Lance ran his hand through his hair, grimacing at the greasiness, and decided to head for the shower in the bathroom.
He undressed, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants... His trousers fell to the ground, and he felt an instant chill.
Lance froze, seemingly recalling something, and slowly looked down: with his trousers off, he was stark naked; where were his underpants?
Where were his underpants!
Chaotic scenes emerged with the memories. A passionate foreign woman with a scorching body, their limbs entwined, lingering embraces, climax after climax...
Lance's face began to flush with blood.
Last night, he had been assaulted by a woman!
Moreover, he hadn't even gotten a clear look at the woman's face. After it was over, he was thrown out from the second floor of the hotel, landing in a cluster of green bushes. If Jack hadn't found him in time and brought him back, he might have spent the whole night in those bushes.