The man turned with a dismissive groan and a kicked up splash of water as he heard Landa speak.  The slave he had been talking to slumped as he turned away so that she could rest her head on her arms.  He didn't notice though, instead his eyes slid up and down the two women for a moment.<br/><br/>"No no no!"  He growled as he ran a hand through his hair.  "This is the Temple of Passion, not the local militia barracks."  He paused for a moment as if that should be explanation enough, then grumbled under his breath.<br/><br/>"You need a proper wardrobe, something passionate, some revealing, something slutty!"  He shouted the last word with a wave of his arms outwards towards the naked and nearly naked crowd.  "Return when you have something appropriate!"  He turned back towards the slave, who scrambled to get back into position as the artist's face went red with anger.