back even a little of the pain they've visited on her. It's not like a fine for destroying a camera is going to stop her anyway.]