"My, my," Aymeric couldn't help but pick up a leaflet, thumbing through it slowly. He looked to his left and right quickly, ensuring that no one he knew could see him.

"I haven't seen 'literature' like this since I was a lad in the barracks," he pulls his lip into his mouth, trying to play it cool. This was hardy the first drawn titty he'd seen, but boy. Still. Pornography was not exactly common for him.

Aymeric's eyes flick between him and the stack of parchment. He's a bit too shy to ask right off the bat about how he would go about asking for some elf porn, so he'll continue to look through the orthino-pornography. Pornthinography, if you will.

"Whilst I have no real attraction to monster women..." starts the man who routinely fucks a dragon-man, "Your artistry is really quite good."