If Peter remembered the explanation of local currency that the angry fox woman from earlier gave him, 100gp per night meant he had just enough to stay for a week and a half, not counting any other expenses racked up in the process. He'd have to get out after that night and be back on the road, preferably toward a city. The promise of a woman had him intrigued. It hadn't occurred to the man that he hadn't been pleasantly touched by himself or anyone else in days until Lisa walked him through her diverse sexual menagerie on the way to where they stood now.<br/><br/>Peter handed over ten platinum pieces, an amount he'd been told was equal to a hundred gold ones, and took a moment to think over the lapine woman's tempting offer.<strong>"I'm in the mood for a real butt slut. Someone who'll take whatever you can give. Do you have anyone like that?"</strong>