Exactly.
I opened another field.
CONSENT NOTES.
The word looked clinical.
Cold.
Necessary.
“Privacy,” Nora said.
“What?”
“Some medical information should not be on a general list.”
“Right.”
“And some people may not want their governments contacted.”
Kyanna, sitting across the room, looked up.
That surprised me.
“Why not?” Zoe asked.
Kyanna answered before Nora did.
“Because not every family will welcome a daughter who was held in a pleasure-slave auction.”
The room went still.
“You think yours won’t?” I asked.
“My father will.”
“What about your betrothed?”
Kyanna’s silence answered.
I added:
CONTACT RESTRICTIONS.
Then:
PREFERRED NAME.
Scarlet sat down on my other side.
“Why that?”
“Because if someone doesn’t want to give the slavers’ version of their name, they shouldn’t have to.”
“You think of weird things.”
“I deliver mail.”