Even though this world is a den of sin.

Tirsa is stunned by the hug, and after a few still moments begins to stiffly pat Jacob on the back. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, then releases her. Tears are gathered at the corners of his eyes, and, when he speaks, his voice is choked by emotion, "Tirsa, thank you. You really saved me just now. I promise you, you won't regret this decision."

Hearing such conviction, such gratitude from a man she barely knows makes her squirm with embarrassment. She turns her gaze to the corner of the trunk, and coughs quietly, mainly to try and dispel the emotional atmosphere. She then takes a deep breath, and turns to him once more. "You shouldn't thank me so early, I haven't given you the address yet. Anyway, it's 807 north state street." When she sees him nod, and begin to mumble the address to himself as if it were a mantra, Tirsa pulls out her phone, only to remember that the battery's dead. "Shit! Jacob, slight problem."

Hearing her exclamation, and seeing her phone in her hand, he immediately curses as well, "Damn, forgot about that too. Okay, we need a plan B. Um, could you use the officer's phone? We already told him that yours is dead, so the only suspicious part is that you'd need to convince your roommate to let a guy she doesn't know in. But, I guess that would be a problem any way. What else could go wrong? Maybe, the ranger would get suspicious about you telling your roommate to let me in."

Tirsa chimes in at that moment, her voice somewhat relieved due to the situation getting resolved. "I'll just say that your my boyfriend. I'll be the one talking to her, so she should accept it, and that won't make the officer suspicious. That should take care of everything. I guess since we're thinking about what can go wrong, let's address my leg. I don't think that there's any risk of you getting accused of ****, since the only wound is a bone, and that you were so calm when dealing with the ranger. Plus, he didn't seem to suspicious of you anyways, so they probably won't ask you for a statement. That should be everything covered."

Jacob looks and feels relieved that the most likely complications are covered. He takes the few steps needed to sit on the back of the trunk with Tirsa, and begins to talk and get to know this new world once more. She explains the known rules for women's fetishes, and he reacts with increasing frustration at how arbitrary it seems.

"But, why does this so closely line up with modern borders if the fetishes are genetic? That makes no fucking sense! And were the fetishes the same throughout history? Did the women in that part of the world have that fetish since the beginning of time? It's so fucking arbitrary that it is legitimately easier for me to believe that this is just some bullshit sex story than the history of a full world!"

Tirsa smiles at him, looking both pleased at his interest and resigned in her answers, "I hate to say it, but that's just how this world is. But, regarding your question, the borders are primarily where they are in part because of the fetishes. They served as a very crucial rallying cry in a lot of nationalist movements, especially in Germany. Next, best guess we have for the fetishes and how old they are is that somehow they offered an advantage evolutionary. There's evidence to suggest that when we were more tribal tens of thousands of years ago, that there were a lot more fetishes that simply died off."

Hearing this explanation Jacob can only groan in rage.