The genie waves toward the magazine. "I am also a lover of the female form. So far, I have seen that pornography is extremely plentiful in this time. It also appears that some styles have changed since my day." He's flipping through the magazine now. "Women wearing these high-heeled shoes instead of being barefoot -- women's bodies hairless -- those I like. But I do see that many of these women are not as voluptuous as I would prefer, although some do compensate with -- it appears that, in this time, you have the ability to implant objects inside breasts in order to increase their size?"
"Uh, yeah," you reply.
"I would say that far too many of your lovers have these implants," says the genie.
You nod, but then say, "Wait, what?"
"This woman here, for example, this Traci Kim," he says, holding up the magazine open to a photo shoot of a woman of Korean descent. "Although may I assume you did find intercourse pleasing with her? I see she has also left a triangle of hair on her pubic mound."
"Wait, I don't know what you're talking about. Those aren't pictures of my lovers."
"They're not? I don't understand. Is pornography not images of one's lovers, intended to arouse when necessary, when one is away from one's current lover or lovers?"
"Uh, it can be, I guess," you explain. "We do have that in this time, but, uh..." -- you decide against trying to explain sexting for now -- "...a lot of pornography is just photos or videos of models, or actors."
"Actors? Models? So you have not even met any of these women?"
"No, unh-unh."
The genie looks thoughtful for a moment, then raises both palms, crackling with electricity. He claps them together as he says...