How had something she'd meant mostly-laughingly come to this? She pursed her mouth and wished desperately she could recall the words.
Ah, well. Fuck if she'd be made awkward over it. Her free hand ticked options off on silver fingers. "Condoms— a sort of synthetic barrier; varieties of lubricants— oils and so forth made so as not to be so uncomfortable or hard on a woman as the cedar-oil whores tend to use where they can; films— clever little, ah, square, about so big," and she demonstrated using thumb and forefinger, less than an inch, "Paperlike but all biological. Pressed into a woman, it dissolves like sugar in water, imperceptible, but has some chemical property which won't allow seed to take."
Half of that was said up to the deserted ticket counter; the young man behind it was blushing hotly enough that his ears were red. "Oh God, lady, you gotta talk like that in public?"
"My day just wouldn't be complete without mortifying someone," she teased, without missing a beat. "Are we late?"
"Uhhh," he rubbed a hand through his hair, tousling it hopelessly, taking care never to quite look at the Brucolac. "No, but just barely. Couple other people in, so. Keep it down." He took a breath, drawling, "If it's your first time to a theatre, please remember that there will be little light, loud noises, and moving images. Pregnant woman and those with weak hearts should continue on at their discretion. If you feel panicky, nauseous, or other lasting discomfort you should exit the theatre following the red arrows. No weapons permitted beyond the doors, and you may check them at the desk."
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Ah, well. Fuck if she'd be made awkward over it. Her free hand ticked options off on silver fingers. "Condoms— a sort of synthetic barrier; varieties of lubricants— oils and so forth made so as not to be so uncomfortable or hard on a woman as the cedar-oil whores tend to use where they can; films— clever little, ah, square, about so big," and she demonstrated using thumb and forefinger, less than an inch, "Paperlike but all biological. Pressed into a woman, it dissolves like sugar in water, imperceptible, but has some chemical property which won't allow seed to take."
Half of that was said up to the deserted ticket counter; the young man behind it was blushing hotly enough that his ears were red. "Oh God, lady, you gotta talk like that in public?"
"My day just wouldn't be complete without mortifying someone," she teased, without missing a beat. "Are we late?"
"Uhhh," he rubbed a hand through his hair, tousling it hopelessly, taking care never to quite look at the Brucolac. "No, but just barely. Couple other people in, so. Keep it down." He took a breath, drawling, "If it's your first time to a theatre, please remember that there will be little light, loud noises, and moving images. Pregnant woman and those with weak hearts should continue on at their discretion. If you feel panicky, nauseous, or other lasting discomfort you should exit the theatre following the red arrows. No weapons permitted beyond the doors, and you may check them at the desk."