Yes, but...

In the northern end of the forest there's a hot water geyser. Really hot, actually; the geyser's plume of water would scald you. But around it, drawing on the same underground heat source, are hot pools of water perfect for soaking in.

So the story goes, anyway. You've never traveled that far north before; even over the last two days you've stayed within the same square mile or two. Now seems a better time than any to see if there's any truth to the myth. You set your sights north and fly.

After close to an hour of flight, you see a jet of water burst into the air. It reminds you an awful lot of your cock shooting out semen last night under the fairies' ministrations. You make your way toward that, flying until you come to a clearing without trees. You set down there, cautiously peeking out before exposing yourself.

You're glad you did. You can indeed see pools of water scattered about, but in one not too far away you can make out the shapes of three heads. A light mist filling the air makes it hard to discern exactly what they are, but they look human enough to be heroes.

A bout of laughter--all male voices--erupts from them. You aren't close enough to hear what they were laughing about, nor any comments after; but now you know what you're dealing with. Three men, in a bath, early in the morning. If now isn't a chance to practice seduction, what is?