Arriving at the first forward point, Tiffaney's suit gave her an overheated warning. Lady Dyne did include a short class on both how a person grew to an adult, and how children were made. It had been more of a biology lesson than a retelling of a sweaty smut scene between a limber lankly blond and a muscular tall dark man.
Tiffaney had not read the book at all, only remembered the title. She made it up because she had tried to act cool and noticed it fell flat. She knew what sex was, but something about it being described in graphic, figurative, detail, caused her to blush from head to toe.
Secretly grateful that they arrived, she politely disengaged from the excited blond talking about where what tongue went where. Two of their party had surrounded an oddly shaped rock prism. The entire thing glowed like a long bulb, and the noble took a moment to check for conduit.
