[Public sex is normal (2B), Free Use: people having sex (1A)]

Charles laughs at you heartily. "Oh my," he says, "I certainly wasn't expecting that. Yeah... we can reverse things. So you want public sex to be the norm, and sex in private to be considered taboo, with a little acknowledgement but not much - right?"

You nod slowly.

"You should probably consider yourself lucky that you specified no older than 45, though, lad. Otherwise - just imagine, there'd be wrinkles going at it everywhere. Of course, not much worse than a baboon's arse."

He's not wrong. You're certainly glad you thought of that. But what was that last comment again?

"Can't say I'm too surprised about that second part, though. We thought you might be into free use. So basically, what you want is to be able to join any currently ongoing sex session. But you're a selfish little bastard, aren't ya?"

You bow your head in shame slightly.

"No no, lad, I'm not hear to judge," Charles continues, doing an absolutely awful job at not judging. "It's your fantasy, and doc will be able to fix that easily. There won't be any public sex under the age of 18, though. Doc doesn't take too kindly to that sort of thing."

"Good," you say.

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where people have sex wherever they want to, and where you can look, touch and take part as much as you'd like... in a world where that's perfectly normal, where it's been the long-standing social norm... where do you want to be?