They don't ask.

"What!? They violate you!?" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. My shock and anger insurmountable. "Have, have these people been brought to Justice? Have you been attended to? Does, does Mr. Gottlieb know?"

"Calm yourself, Mr. Mckay. Calm yourself," she said, coming to me and putting her hands upon my shoulders. "They have not been brought to Justice, for no crime has been committed. It is not a violation of my person as you would imagine. Everything is all right."

"It most certainly is not alright!" I retorted, sharply. "Forgive me, but if you are telling me that **** is legal here in Madosin, Mr. Gottlieb's request to for me to keep an open Mind will not be entertained! Howard, a horse! I will have words with him immediately!"

"That will not be necessary Howard, thank you!" Ms. La-Damme called, pulling me away from the Door. Chiding, and escorting me to my Chair, she continued, "now Mr. Mckay, if you will sit down and allow me to explain myself, you will see that you are overreacting."

Taking in a hot breath, I let it out slowly, forcing some measure of composure upon myself again. "Very well, Ms. La-Damme. You may make your case, but I assure you, if there is anyone in this room that is reacting inappropriately, it is not I." With a small shake of the head and a roll of her eyes, Ms. La-Damme took her seat once more. And upon seeing that I was still standing, gestured for me to take mine. Begrudgingly, I did.

Smiling softly, she took a sip of her drink. "To begin, let us establish a commonality, Mr. Mckay. Of course, **** is illegal here. Of course it is. In fact, by Madsin's very nature, it does not even exist, because as you said, it is only 'neighborly' to entertain and accommodate any and all such requests. Can we agree on this?" I pondered for a moment, and while I did not totally agree, I did concede that it is how it is done here. Nodding along, she placed a hand upon her chest. "And that is all well and good. However, for my own personal desires, as I'm sure you are aware that everyone here has, I am not fond of being 'neighborly' but they are still free to... have their way with me. If you can catch my meaning."

My eyes narrowed at her in suspicion and I leaned back. "Are you saying that... your desire... is to be violated?"

"In a word? Yes. But," and she held up a finger to me, "only on my terms."

My temples began to throb, and I had to massage the bridge of my nose to alleviate the pain. "How... how does that work? How can you be sexually violated against your will, yet still have it be on your own terms, and have it not be a crime?"