...Yes.

She will be so educated.

That's one word for it, anyway. Wow. Do people really get that flexible...? This is fiction, right?

Yes, it's fiction. Well, most of it is fiction. The textbooks aren't, but they have nothing to say on the subject of whether people get that flexible or not.

Huh. And some of it's...wow, people do that stuff?

At least in fiction they do! So whether or not anyone does it, clearly some people at least like to think about doing it.

Then some people probably do it.

...She suddenly remembers Tarakova telling her he used to torture people to death. Well. At least now she has more of a sense of why.

Hey, Tarakova might not torture people to death for sex reasons...

...

...although there's this one book that shows noticeably more wear in the spine than the rest, about a sex slave in an imaginary empire who gets tortured nearly to death several times and has conflicted feelings about how much she enjoys it... there's also a whole lot of rape, some of which she conflictedly enjoys and some of which she really doesn't at all.

She should...probably find this less compelling than she does.

The book won't judge.

And it has a reimagined version of Tarakova in it, and...it occurs to her only after she's finished it what the creasing in the spine has to mean.

It is likely to indicate that this book has been read a whole lot!

And there's really only one candidate for by who.

Well, this strongly supports her hypothesis for why the torturing people to death, anyway.

Doesn't it just.

Would she like to read any more porn today? Perhaps some textbooks instead?

Textbooks yes that seems so much safer.

...Actually, dinner first.

The food trays refuse to come into the library, but dinner is happy to meet her just outside.

Makes sense. Om nom dinner. Okay, now to look at the textbooks.

Textbooks! Here are the academic names and known properties of all of the parts of the human body!

Huh! She hadn't previously known academic names were a thing.

She has learned so much today.

She has learned a hell of a lot today.

She reads the textbook until she's ready to go to bed and does so.

Bed is the coziest. West-facing windows encourage her to sleep in as always. Breakfast arrives by adorable tray.

Yeah...

After she has eaten breakfast she seeks out the painting studio.

Tarakova is not painting today!

Fair 'nuff. She asks for a door to wherever he is.