It's like a figment of her darkest imagination whispering her own thoughts at her. In the daydreams that often run through her mind, being tied up is... seasoning.

He has to be telling a bald-faced lie, though... except he's not from this land, is he.

"Where you're from people, think being tied up, is a sex---no," Scyelen shakes herself, cutting off her own halting words. "Tell me the least mild things. The absolute worst. Tell me, please." She has to know: is the most perverse thing he's ever heard of in his apparently-perverse homeland as bad as her?

Squeeze. "It's not that simple; people like all kinds of things, and you can't really compare them. I guess... some people like to die, as a sex thing? Our magic can bring people back, so that's possible, even if it's not a very good idea. But I've heard of it."

Scyelen blinks, and finally lifts her head to peer up at him, looking supremely vulnerable. "...die how?"

(There was another part of that sentence that was extremely surprising, but right now it doesn't register.)

"I didn't ask, it's not something I'm interested in. Some people like pain, though, I bet it's like that sometimes." He's a little tense, now, thinking about it.

"Oh," says, curling into herself in disappointment. "I've heard of 'rough' sex. That's... not that weird. I bet it doesn't even actually hurt, not like some girls like to say it does."

"Oh, it does if you're trying to. I don't like to think about it much, though."

Scyelen blinks, and takes a moment to parse this, comes up with an absurd interpretation, but actually...

"Oh, you... know girls who want to feel pain? As a sex thing?"

"Mmhmm. It's a little more common than liking to be tied up, even. And not just girls, either."

Scyelen has to take a moment to process this.

"Huh. So you were talking about. Getting tortured to death. Enjoying getting tortured to death."

Scyelen has a very odd expression on her face.

"That might actually be worse..." she sounds comforted by this, "or at least weirder. Or, no, it's probably simpler, actually. So I'd still be the weird one; even in the land of unspeakable perversions I still desire the wrong things..."

"Getting tortured to death, yeah," he nods.

"There are plenty of things weirder than that. It's just that wanting to eat cake until you can't move, or have strangers draw all over you, or get swallowed by a dragon, isn't worse, it's just weirder."

"I'm always weirder," Scyelen sighs. "Well. Maybe not the cake thing. That's just... um, well, weird. That's like... are there people who, um, 'enjoy' freezing cold baths too?"

"Not that I know of, but probably someone somewhere does. People like all kinds of things."

Scyelen buries her face in his chest and groans. "You're just making this up to make me feel better."

He chuckles. "I'm really not. I'm friends with an expert - there's a goddess of this stuff, and she's a cleric of her, and part of her calling is helping people figure out how to do weird sex things safely. And we talk about our work, and I go to her parties, sometimes, and sometimes she needs help getting enough magic to make something safe and I do that. Everything I've talked about except getting tortured to death is something I've either seen myself, or helped with, or heard about her helping with. If we can figure out how to get to my world, I want to introduce you, I think you'll like her."

"Do you think she'd like me?"

Staring. Blushing.

Wait so there actually is an evil spirit foreign god of perversions who'd be interested in Scyelen, "Eeeeeeep."

Pat pat. "Katri'll like you, yeah. And don't worry about Lastai, she understands that most people don't want a goddess watching them."

"That is not the alarming part of that information..."

Scyelen takes a breath.

"It's... probably a really terrible place?" She does not sound at all sure about this, more like it's something she's supposed to say. "If such deviance is common, and permitted, it must be a vile place to live..."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because..." Scyelen doesn't know how to finish that sentence. "What is it like? For people to just... be shameless."

"Well, I want to clear that up, first - most people aren't into this stuff, in my world, and do think it's strange, if they know about it at all. But among the people who do know? It's really nice. Being safe that way especially."

"...safe?"

"Mmhmm." Squeeze. "This thing where you're so afraid of what people will do if they find out, it's much better not to have that."

Scyelen shudders.

"That doesn't seem possible."

A blush creeps back onto her face.

"Unless they, um, force your secret desires out of you with, truth spells or something, and then, um, get really excited and praise you for what they hear..." she trails off uncertainly.

He chuckles and pats her again. "Does your truth magic work like that? Ours doesn't. No, it's just Katri and the other clerics making it that way, there - if someone is cruel to someone else about their kinks, it's the person being cruel that's told they're wrong, and avoided, and maybe even kicked out if they're bad enough. Because having a kink doesn't hurt anyone, and being cruel about it does, and they take that seriously."

"A... kink?" she repeats slowly.

"And no, truth magic is, um, mostly hypothetical. I was just..." she makes a vague gesture.