“Yea, I …” She cleared her throat. “I’ve only ever heard of anatomically female Mithra taking any kind of contraception. None of the options were very comfortable.” None of the options were very comfortable. Of fucking course, the Ćist would try to strangle the part of the equation that could have a youngling every nine months and not the one that could reproduce over and over again within a single damned day. Archaic.
