"The Pretzel Museum in Philadelphia"

As they began to gather their clothes, Walter asked, "So, where are you—well, I—supposed to be going with your family? What kind of activities do they have planned?"

Alison rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration as she stepped into her lacy underwear, the fabric hugging her curves. "It's a one-day trip to The Pretzel Museum in Philadelphia. Can you believe it? My parents think it's educational and fun."

Walter chuckled, his gaze briefly lingering on her form before he turned to pick up his own clothes, still very much naked himself. "Really?! They want to take you away to something as boring as that?"

"I know," Alison sighed again, slipping into her sundress. "I really wanted to go to Aruba with Tim, but my family says I have to learn about all the types of lye for pretzels."

"Well, glad I could help!" Walter smirked at the idea of saving his son from boredom.

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But at least you'll get to experience the joys of my family's country house for the rest of the week."

Walter raised an eyebrow, imagining the scenic retreat. "Country house? That sounds... relaxing."

Alison smirked, stepping closer to him. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she leaned in. "Oh, it is. Lots of quiet time, beautiful views, and... a huge hot tub."

Walter felt a stir of excitement, both at the prospect of the deception and the unexpected turn their conversation had taken. "A hot tub, huh? Now that sounds promising," he said, his voice low and inviting.