Perhaps of all the places I visited, I looked forward to Playboy the most. No, not because I entertained fantasies of bunnies feeding me martinis (although not bad as fantasies go), but because I'd had a pleasant phone relationship with the Playboy Advisor for years. Of course it comes as no surprise to you that the Playboy Advisor would regularly seek the counsel of a giant pussy, right? I thought not.Anyway, we entered the gilded offices on Fifth Avenue and inspiration hit me. I did not want to show up at Playboy empty-handed, so I strapped the discreet little finger vibe under my finger. When my friend the Playboy Advisor greeted me I gave him a warm handshake complete with a little buzz that literally set his pulse racing. To his credit, he did not miss a beat but smiled knowingly and said, "you know what I like, after all these years." After a good laugh, he escorted Clit Girl and I to the conference room, where a rack full of bunny-logo'd hats and a cocktail tray with bunny-logo'd stemware lined the walls. Our Playboy Advisor casually informed us that he'd emailed a few of the staff to join us. Imagine our surprise when about fifteen staff members walked into the meeting.Delighted to have such a big audience (giant vulva's love big audiences), Clit Girl and I whipped out every single toy in our bag and held an impromptu version of TIB's Sex Toys 101 class. I've got to hand it to Playboy, for all the controversy they've inspired over the years, at least they're not shy about sex. We didn't have to censor our language, dumb down our instruction, or focus on cute toys at the expense of more practical, explicit toys. We fielded questions from a large, curious, mostly late-twenty-ish staff of men and women on everything from anal penetration (they were fascinated by the Bend over Beginner's Kit), to cyberskin and acrylic dildos and what they each do best, to the latest tech trends in sex toys (see the Audio-oh, Solar Vibe, and Laptop vibe).At Playboy, sex toys were celebrated, and we were the much appreciated messengers. It was a welcome alternative to some of the squeamishness we'd experienced from women's magazines and the polite rejection we'd had at Maxim.