Congratulations Eridan, Rapture's romantic norms involve Actual Contracts in which each party tries to get the maximum amount of personal pleasure possible and somehow you have described a culture that looked at this bar - deep in Hell - and went 'I can limbo under this'.

Rather than attempt to debate these relative merits, a prospect that fills Eleanor with about as much dread and horror as realizing a septic tank has not merely backed up but exploded, she rubs her chin and says, "Do your people not have...homosexual relationships?"