A freak-- a breaker of taboos

"... A freak? What do you mean? Like some sort of motley spectacle from the carnival, or…?"

You asked him if he really wanted an answer to that question.

"... No, suppose I don't."

His quill traced out the word slowly onto the parchment before him as he regarded you skeptically with one raised eyebrow.

Of course, the commander wouldn't know anything about it, but your behaviors ran deeply deviant. Geod may have made most debauchery, even public love-making, legal, but you had a little bit of the devil in you, perhaps more than Geod knew. Not everything you were looking to experience was something you could say to your neighbors in Missionaire. Even in these days, there were taboos drawing lines of decency that average lovers would never cross. Those sorts of sins were the ones that you wanted to explore more closely, taking the saintesses across the precipice with you.

"... Moving on."