Which also makes her implausible. Wouldn't a hero with a deep dark secret select a regular partner for a bit of tickle and slap who knows how to keep her mouth shut? Amy telling everyone might be the result of one night of ravishment in an alley while artful water drips to nowhere down the brickwork, steamy in the street steam, that kind of thing. But it's not a repeat excursion.
I have absolutely no idea, darling. I'm speculating. Amy's a fantasist, I don't imagine she's much bothered if it's green boots for real or a rodgering by a very dull man who doesn't know a clitoris from her kneecap who does it while she pretends. Amy's imagination is undeterred by forums, darling.