This was Rumi's first, yet not Mirko's first. But, as Rumi, she was obviously, she was nervous and blushing like a beet while she held onto your hand tightly and looked at the isle of sexual health products in front of her. The very prospect she was doing this made butterflies erupt within her stomach like a volcano.

"Condoms.... extra large...."

Rumi's fluffy white ears lower as she continues to list the objects in front of her.

"The hell are the dental dams?"