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[uptightness]

I came in at the tail end of the flooding. They shipped us off to camp.

[Lost for a moment in those memories. The only real camp she had ever gone to was anything army related. Not... a camp like that.]

I wouldn't recommend the camp experience.

[A bit of a clipped tone to her voice as she takes a sip of her drink.]

It can be tense. The natives are all about how things are here.

[infailtration]

Camp..? Like summer camp or boot camp?

[ He's trying to imagine a sex boot camp now... ]

[uptightness]

[She likely shouldn't have brought it up, nose wrinkling for a moment.]

This place, but camp form. You wanted to eat food from the mess? You kneel or sit on some Dominants lap. Various 'activities' to try to get people to- [A small motion with her chin. He could put one and one together for that.] Ridiculous uniforms.

[infailtration]

Ahh, I get it. And I bet they were even stricter there.

[ He shakes his head. Playing along with this is going to be a trial, alright. ]

That sounds miserable, I'm sorry.

[uptightness]

[Play along, or don't. Skirt the lines. Test the limits. It may come back to bite her in the ass, but it might also not. It's a coin she'll keep flipping.]

Doesn't appear to be a regular thing at least.