Their 'leftovers.'

"So, like, do you have the concept of Leftovers where you're from?
You know, the things you are done with and don't really need- at least for the moment."

The Amazon facing her looks at a nearby one, they share a look and then she returns with a nod.

"You want...the girls we don't care about?"
"I'll be honest- I have a skillset, but I am NOT appreciated. I'm also on a World where, well, people like me aren't always able to express how we feel...sexually."

A knowing expression comes across the Amazon's face.

"Ah, you share our love of female flesh."
"Yes! I just..."
"Don't have our physical gifts or, to you, advanced technology?"
"Exactly. If Jenni here was a lesbian- and she's not, I checked!-, she could get any lady she ever wanted.
She doesn't appreciate what its like for people like me who don't, well, get the same attention."

Another Amazon comes closer, her expression far less understanding and, seemingly, more impatient.

"I think this little one lies to us. She tries to stall us."
"What? No! No way. Fuck the men here and fuck bitches like Jenni who won't give me a chance."
"Prove it."
"Prove...what now," Tammy asks.
"Prove that you are a Lesbian like us."
"Oh...OH...sure. Absolutely. With you..."

This brunette Amazon is hot as hell, so she asks that last part in a real leading way.