"It's complicated," she says, with complete honesty. "Diplomacy and less-benign games of social manipulation are enjoyable for me. I can attend a party, work a room, and more often than not if I want all eyes on me, they will be on me. But Sakaar was under the rule of a dictatorship that wished to be viewed as kinder and gentler and more fun-loving than it actually was, and games are less fun the higher the stakes go."

Her tone is light; she's not looking for pity, but she is trying to be clear. "You spoke of gladiatorial battles; aside from the orgies, that was the primary preoccupation of the ruler and his court. And I can hold my own in battle better than most, but..."

She trails off, searching for words. "I have negative memories associated with battle, with training. And I doubted my ability to win against the alien beings I would have faced in the arena."

"No one ever said to me 'fuck or fight', but I cannot pretend there was no element of coercion or fear underlying my actions."

"But there was also an element of..." She pauses, lips pursed, and lets out a sigh. "In mortal circles, humans in particular, there is a subculture of power exchange and bondage games, as I think you well know. There is a condition some refer to called 'frenzy'. Overwhelming, desperate enthusiasm in the face of novel experiences. I've heard it likened to addiction. I never moved in such circles on Midgard itself, but I've had time to reflect and learn since my time on Sakaar."

"I liked it a little too much, I think, in a way that could have gotten out of control and led me down some unpleasant paths, had circumstances been just a little different. Yet another thing I owe Thor, I suppose. Had he not come in and ruined my fun, I might have just stayed there for the rest of my life."

"But that is a secret I won't be telling him. He definitely doesn't want to hear about my sexual misadventures."