"I better help Shelly with the drinks." Sam says, following after her and finally catching her up at the bar.
"This is not what I was expecting." Shelly finally says as she turns to face him at the bar.
Sam shakes his head. "Um, really not. I mean, it's a little awkward right?"
Shelly lets out a little giggle. "At least we might be able to get you laid at last." she replies, looking around at the various people in the bar.
"Oh, um...." Sam stammers, but is suddenly rescued by the barman walking over. He was a rather muscular man wearing nothing but a small gold posing pouch, certainly grabbing Shelly's attention.
"What'll it be?" He asks, in broken English, clearly having over heard them.
Shelly places an order for the four drinks and then reaches into her purse for some money, but the bar man stops her.
"We not take money. Clothes. Each round you donate clothes."
Shelly's eyes widen and she looks to Sam for support. "Wait, one of us has to take something off for the drinks?" She asks.
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