Look for Robyn

You hear a little gasp, almost a sob, as you turn away from Faye, putting her out of your mind. Your discovery of sex toys and porn in the room upstairs has aroused your interest in meeting the unknown Robyn. You have a few things to go on; her name and that she lives in the house, that she may be blonde and may be one of the girls in the picture in your pocket, and that according to the unreliable Elena is a "stuck up cunt." You don't doubt that Faye could have told you, but you have no interest in having any obligation, however slight, to that obnoxious girl.

You stroll towards the bar scanning the women as you go. There are several blondes, but none look much like the girls in the picture.

You order a drink and lean an elbow on the bar while it's being poured.

"Do you know a Robyn?" you ask the bartender. He shakes his head briefly in negation.

"Sorry. I don't know many names here. I was just hired for the evening. There's an older woman around, the house mother. She was the one who gave me instructions. Her name's Mrs. Huston. That's her over in the corner with the tall blonde."

You look in that direction and see a curvy woman close to your own age talking to a willowy high breasted blonde. You smile quietly. The blonde is one of the girls in the picture in your pocket.