[ She tilts her head, a finger tapping against her jaw as she listens to him, a soft hum on her lips. A day or so, but where they're from... cursed into compliance... Her lips purse as she recalls a conversation had earlier over food, and she sighs out a long exhale. ]

You might be right. An acquaintance from home warned me that many of the foods here are laced with aphrodisiac drugs... maybe something like that is at play here too?

[ She's less sure how it would work with a riding crop and a timer on this strange watch, but...

She shakes her head, and offers the stranger a smile. ]

Are you intending to play too? [ It's something of an invitation, isn't it. ]