“If I’m being honest with myself, yes,” you said with a nod. “You’re all easy on the eyes, and you get used to it eventually.” A few of the mares had caught you staring at their flanks on more than one occasion, and you knew they were prone to gossip. Being stuck here only reinforced the sexual frustration that stemmed from the lack of privacy, frustration that had you focusing on the fact that you constantly interacted with the opposite sex. Aqua didn’t know—or perhaps she did—but you didn’t say any more.