Anyway, on with Teenie's technical demonstration. She goes over to a wheeled display board (computer screens? projectors? not in this advanced alien civilization) bearing a picture of a nude dude. She jokes about the artist drawing the (bleep) too large and drops a pun about getting "the point," then points out the 172 little X's she's drawn on the body.
"They are called the erotic spots. Touching them or manipulating them can bring about sexual stimulation, prolong it or cool it off." Jabbing with her scepter she rattled them off, for each one had a name. English? Chinese? She turned to the assemblage, quite out of breath, and smiled. "I know it seems an awful lot, but nevertheless, you must know each one and know just how to use it."
Wait, you may ask, aren't these guys aliens? Sure, they look human, but their internal biology must be different, since Heller has microscope vision while Voltarians are allegedly super-suspectible to drugs. Who's to say this anatomy lesson is applicable to both species? And what about variations in sensitivity between individuals within those species? Surely everyone has different sweet spots?
Shut the hell up, says the author, you'll miss all the underage sex acts.
"You will see these boards again in subsequent evening classes. The palace artist, who is a very splendid fellow really, despite his exaggerated idea of (bleeps)..." She paused to let their laughter pass. "He offered to make copies of this for you, but the information is secret. So these boards will be placed in the basement near the rear portcullis and you can slip in and out to your heart's content and study them"
Geddit? 'cause the boys are gay?
Next Teenie asks for a volunteer - a virginal volunteer, 'cause that's important. She picks one lucky fifteen-year-old, who is soon stripped by Teenie's two assistants. And then the magic begins.
"Now behold!" She pointed with her scepter to the boards. Then with one finger she touched a spot on the boy near the spine.
INSTANT RESPONSE!
The audience gasped.
It's either use a euphemism or just (bleep) things as usual. I guess Madison really is selectively prudish.
Teenie pointed at the boards with her scepter. Then she touched a spot on the lower outside right thigh.
THE RESPONSE DEFLATED!
The audience groaned.
Again Teenie indicated the boards and then, with one finger, touched the lower middle lip of the boy's mouth.
RESPONSE OCCURRED AT ONCE!
She gestured at the charts and then she touched the side of the boy's neck.
THE RESPONSE GREW BIGGER AND STAYED!
Guess I'm eating my words about a girl being able to give sex tips to gay guys. Also, try not to use all these devastating sexual tricks for evil purposes, like tapping people on the shoulder so they embarrass themselves in public.
Once more she pointed at the chart. Then with one light finger she touched a spot at the lower center of the boy's pubic hair. His eyes rolled up, his chin thrust forward, he gave an ecstatic groan.
HE (BLEEPULATED)!
Gasps echoed in the audience like an echo of the groan. Then there were cries of amazement and suddenly wild applause.
But Teenie wasn't through.
Wish the author was.
She touched a spot at the base of his throat. He straightened up.
ANOTHER RESPONSE!
Gasps of astonishment slid through the hall.
Teenie leaned over and touched his ear with her tongue.
ANOTHER (BLEEPULATION)!
The crowd went mad!
I've just got a dull feeling. Sure, this is probably enough to get the book thrown out, but it's certainly not the worst we've seen. At least this is consensual, and the participants are close to the same age.
Thoroughly (bleeped) out, the test subject drops to his knees, expresses his adoration of Queen Teenie, and swears his eternal allegiance to this girl with the magic touch. She dismisses him, but promises that her two assistants will soon relieve him of his virginity. The crowd choruses "Long Live Your Majesty," bowed heads and bent knees, glowing adoration, etc.
Madison was torn between revulsion at what she had just demonstrated and sheer awe at the power she had over these misguided youths. Oh Lord, he prayed, if I could just somehow channel this INFLUENCE in handling Heller!
It's going to take another fifty pages for us to see how Madison hopes to use these... pages for his own purposes. He'll employ them for one chapter, get his position as Lombar's media specialist, and spend the remainder of the story playing reporter, with the royal pages being mentioned maybe twice in the rest of the book.
But, this gave the author an excuse to write about a preteen girl touching underage boys on a stage in front of an audience, so here we are. It's plot-relevant depravity, you see. It shows how... y'know, psychology. And satire. Just imagine how awful it'd have been if Lombar had agreed immediately to Madison's request for funding, allowing him to go straight to his PR shennanigans rather than watch Teenie play around for sixty pages. With dozens of pages.
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