Ask about the chokers

"Hey, mom," Nat says, pausing in the doorway. She reaches up and fingers the green choker around her neck. "Can you...remind me why I have to wear this?"

"Your choker?" Dr. Pierce glances over, frowning. "Why, are you thinking of taking it off?"

Nat shrugs. "Not really. Just...the book never explained where they come from."

"Ah. Well, I don't know that anyone really knows." Her mother idly pets Sara's hair as the redhead shudders and twitches on the Sybian. "It's just basic usage code, so that when you're out in public everyone knows where you stand: green means a girl is unclaimed. Red means you've got a partner of some kind, so people are less likely to approach you for random sex. And black, of course, is for girls who want to be treated like the sluts they know they are. People don't ask black-collar girls. The code's been around in the US for a couple centuries now. Used to be girls would use hats or the lace of their skirts, back in the olden days. Other cultures have other codes, of course."

Nat shivers {if Sluttery > 39}in appreciation at the thought{else}nervously at the thought{endif}. "But does that mean the reverse is true? So if I...if I didn't want people to approach me, should I just wear the red collar all the time?"

{if Sluttery > 39}"Oh, please. I heard you begging Teddy to let you suck his cock often enough to know that's not really a concern for you. Got a sluttish streak there, just like your Aunt Nicole," Nat's mom says, teasing lightly. Nat blushes. "But...{else}Dr. Pierce frowns. "{endif}I'm not sure why you'd want to avoid having a reasonably healthy sex life. If you did, though, I really would encourage you to partner up and use a man to regulate your sex life while still getting some. It'll be healthier for you, I'm sure - and more importantly, it's just inappropriate to lie about your status. Like lying on your resume: sure, people do it, but if you get found out people tend to think pretty poorly of you. I wouldn't want you to take the risk."