Phallic objects of power? [ambrose asks, his eyes narrow with greedy pleasure.] Quite popular in my world, too. As well as concave traps that are the undoing. [that's a vagina joke, right there.]

Some sort of crafting is often necessary. A raw ingot might not due it, but a figurine vested with power. [he snaps his fingers, and the basket he'd left at the side of the bed suddenly whisks itself up to the mattress and perches itself beside him.] But as you well know, discrete spells aside, my people have got a penchant for substances.

[and suddenly, there are three vials. each one lodged between two fingers in his right hand. one is red, one is blue, and one is green.]

I was thinking we could see which one you like topically, before we apply them elsewhere.