Sasha looked on in amazement as Amy typed away at the program, her eyes skipping between the various screens that popped up. When the porn was uncovered she felt her face heat up, but at the very least she could appreciate the view. While she'd never<em>experimented</em>it was rather obvious to her since middle school that gender played less of a role in her romantic life than a good deal of other things.<br/><br/>Of course, explaining her perpetual blush in the locker rooms was rather difficult. Still, plenty of the women involved in the pornography were rather attractive, and she had to admit that Angelo had good taste in women. Well, for the most part. A good deal of them looked like trashy porn stars, which was only fitting.<br/><br/>And then some of the more... Unusual titles came up. "What in the... How does that..." She muttered to herself, horribly embarrassed yet morbidly curious. By this point she could hear her pulse in her ears, so powerful was the blush on her face. Dizzily, she swayed on the spot for a moment before catching the back of the chair. "Ah... Um... What was I doing?" She asked, trying desperately not to let her mind run wild with fantasies as it was prone to.