One can walk through an Amazoness encampment at any time and see at least one couple fornicating.
Hell, even the Plains of Pellucidar, was prone to dust storms that would last for hours. Thus, many of them take refuge, for those hours in tents.
But, like any other living creature in close confines, one needs a way to keep them from sniping at each other.
What better method? Than sex in public?
Well anyways, when I finally regained consciousness, I found myself aboard a train headed for parts east, and I was trussed up like a Krampus Day Turkey. I soon found out that I was suspended horizontally about a couple of feet from the ceiling of the luggage car, with my head banging against the wall in tune with the swaying of the train.
Turning my head I was able to view below me a Green Oni who appeared to be my guard. She was sitting in a chair underneath me, occasionally glancing up, but with most of her attention fixed upon that Eastern Asian crossword puzzle, what do they call it again? Soo-boo-koo? Did I say Eastern Asian? I meant to say Mist Continent! My bad.
After a couple of hours of my hanging there, I asked her if she could let me go so I could take care of some business. I asked her politely several times to let me go. I even said the magic word: Asshole.