"They call it a dungeon?" Peony shook her head in amazement. It was rare few dungeons she could think of that she would ever want to lay with another person in. Mostly they were cold, dank and smelly.

Her hypothesis. She put one hand on the table and the other on her hip as she pretended to mull over the question. Ah yes. Science. She knew all about science. She definitely hadn't ardently ignored wizard-bullshit for years about elements and chemicals and other things that made her eyes glaze over with disinterest.

"Not being able to move-" Peony glanced at a blindfold nearby "-or see will impact the intensity of the sensations. Making the anticipation of the next sensation greater."