A blow-job sounds good

If there was any doubt at all in his mind that the word was different now, a half-naked young woman offering you a blow-job when after less than 2 minutes of conversation was definitely enough to blow away the cobwebs of doubt.

"Oh, um, yeah." Josh stammered awkwardly, "A blowjob would be really nice. Thank you."

Just as she was about to reach for his belt, Lisa suddenly paused and frowned, an action that even Josh, attention still torn between her and the couple in the showers, couldn't help but spot. "Say, you do have your license don't you?"

"License?" asked Josh, incredibly puzzled.

"You really are out of it!" she replied in a tone somehow conveying amusement, disbelief and worry at the same time, "You know, the sex license the doctor gives you when you get certified as mature enough to consent!" Still not seeing comprehension on Josh's face she reached into a pocket that he hadn't previously spotted she had and pulled out a credit card sized piece of plastic. Handing it to him, he saw on one side two photographs of her - one portrait and one full frontal nude (taken a few years ago by the looks of it) and on the other side a load of text:

~License to consent to sexual activity~
Name: Lisa Evangeline Morris Gender: Cis-female
Date of birth: 17 April 1999
Restrictions: None

"Ah, yeah. Err. They had a different system where I was. Err. I think I might have a photo of it on my phone." Josh replied, finally remembering that the app could get him out of this. He hoped.