Harry had first met Tracey back in their first year. They had met on the Hogwarts express and shared the boat ride over to the castle. At the sorting ...eremony, Harry was sorted into Ravenclaw and Tracey was sorted into Slytherin. They had a few classes together and always hung out outside of class. Eventually when they were in their fourth year they were able to attend the Yule Ball. Harry had spent nearly two weeks working up the courage to ask her to go with him. Surprisingly enough, she had. She said well frankly she was sexually excited by pain and her orgasms were extenuated by a pain catalyst. I told her that is a common response, and that in the privacy of my studio would not be a problem. She said really, she thought she was a freak, and I told her no that it was a common side effect. She told me she had wanted a tattoo for some time but had hesitated because she didn't want to have that reaction in the semi public booths most tattooists have. I told her about the other. ‘What do you think?’ Linzi grinned, pushing out her chest and holding her shoulders back. ‘Or are 40 inch F cups common around here?’ Dave replied with a strangled whining sound until he could regain his senses. Yes, he was awaiting a model, but the advertising office hadn’t given him a name, or… gulp… a description. ‘Oh… er… Of course… Ah…’ ‘Fourth floor isn’t it?’ Linzi recalled her instructions. ‘Er…’ In the end Dave could only nod and wave Linzi through. He could not take his eyes off her. There was definite activity with their brains in the range the AI considered to represent sentience, but no sensible contact could be made. Then there was another brilliant idea: maybe the cognitive rate for the slugs was too slow for humans or Arlosians to follow. It was suggested that the AI try to find a sampling rate that would allow it to converse with the slugs. The AI could then relay the information to the organic beings. Likewise, maybe the AI could talk slowly enough for the slugs to.