Rob stood to the side as he watched the strange antics he'd started. How had that happened? People woudl do a lot for money, and Rob was almost sick with it. Yet, he couldn't help it. It was like some strange train wreck of the more bizarre things he could think of for fetishes.
The women in various states of dress, health, and body were also in various states of poses. He wondered how much longer he could and would have to keep this up. Somehow he avoided looking relieved when he caught Johnny's signal.
"No, no, no. No. This isn't going to work. I'm not seeing it. It was a good attempt, but none of this is going to satisfy me. Not even a hint of arousal. You, you almost had it, but then you forgot you were Brunhilde, not Olga. No. Here's something for the drinks." It wasn't much, but it was enough. He wasn't attached to the money, so giving it up to save his sister and to keep a few women happy - he didn't need any of them causing a fuss and problems - was incentive to give what he had before he started heading out. He'd see Max and Johnny outside across the street.