Dungeons had gone to the wayside as civilization advanced. Even primitive planets like New Rho hadn't had dungeons. That was an aesthetic choice that Ianthe would judge. BDSM dungeons, on the other hand, were a lot of fun with the right company. As far as Ianthe knew, there wasn't even that kind of dungeon there in Rubilykskoye - just a dungeon master that wasn't a real dungeon master, but some gamemaker with dice. Yes, she got laid after the stupid game, but she was never going to tell anyone that Eddie had her roll for initiative before they fucked.

Peony's hypothesis was flawed in that it was subjective instead of objective, but Ianthe didn't want to actually get into the scientific method. She wanted to get fucked. But she wasn't not going to take some advantage here.

"Hard one to disprove, but I look forward to your trials." Ianthe reached to undo the ties on her clothing, beginning to strip right there as easy as if she was in her own abode. She was tall, skinny, without a whole lot of curves, but she had some. And the bone of her arm emerged from flesh at the deltoid. "One request before I am secured to the table: kiss me."