As Lisa went off to find a piece of ass for him, Peter finally sat down to think. As far as alternate worlds full of insane people go, the one the was in didn't seem too bad. At the very least, they subscribed to Earth's ideas of conventional attractiveness for women. And their attitude toward sex seemed a lot more relaxed, too, though that may have been because he was in a brothel in the middle of the woods. Still, the last place he'd been to that was this wild was back in Romania. And the less said about Romania, the better.<br/><br/>After a short wait, a masseuse arrived, albeit a reluctant one. While she backed into one corner of the room, Peter backed into the corner opposite to it. He'd scared enough people with his humanity that day and didn't want to impose himself on a woman who clearly wasn't into it.<strong>"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just show me to the baths, and I'll just clean myself up and go to bed, okay?"</strong>It was a sincere promise laced with the mild frustration of finding out that he'd just spent a hundred gold pieces to clean his own barrel.