[Lucas helpfully held his wrist out so that Jon could prod and poke at the device, watching which buttons he did and what menus came up. The scent of embarrassment rises, and he looks to see that, yes, there's a card in what is apparently his inbox. He looks over the squares, brows rising at a few of them; biting; leashes, collars; wax play; spanking. The box with fur in it had him quirking a brow and grinning, and he closed the screen and looked over at Jon.]
Thank you. And I suppose you know why we have these... cards? Did the walking pornbots give you a clue?
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Thank you. And I suppose you know why we have these... cards? Did the walking pornbots give you a clue?