To the saloon!

The three men led Lisa into town, the apparent leader of the trio, Abe acting the tour guide as he pointed out the key buildings in town - the hotel, the Sheriff's office, the gunsmith, the whorehouse and finally, the saloon.

As they hitched their horses Lisa noticed the men stealing hungry glances at her and she played her part, bending over a little further than necessary to tie the reins, pushing out her chest and doing her best to appear as naive and clueless as she could. She knew the power the prospect of sex held over men, especially such pathetic lowlifes as these so she played her role accordingly.

Her efforts were not lost on the men who almost fell over each other to hold the door for her and offer her a drink. Clem won the dubious honour of buying the first round and soon the four of them sat around a rickety old table as Abe explained the rather dull history of the place. It seemed the saloon had been host to a few famed dust ups over poker games and at least one drunken shoot out, but nothing of significant note.

Lisa took in the place as Abe prattled on, the other two eyeing her like a fresh cooked steak, practically salivating over her. The place was run down and smelled of sweat, stale booze and rotting wood but she had to admit it was nice to finally be out of the saddle. The whiskey wasnt bad either - low grade for sure, but she'd had worse.

A few rounds later and Lisa's mood was buoyant. The men had insisted on buying and the constant flow of whiskey had done its job, easing her aches and pains after her long ride. She still felt filthy though and the more she relaxed, the more she yearned for a bath but she knew her hosts would not let her go easy. She had to choose her words carefully.

"So, gentlemen," she began, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms, providing an irresistible view of her chest in the process. "This is lovely and all, and I would love to hear more tales of your exploits, but this girl needs a hot bath. Is there somewhere I can freshen up a bit before we settle in for some serious drinking?" She grinned at the men suggestively, hoping the promise of more, later would be enough for them to let her leave without much fuss.

Abe furrowed his brow as he pondered for a bit, looking the cowgirl over. He didn't like the idea of letting her go, but he had to admit she looked filthy. The prospect of ravaging a fresh, clean young thing was definitely sweeter than licking dirt off her.

"Well, ways I sees it, you got three options." he began, "You got the hotel, but they'll charge a room for the night for the privilege. The whorehouse has baths too, but they'll likewise charge I reckon. Maybe not seein as your a lass." Abe shrugged, turning to Zeb and slapping him on the shoulder. "Or... Zeb's momma has a nice place just a stones throw away. I'm sure she wouldn't mind pouring you a hot one for nothin. She just loves meeting new folk... loves a good yarn does Mabel."

"But my momma..." Zeb spoke up, looking slightly confused but Abe quickly slapped him on the shoulder again, silencing him.

"Loves company... that's what I told her." Abe finished for him, then turning back to Lisa he asked, "So, what will it be little lady?"