Ask her to speak plainly

Sometimes you need more than a hint - even as obvious as that one - , especially with everything you've heard about this town. Before you commit to anything you need to know what you're walking into. And you tell Rasna that.

With a gentle smile she steps around the counter and comes up to stand in front of you. She rests both her hands on your chest and looks up to meet your eyes.

"Okay." Rasna says, as both her hands begin to travel down your chest, "To be completely frank with you: We are some sexy older women - I'm talking real Milfs here - who have a little club where we read out erotic poetry, and we've find that everyone has a much better time if there's a young, hard stud we can play with and spoil while doing so. I'm talking handjobs, blowjob, titjobs, maybe more if you're lucky. Just a halfdozen older woman in a relaxed setting; you getting absolutely pampering by some of the best Spurting Spent has to offer."

One of Rasna's hands have reached your crotch and are now softly cupping your quickly reappering bulge.

“But since you obviously have no appreciation for either finesse or subtlety, I'm not sure we want you as a guest.."

And with those words she pushes you back out the door onto the street. As the door closes in your face, you see Rasna give you a sarcastic little wave before turning walking back to the counter.

You're left standing in the street, map in your hand, hardon straining your jeans.