Poison lifts his eyebrows, surprised. "If you want one, baby." He steers Jack towards a booth that seems to have a lot more... BDSM stuff in it. He presses against Jack's side, stepping off the sidewalk and into the interior of the tent. He stops in front of a hanging display of paddles and a few other tools for impact play.

"Man I should look for like... seminars or something," he mumbles.