Baring his throat and it's much too close to how the 'test subjects' on the stage looked and Quentin looks away, toying with a paper napkin and he keeps his voice low, almost casual even if there's tension underneath.

"Protect yourself? From that-" he gestures at the next one to walk on stage, wearing some kind of VR headset while gentle hands lead them to center stage for all to see. "Or from the re-education we'll be forced in to if we don't-- if we should fail to preform?"

It's a hard pill to swallow, not just waking up to the whole medical scrub-down or the really fucking bizarre Orientation meeting. It's not even the huge apartment that is his for now or the fact that some people might, at one point in time, have liked a lot of the things being shown off here. It's the forced aspect of it, it's the lack of choices. And this was the lord of the Underworld? And he's still being subjected to this?

"No? Because this whole rapeoholics anonymous expo really seems like hell to me. There's really-- I don't see how this could possibly get worse? I think I saw a sexbot of my best friend in one of those booths? And--and I mean, I could buy it, but they could always just make more of her."