Poison nods. "Yeah, less air resistance before it hits your skin," he says. "Probably stings a lot more. Wonder if you end up with a dot pattern." Seriously though, he's curious.

He turns over a paddle and finds soft rabbit fur on the other side. His eyebrows lift, and someone running the booth must have seen his face because from over his shoulder he hears a feminine voice say,

"It's a texture thing. Super soft on hot, stinging skin."

Poison can see the appeal, he supposes.