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Suddenly, your room's door was knocked on. "Anon, could I ask you a quick favor?" Instructor Seflejo's voice called out cheerfully.
"Uh, sure, sure," you mumbled, scrambling out of bed.
Seflejo burst in with a grin, depositing a stack of books and magazines on your desk. The covers featured impossibly muscled men and caricaturesque women clad in barely-there clothing. You blinked in surprise.
"Someone's smuggling these in," she explained. "Can your psyker powers sniff out where they came from?"
"Uh, maybe," you said, picking them up. These were familiar! - "Giga Globes of Glitter," "Glitterbabes." This was the kind of stuff you used to devour back home! The women were impossibly gorgeous, ridiculous curves, the good shit. There were even a few featuring Navigators and Astropaths, which you found odd, but hey, whatever.
Flipping through some of the "romance" novels, clearly meant for young women, you finally noticed a strange trend for all of the material here. All the love interests and pinups weren't entirely human - psykers, Adeptus Astartes, Navigators, other Glitterpeople. There was even a novel (just one, among dozens) about an Ogryn prince charming too, hilariously.
"Do you have any information, clues, Instructor?" you asked, flipping through a novel. "These are all a little... Weird, aren't they?"
"Weird?" Seflejo tilted her head, genuinely confused. "Weird how?"
"Well, they all feature, uh, not exactly regular people," you stammered.
"Yeah, why wouldn't they?" she chuckled, as if explaining something obvious.
"Doesn't it seem a little... specific?" you ventured, remembering how back home, these kinds of things were niche at best.
Seflejo's smile widened. "Specific? No way! 'Uberhumans' are super sexy, right?" she said, assuming you shared her taste.
You stumbled a bit. "Uberhuman? I mean, yeah, I guess they can be attractive, but this much focus on it?"
This line hangs in the air, leaving Seflejo slightly bewildered.
"So, any chance you can use your psyker powers to sniff something out?" Seflejo asked, her voice still bright despite the unexpected hurdle.
"Not right now, it takes a bit for me to, uh. 'Recharge'," you tell her. "Maybe later?"
Seflejo's smile dimmed slightly, but she remained cheerful. "Oh. Well, let me know when you're good to go, alright?" She scooped up the stack of books and magazines. "Thanks anyway, Anon!"
You returned the gesture with a nod. "No problem, Instructor."
