Sure, this had happened to Navaan before, but that had been a millionty years ago and she definitely did not remember that far back. Certainly not when such a good message had been left.

"Hi! I you just put an order in at Pervy's Personal Place of Power which maybe you think is me but I can get you--" She listed about three-quarters of an excruciatingly long, very detailed summation of a staggering amount of BDSM gear "--out of my personal stash, but I don't have--" She then listed off the remaining quarter of an excruciatingly long, very detailed summation of a staggering amount of BDSM gear. "Three gallon jugs of lube would be easy though! You want flavored or not?"