Ivee shook her head firmly. "No, if you have to make yourself think of anything else to get through it, you're not consenting, you're being raped. Especially if you find whatever you're thinking about to be more pleasant. Sex is for a lot more than just conception. It's supposed to be fun. And inside a committed emotional relationship, it's for bonding, too. And nothing will hurt an emotional bond faster than your boundaries on something so intimate getting violated."
She pushed the wash basin to the corner to be dumped out in the washroom later. "I know it'll be awhile, but we get these talks years before we hit adulthood. Partly because adults know that teenagers are going to do things they maybe shouldn't. Teenagers are young, but they're still into their sexual years, they're going to be curious, and they're going to do things, whether the adults like it or not. So we start the consent and safety talk before any of it's likely to be put to use."
She walked over to the table to sit across from the queen. "And actually, we start consent as soon as a child's old enough to start making any sort of decisions about themselves. If they don't want to hug Mom or Dad or Grandma or anyone else, they don't have to. We don't make them. We teach them that nobody has access to their body without their permission, no matter who they are. Having to submit to medical help is different, but nobody gets to force themselves on you in any way, shape, or form otherwise. We just start adding talking about applying it to their sex life once they're a bit older and sex starts being visible on the horizon."