Room 528, Thursday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma loved Thursdays, mostly because she never had any classes. It was her own little weekend mid-week, where she could get anything she wanted done.

For some reason, though, she just kept dozing off. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, true, but that didn't explain the odd dreams she'd been having lately; snippets of conversations with people she didn't recognize, none of which made any sense.

She was inclined to brush it off, blame it on everything that had happened on Monday. Adrenaline from the sleepover party and Alex combined with... whatever the fuck that was, and it had her brain on overdrive. That was all. She just needed a distraction, something to focus on, and her special little brain would calm down and heal up by itself.

And when Emma wanted a distraction, she knew just who to bother. For now, however, she was going to stay curled up in her blanket with the business section. Work came before play.

[OOC: Open post, open door, SP totes applies today.]

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[glacial_queen]

Blink blink.

"What?!" Confused Karla is confused. "I don't think I've heard of any of that."

Extensive learning aside, her education had been fairly vanilla. And that wasn't even counting things like vibrators, which simply didn't exist in her world.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma got up to grab her laptop off the desk and bring it over to the bed, flipping it open. "Okay, we're going to start at the beginning," she announced, pulling up some handwavey shopping websites of the NWS variety. "Let's talk about sex."


[Sorry, my notifs seem to be borked.]

[glacial_queen]

"I know about sex," Karla protested. Until she saw one of the items the website had pulled up. "What in Hell's name is that?" she demanded, pointing. "Is that a pineapple?"


[Totally cool! Link NWS (and a vibrator, in case you don't want to pull it up).]

[icecoldfrost]

Emma started giggling again. "Yes, it is," she agreed. "Some of them are silly, for novelty or to make the idea of self-pleasure a little less taboo."

"They come in all sorts of shapes and colors and materials, since everyone likes something a little different."

[glacial_queen]

Karla just gaped at the website. "But--but--how?! And why?" She tilted her head to the side. "Okay, there's the how..."

[icecoldfrost]

"The 'why' is because there's no reason someone should have to rely on another person for sex," Emma pointed out. "If you have a need, and don't have anyone you trust to fill it, you can do it yourself."

[glacial_queen]

"I can't. Not till my Virgin Night," Karla said, matter-of-factly. "Nothing like that anyway."

[icecoldfrost]

"If your world marks your worth by being a virgin, I will hurt someone," Emma promised, making a face.

"Still, it's not like penetration is required for orgasm," she pointed out, pulling up a different option.

[glacial_queen]

Karla giggled at that. "Not hardly, no," she said. "A female can sleep with a different male for a year if she chooses. It's the lady's privilege, though society is less forgiving towards a male who did the same."

*It's just that a witch's power hangs by her hymenal thread, you see,* Karla sent, unwilling to speak the words aloud. This information was a terrible weapon in the wrong hands. She knew, she'd seen the aftermath. *A witch's Virgin Night is special, sacred, because if the male she is with isn't gentle or kind enough, her hymen and her magic--and sometimes her mind--are broken. It's the easiest way to control a witch.* Karla glanced away. *Find her young and break her. She's cut off from her Jeweled strength; docile and obedient.*

[icecoldfrost]

< And having another girl do it instead, or doing it yourself isn't an option? > Emma was suddenly very, very glad that she wasn't from Karla's world, and that her powers didn't work like that. < Either way, there's still fun to be had that doesn't require that sort of thing >

[glacial_queen]

*Not when it comes to the actual breaking. At least, I don't think so.* Karla sent, sounding surprised, as if she hadn't ever considered those other possibilities. *But no one want to experiment and find out no the hard way.*

"So what does that one do?" she asked, pointing at the screen. "It doesn't look as...involved...as that pineapple-y one."