"Cool," says Magnus. He snags another mushroom on their way out of the room, munching on it, as he picks a door at random and throws it open.
He has no way of knowing that the contents look exactly like the items that one might find in a BDSM sex dungeon, if the owner of said BDSM sex dungeon was filthy rich and also a literary character written by someone who had never practiced nor researched BDSM before and only culturally osmosed details of what it entails from other literary works by people who have also never practiced BDSM before. All he knows is that there are handcuffs and whips and harnesses and chains and some fetish masks, and he's culturally osmosed a tiny portion of the same information as this hypothetical author. "Um," he says, beet-red.
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He has no way of knowing that the contents look exactly like the items that one might find in a BDSM sex dungeon, if the owner of said BDSM sex dungeon was filthy rich and also a literary character written by someone who had never practiced nor researched BDSM before and only culturally osmosed details of what it entails from other literary works by people who have also never practiced BDSM before. All he knows is that there are handcuffs and whips and harnesses and chains and some fetish masks, and he's culturally osmosed a tiny portion of the same information as this hypothetical author. "Um," he says, beet-red.